News from the Other Lake

The Dog:

He is a Cairn terrier,  just shy of one year. My Beau identifies with him greatly, and is always pointing out how intelligent, handsome, and fabulous he is. She urges us all to treat him with the great respect and awe due to his ancient and honorable lineage. “Ah, laddie,” she’ll say to him, “show me the glory of the Cairn!” and he will absolutely do his best. But here’s the thing: it’s hard to be dignified and embody the glory of the Cairn with the wind in your noble beard when everyone keeps calling you “Tootle Pants.”


Our eldest, almost 14. He is currently in Florida about to enter the maw of hell (aka Disneyworld) with his brother and our youngest, Owen (11), his other mom (my ex), and her partner. And all the evil cousins, who have unsavory energy drink habits and ADHD. My crew left early this morning, and I’ve been waiting to hear from them. When I got back from walking the (noble, dignified, glorious) dog just now, there was a message on the machine from Seth saying, “Hi Mom, I’m just calling to say we got home safely, I mean to the hotel, I mean motel, I mean Holiday Inn.” You know you’re doing something right when your baby can quote “Rapper’s Delight” at the drop of a hat. You’re so bad, Seth!

The Upcoming Nuptuals:

This is alternately stressful/overwhelming and exhilarating, but my Beau and I will be wed come June. One question I have is, why does everything cost $1000? I think that’s a really good question. But anyway, we’re doing the best we can with our limited funds, and we are hopeful that the day will be meaningful and lovely and a damn good time. We also hope to have some food and some drink and I really, really hope to be wearing a dress (I’m still looking).

We’ve been working on our vows, and I started looking at handfasting rituals online to get some ideas. Here is something I found special for lesbians:

Alone, awesome, complete within Herself, the Goddess, She whose name cannot be spoken, floated in the abyss of the outer darkness, before the beginning of all things. And as She looked into the curved mirror of black space, She saw by her own light her radiant reflection, and fell in love with it. She drew it forth by the power that was in Her and made love to Herself, and called Her ‘Miria, the Wonderful’.

Need I say that this doesn’t work for my Mister and me? In other words (speaking strictly for myself because it’s my blog and I can gag if I want to): EWWWW!

And there you have it, folks, that’s the news from the Other Lake, where all the dogs are fly, all the femmes are foxy, all the butches do the bump, