Can 2 Dreams Come True in One Week?

We'll see, in 4 days.  I'm starting to get really, really anxious about it.  I just don't know what I will do if McCain/Palin win.  I really don't know.

Phillies Victory Parade

Pat Burrell, Manager Charlie Manuel, Jimmy Rollins, Cole Hamels, Shane Victorino, and the Police Motorcade!

I have more photos posted on facebook...  

I was supposed to meet up with Lindsey and Megan, but the second that Dan and I arrived in the city, we realized it was going to be a problem to get from where we were to where they were!  We walked towards the subway station, but never even made it there!  They reported on the news that there were over 2 million people there for the parade - CRAZY!  We eventually just had to pick a spot and stay there, or else we felt we would have missed the parade trying to get down Broad to where Lindsey and Megan live.  

We were lucky enough to only have one row of people in front of us, so we were able to get some great photos and see everything perfectly!!  

The city was so ALIVE and there was such a sense of camaraderie... it was great!  I was so impressed with everyone and their behavior.  Philly fans tend to have a bad reputation (of all of the sports, but mostly the Eagles I think).  I'm sure there was some destruction going on at some points, but I was happy to be surrounded by families and (mostly) well behaved sports fans.  We had a great time!  Let's do it again next year!!

Philadelphia Phillies 2008 WORLD SERIES CHAMPS!!!

Last night I drove into the city before the World Series game and met Kelsey and her friends at Citizen's Bank Park to tailgate and celebrate.  IT WAS SO INSANE!  People had rigged up TVs on top of vans and there were mobile homes with TVs in them so that everyone knew what was going on.  Plus, the radios were on in a lot of cars, so we listened to a lot of the game.  Right when the Phillies won, Kelsey was on TV!!  She was on some guy's shoulders, and we were all crowded around this little tv trying to see, and there was a camera crew there.  After we won, she got a text from one of our PACAA friends that she'd seen her on the news.

About an hour after we won, things started to get really crazy.  I mean...really, REALLY crazy.  About a row away from us, a couch was lit on fire.  Then, right next to that, an SUV was flipped over and smashed.  (It had Florida plates... ) 

 I couldn't believe that.  People were throwing beer bottles everywhere - I got hit in the back by one.  So, since I was sober, I decided it was time to get outta there and get home into my safe, warm bed.

The events of the rest of the night need to be reco

rded, so that I can remember it in 5 years.

Crazy thing #1 that happened - On the way back to my car, I was basically jumped by these guys in a black SUV.  They were talking to me about the Phillies and everything was cool and they asked me where I was going and I said "Home" and they said "Oh you should come party with us" and I said "No, I really have to get home to my mom, she's sick."  And then the back door opened and this guy tried to grab me!  Then they took off and I ran to my car and called Kelsey.  I was so freaked out - all of her guy friends ran over to my lot in record time and searched for the black SUV, but they were nowhere in sight.  So, Kelsey's friend Kristie (who was sober as well) offered to drive me and Kels back to West Chester in my car.  Everything was crazy - Kelsey and Kristie left their purses in a friend's car, but we just wanted to get out of there - so once everyone got out, we were all going to meet at a Wawa to get everything sorted out with the cars and purses/wallets/phones, etc.  

This is when crazy thing number 2 happened.  We drive all the way down 95 and back to the West Chester area.  We are about to make a right hand turn, when a cop turns on his lights and sirens, and pulls us over.  SHIT SHIT SHIT.  I mean, Kristie was sober, but she's only 19 and didn't have her wallet, thus- no ID.  Plus Kelsey and I were sitting in the back which is always a really shady thing.  So the cop finally comes up to the car, shines his flashlight in our faces and stars like, interrogating us about where we had been that night.  When we tell him that we were at the Phillies game, he goes completely asshole on us.  Won't let any of us talk or explain anything.  FINALLY he tells us that the reason he pulled us over is because we didn't have our headlights on.  

We are up front with him and tell him that we had all been drinking, but that we were fine to drive.  We explain the situation that happened in the parking lot and tell him that's why no one had their IDs (except for me)--- because we were all just rushing to get out of there ASAP.  He just kept saying he was going to arrest us if we didn't tell the truth - but we WERE telling the truth!  He said he could easily arrest us for underage drinking, providing to minors (me), driving without a license, etc etc.  He then told us that we had to call a parent to come get us, or else he was arresting all 3 of us.  He implied that I had supplied to minors (which I hadn't, in all honesty.  I brought my own beer and they brought their own.)  And he was pissed because Kristie didn't have her license.  

So then we had to decide which parent to call.  (Which I don't even understand because we are not minors.)  Most of you know that my Dad is NOT an option.  Kristie only lives with her Dad and said that if she called him, she would never be allowed out of the house again.  So...that left our Mom.  Our poor mother, who has cancer and is recovering from a major surgery.   But... Kristie wasn't going to call her dad, so it was either call my mom or get arrested.

So when the cop came back to the car (he left us to "have a little discussion" amongst ourselves about what we were going to do.  When the cop came back, I told him that we were going to call our Mom, but that I was very upset about having to call her because of her situation.  He didn't care AT ALL.  Then I told him that she was coming from Wilmington, DE and he got all pissed and huffy puffy and was like "I don't have time to babysit you while you wait for your mom to come from Wilmington"  ... WELL WHAT THE HELL DUDE!  YOU WOULDN'T LET US CALL ANYONE BUT A PARENT, AND I HAVE DELAWARE PLATES... OBVIOUSLY MY PARENTS LIVE IN DELAWARE!!!!!

The rest of it was just ridiculous.  My mom didn't know how to get to where we were... so the cop told her we'd meet her at the Springfield Mall.  So he let Kristie drive us all the way to the mall... then my mom got lost, so the cop made us drive to the Staples parking lot like 5 minutes away... all the while, Kristie is driving and is absolutely fine.  We finally meet up with my mom, and the cop goes, "Well ma'am, I'm going to leave it up to your judgement on whether or not they can drive the car home."  WHAAAAT... after all that shit, he dragged her out of bed and made her drive 30 minutes to PA and he said we're allowed to drive!?!  WTF!!?!?

My mom wasn't that angry or annoyed... she was just confused as to why the cop wouldn't just let us drive.  He could have breath-alized us and we would have passed with flying colors.  When the cop finally drove off, she was laughing and joking around with us.  Thank god...we thought she was going to kill us.

So I drove Kelsey and Kristie to the Wawa where all of our friends were waiting (all of them were so confused because they saw us get pulled over... and then we were texting them throughout the cop ordeal.)  We all drove back to West Chester and went to bed.  I had to take Kelsey and Kristie to Wawa and my mom just wanted to drive home...  and I didn't know how to get back to DE from the Springfield Wawa, so I just slept at West Chester and drove back this morning.

Moral of the story: Drive with your headlights on, and pray that you are lucky enough to have a cool parent like my mom.

10/28

I feel like I pushed a pause button on my life.  Everything is hanging in the air.  Everything is uncertain.  I love my mom, but I am becoming so lonely here.  Every day is a carbon copy of the one before it.  I know that I was just writing about how I enjoy our routine... and I do, actually.  But I am the kind of person who needs to interact with lots of different people throughout the day.  

I feel like I'm going to burst with energy, yet every time I actually have to do something, 

I just want to stay curled up on the couch under the quilt.  I have watched The Price is Right almost every single day for the last two weeks.  I'm not being pathetic - that's not it at all.  I actually do get out of the house everyday.  And I'm generally happy.  I just feel completely unstimulated.  

And I want to start volunteering at A.I. duPont Children's Hospital... but I am really anxious about it.  Not about seeing sick children... sadly, I think I'm almost desensitized to that...  I guess it's more that it will remind me of Liam to be there.  There are tons of books there that have a sticker on the front with a photo of him.  The Kanes always do a big book drive in his memory.  

Some days, I still can't believe he's gone.

WORLD SERIES!

The World Series game on Saturday night was better than I ever could have imagined.  The game itself was AMAZING, and I wouldn't have wanted it any other way.  Blow outs are fun, but close games are even better!!  I was seriously biting my nails in the 9th inning, and when we finally scored - to win the game 5-4, Kelsey and I were going NUTS!!

Yesterday morning I woke up and when I rolled out of bed, I was sooo sore.  My quads are definitely pulled from all of the jumping around.  My voice is raspy from screaming, and I have "rally towel arm" - from swinging my rally towel over my head so much!  

I was very impressed with the rest of the Philadelphia phans.  We tend to have a bad reputation as fans (for any Philly sport), so I was nervous about what I'd witness.  However, everyone seemed pretty well behaved - loud, obnoxious, and drunk - but I didn't see any fighting or anything.  Probably because there were only like 15 Tampa Bay fans in the whole stadium!

Last night we beat the Rays 10-2!  

TONIGHT WE COULD WIN IT ALL !!!!!!!!

Entschuldigung

When I turned 10 years old, my parents threw me a big birthday party at our house.  The next day, we had balloons left over in our house, floating around from room to room.  My mother came up with the idea for my sister and I to tie notes onto the balloons and let them go.  We each wrote notes with with our name and address, asking to hear back from whoever found the notes once the balloons used up all of their helium and slowly drifted back down to Earth.  We let the balloons go that afternoon, and watched them until they were only tiny specks in the sky, barely even distinguishable.  My sister and I imagined all day who would write back to us, but by the next day, the balloons were forgotten and we went about with our grade school lives.  

A few weeks later, I got home from school and went next door to our neighbor's house.  Miss Jean was an old crotchety lady who watched soap operas all afternoon and had a dog named Mac who would lick crumbs off of your fingers.  She kept several kids in the neighborhood after school let out in the afternoons, until our parents could pick us up after work.  When my mom called from next door to let Miss Jean know that she was home, we ran next door with our backpacks, happy to be out of the house next door where we weren't allowed to talk loudly or listen to the radio.  When I got home, my mom handed me a letter that had come in the mail.  The return address told me that it was from Laura Fisher who lived in Lancaster, Pennsylvania.  I tore open the letter, curious as to why it was addressed to me.  

Laura wrote that she was 11 years old, and her family was Amish.  Her father had found my balloon in his cornfield one morning, and brought it, with the note, back to her at the house.  I read her letter, over and over, imagining her writing it by candlelight after a bath in a metal tub, filled with water heated over a fire.  (I later learned that most Amish have gas lamps and running water).  We wrote back and forth for about a year, and I learned more and more about Laura's Amish life.  I responded to each letter and told her all about my new American Girl Doll, about my class's field trip to the Franklin Institute in Philadelphia, and about general 4th grade life.  

Laura's letters were often riddled with misspelled words and grammatical errors.  I couldn't believe that an 11 year old could spell "together" wrong, or didn't know that when you were pluralizing something, you didn't have to put an apostrophe before the s.

In the last letter that I ever sent to her, I enclosed photo of myself.  It was a tiny, wallet sized copy of my school photo.  I can recall what I was wearing in that photo... it was a black velvet dress, and my mom had done my blonde hair in curls that morning.  I never got a letter back from her.  At the time, I wasn't that upset about it.  I guess I just figured that we grew out of the letters.  It didn't occur to me until much later that by me sending a photo of myself, it may have put her family in an uncomfortable situation.  The Amish don't believe in taking photos of one another, because they think that by having a photograph of yourself, it's putting yourself up on a pedestal or may cultivate vanity.  Once you begin to learn more about the Amish community, these things seem to make a lot of sense.

I'll never know if Laura Fisher stopped writing because I sent a photo of myself.  Maybe it was harvest season and she became very busy.  Maybe her parents intercepted my letter and never let her read it, so maybe she thinks my letter never came.  Maybe her letter got lost, and she never really did stop writing.  For whatever reason, I went about my life and didn't really realize how amazing and cool it was that I had an Amish penpal.  I would do anything to have her back!  I'm sure that by now, she is married and has a family and lives on her own farm.  Two years ago, on October 2, 2006 (which happens to also be Em and my exact anniversary), tragedy struck Lancaster County, when a man opened fire in an Amish Schoolhouse, killing 5 young girls and wounding 5 others.  One of the five victims of the shooting was 10 years old and named Barbie Fisher.  I often wonder if she was somehow related to Laura- perhaps a sister, or a cousin. 

I wonder if I sent up another balloon in April, where it would reach.  I haven't tried it since I was 10, but I wonder if this one would get lost in the woods somewhere, or the note get drenched in the rain.  (My first note was on a normal sheet of paper, rolled up like a scroll.  I can't believe it didn't get wet).  Maybe I'll try this again one day.

Phillies Phanatic :D

Last night Kelsey had a party at her apartment for the Phillies game, and this kid named Bobby was there.  This is his head - how awesome is that!?!  I'm really enjoying this Phillies Phever that is going on around here... everywhere you go there are people decked out in jerseys and tshirts and hats, there are signs in windows, spray painted signs on sheets that are hung at overpasses... it's just really fun!  

So... KELSEY AND I ARE GOING TO THE WORLD SERIES!!!!!!!!!  We have tickets for Saturday night's game... the 3rd game of the World Series.  It's also the first game back in Philly, so it's going to be absolutely insane.  If you watch the game, look for us!  We'll be two blonde girls wearing red (hehe).  No but seriously - we'll be sitting on the 1st base line, all the way in the last section down, right by the big yellow foul pole.  I still can't believe I am going to the World Series... it hasn't even hit me yet!  We are so excited!!!

Lindsey Wins!!

Lindsey got the question right from a few posts ago... all you have to do is say "Bark Park?!" to Sydney, and her ears perk up and she stares at you with this intense look that says, "Are you REALLY going to take me to the BP or are you just trying to make me look cute?"  Haha.

This photo was taken the first time that I met Lindsey and Megan - it was at Outfest in Philly in the fall of 06.  A little over two years ago!  Megan is all the way to the left, and Lindsey is in between her and Em.  Lindsey and Megan live in Philly, and just moved into the cutest apartment.  We visited them the other day at their housewarming party.  They also have two very cute dogs - Dexter and Jack.  :)

Today has been a pretty slow day.  It's kind of nice, because the last 6 days or so have been a flurry of visitors and company, which was really nice, but my mom and I had kind of gotten into a routine.  We wake up around 9am, drink coffee and watch "morning shows" together.  (The Today Show, Regis & Kelly, etc.)  Then my mom usually takes more pain medication and lays back down for a late morning nap, and I read or surf the internet.  Then, she gets up feeling more energized and we usually do something... run an errand or walk down to the mailbox or straighten up the kitchen.  Small tasks, but they make my mom feel like she's doing something.  

It was kind of nice today to get back into our routine.  My mom is getting rid of her AOL account (THANK GOD!) and so today I set up a Gmail account for her and showed her "the ropes".  It's going to take her awhile to get used to archiving things instead of saving them into folders, but she does agree that Gmail makes things a lot simpler and it's easier to navigate.  My poor mom is still stuck in the world of AOL though... where you sign on, and have the internet and your mail and your buddy list all in the same window.  

Tonight is the first game of the World Series!  We want to watch the game with other people, but my mom doesn't really feel up to going to a bar or anything like that.  We'll see.

Pictures of Sydney and Lily

Sydney had a great day playing yesterday with Em's parents' dog Lily.  

My mom and I are venturing out for pedicures... it's sooo windy today!  The leaves are blowing around like crazy!

10/19

It's been so great to have Em and Sydney here this weekend.  Sydney has thoroughly enjoyed romping through all of the ivy in my backyard.  Em snapped this photo with my camera... there are two magical words that instantly make Sydney perk up her ears and make her = the cutest dog ever.  Can anyone guess what they are??

Go Phillies!

While my heart belongs to the Baltimore Orioles, I must say that growing up surrounded by Philadelphia Phillies fans and actually going to more Phillies games as a kid than Orioles games has definitely shaped the fact that I can't NOT root for them! I watched every game of the playoffs but one - and last night's game was intense and amazing! I would have done anything to be in Philly last night!! The game was amazing, and they were leading all along. The first batter up was Rollins and he kick started the game by hitting a home run for the Phils!!

I can't wait for the World Series! I love baseball!!

Lindsey- if they win the World Series, I AM COMING IN TO THE CITY!!!!

Photos taken in my backyard 10/15

I took these today and then came in and loaded them onto my laptop immediately.  I messed around in Aperture for awhile - I really need to actually learn how to use the program!!  I think there's a new book that just came out about Aperture 2- maybe I can find it cheap on Amazon.com or something.  

Poverty

I read on Lindsey's blog that today is "Blog Action Day" and the topic is poverty.

I don't have enough time or energy to think out a good post (but you can read Lindsey's awesome post if you click on "The Fine Art of Me" link on my sidebar!)

I will tell a good story though.  

On Monday we had some family come up to Wilmington to visit my mom.  Her parents and brother (my Uncle Donnie) came up and we drove them into Philly so that they could see Mom at the hospital.  When we got there, we were told that she would be going home that day!  Anyways, to give the family some time with Mom, Kelsey and I decided to walk to Starbucks, which was right across from the hospital, about a half a block away.  While we were walking, we passed a homeless man sitting on the street.  He didn't have a sign or anything, just a little canvas bag for people to put money into.  As we passed him, Kelsey gave him a dollar.  When we got into Starbucks, Kelsey came up with a great idea - we could get him a sandwich and a coffee- that way, we would know that he was getting some food and not using that money for anything else.  So, we got him a Turkey, Cheese, and Pesto sandwich and a small cup of coffee.  We took it back to him, and when Kelsey handed it to him, his big brown eyes widened and he thanked us.  As we walked away, we felt so good about what we had done.  

There really is no real solution for the poverty problem... unless it became a top priority, but in some peoples' minds, there will always be more pressing issues than poverty.  (Which is sad.)

Here is a video that I posted over a year ago... it's one of my favorites.  It just shows how one person can do something to change the world, even in a little way.  I wish I had enough money to do this as well.

A note to cancer-

When I checked PostSecret today, this was one of the posted secrets. I was shocked, because I woke up this morning, and this EXACT thought ran through my head. Amazing.

We brought my mom home today...she was discharged early because she's doing so well. She's here now, snoozing in her bed. When she got here, I read her every single guestbook entry from her Caringbridge site. She loved it!!

I am so exhausted...never in my life have I been this exhausted. Not during finals week, not during PACAA or at camp. I guess it's just because this is not only physically draining, but somewhat emotionally and mentally draining as well.

Alright, I'm off to figure out what we are going to do for dinner. We have like, no groceries because I wasn't expecting her to come home until later in the week!!

Mello Man

This is my cousin's dog, Mello. (Or Melo, I can't remember...) He's the sweetest chocolate lab I've ever met, and he's super loving and excitable. He also is a big ham, and will pose for picture after picture (if you're holding a treat!)

Well, in 24 hours my mom will be in surgery, having her kidney removed. I feel nervous, of course, but also just anxious at the thought of all of the family being there, and me having to relay and interpret information for my grandparents. Luckily, my good friend Meg will be there to make things not so crazy. Most of my friends have been incredibly supportive and I am so lucky!

Here is a link to my mom's caringbridge site again- she should update tonight with some more information, but send her some good thoughts!! www.caringbridge.org/visit/judysmith2

You're My Home

Tonight I went to Boston Market to pick up dinner to take to my mom at work. Today was Tuesday, and it was 6:30 on the dot when I turned onto Concord Pike, and my mind immediately went to when I used to go drive that exact route to go to Teen Leaders meetings at the Brandywine YMCA at that exact time on Tuesdays. I couldn't help myself, and I found my car turning into the YMCA right next door the Boston Market, to see if leaders was still held at the same time. It was - and when I walked into the room, it was like I was 13 again, walking into my very first meeting. I was flooded with memories - I attended hundreds of leaders meetings from the age of 13-18, most of them at the Brandywine Y. I know the new advisor for the leaders club at Bwine, actually he finally attended his first PACAA this year and was in my values group. He was happy - but surprised - to see me. We talked for a few minutes, and it was great to see a few leaders who were at PACAA this year. (Mainly one adorable, curly red haired little girl who I carried on my back to the dorm after she fell asleep after a long vesper on night at PACAA).

I think I'm going to start going to meeting and helping out this semester, while I'm here. It's only 2 hours a week, and I haven't been really involved in an actual leaders club in years. (Because there isn't one in Greensboro!)

It made me really happy to be back inside of the Y - to be hit by the smell of chlorine when I walked through the sliding glass door at the front. It felt like home... and I liked it :)

Photos from Giving Blood

(I added that last photo because my mom took it, and I the lighting was perfect)

A Day with Vance

While I was in Greensboro, I e-mailed the family that I used to babysit for regularly. I really, really miss those kids. When I started babysitting for them, Macy was only 2 months old, and Vance was only 20 months old. Now, Macy is 2 and Vance is about to turn 4!! It's been so much fun to watch them grow up, and I really do love spending time with them.

Last Thursday, I picked Vance up at 9am and we headed out for a day of fun! His mom told me that he would LOVE the one-on-one attention. Vance is the second youngest of four children, so it's hard to give each child special time where all of the attention is focused on them. First, Vance and I went to the Greensboro Natural Science Center. It's huge!! There is a huge building full of really awesome displays and fun play rooms. Outside, there is a good sized zoo, with a petting area (sheep, goats, pigs, etc.). Plus tigers, monkeys, lemurs, horses, wallabies, turtles, alligators, snakes, porcupines, meerkats, and lots more.




















After spending about 3 hours at the Science Center, we had a picnic at Country Park, and watched the squirrels and geese. After lunch, we picked up Sydney and headed to the bark park, which is located in Country Park. Vance loved all of the dogs, and I was super impressed that he wasn't scared around any of them! He did have a slight meltdown because I wouldn't let him run around inside of the Bark Park (I've seen WAYY too many children who start running in there and then dogs start to chase them and jump on them and knock them down) Poor guy - it was like 2pm by then, and I know he was getting pretty tired! So, I took him home and talked with his mom for awhile. I really miss those guys when I'm not in Greensboro :)

10/4

This week has been such an escape from reality. It's been full of rugby, lounging, playing with my dog, movies with my roommates, Wednesday Wine nights, sleeping in, snuggling, smiling, and laughing a whole lot.

I'm ready to go back home to take care of my mom- after all, this was my decision- but I still feel like tomorrow when my plane takes off, I'll be leaving my life behind. And, I have missed my life.

Vice Presidential Debate

Things I liked:

• Joe Biden is extremely well spoken, and I thoroughly enjoyed listening to his answers and rebuttals.
• We played "Palin Bingo" with funny things in every space on a bingo board. (examples include "hockey mom" and "umm" and "main street USA" and "maverick" ) and every time Sarah said something on the board, you got to check it off. We had 4 different boards, so everyone got to play! (Suzi won)
• How Joe mentioned his "hometown" a lot and made lots of shout-outs about Wilmington, Claymont, Union St., etc. :-)

Things I didn't like:

• Sarah Palin never really answered most of the questions posed to her. She was constantly back-tracking and changing the subject and she rarely just addressed the actual question at hand. It annoyed me. At one point, during Palin Bingo, I had "Pakistan" in one of my boxes, and Palin was directly asked a question about Pakistan, yet she NEVER ONCE actually said the word "Pakistan" !!
  
• Palin and her stupid little sayings. Lady, they're not helpin' you, they're making you sound like an idiot who does not belong anywhere NEAR the white house. There is a reason that not just ANYONE can be Vice President of the United States of America.
  
• People are already saying that the moment that Biden choked up about his wife and daughter's accident and death was completely contrived. This pisses me off! He did not weep openly at the podium- his voice broke, he teared up for a slight moment, and he paused for 1.5 seconds to let it pass, and then he was fine.
  
• At the end of the debate, in her closing statement, Palin took a very obvious dig at Michele Obama by stating, "And I have ALWAYS been proud to be an American!"  (huge emphasis on the ALWAYS).  Well, I love Michele Obama and I will back her til the end.  She is one of my heroes.  

Radio Talk

So, one thing I've really missed about Greensboro is The Murphy in the Morning Show on 107.5 KZL. They are absolutely hilarious, and have the funniest conversations/people who call in. This morning, I drove Em to class since she's going to be there all day, so that I could use the car. While Em ran into Starbucks, I decided to see what was going on with Murph and the crew. They were having a conversation about lesbian relationships, and asking people to call in with their thoughts.

Here is the question they were posing. One of the guys on the show was looking at a photo of Lindsay Lohan and her girlfriend (or whatever they're calling each other). His question was, why is it that a hot lesbian always dates a girl who looks like a guy, and isn't as hot as her. If you are a lesbian and are dating a girl who looks like a guy, why not just get the real thing?

What!?!

A lot of callers called in and I was actually surprised by the responses. I totally expected a bunch of gender-issue educated people to call in, but that wasn't the case. The first woman said that she didn't know why hot girls dated "butch" girls, (actually "bulldyke butch" was the term she used), and she stated that she didn't associate with any of those kinds of girls, because that wasn't the image she wanted to portray to anyone. Then, another girl called in and said that she thought that the "ugly lesbians" were the ones who were best in bed and were the best at relationships, because they had to "work harder to make their hot girl happy" (direct quote right there).

What!?!

FINALLY, a girl called in and said that what really matters to most lesbians is what is on the inside. She disagreed with the other callers and said that she didn't understand why society is so hung up on how lesbians dress or who they choose as partners, or who is the "man in the relationship", etc. Em and I cheered - because honestly, who cares about all that stuff? All that really matters is that both parties are happy, in love, and having a healthy relationship.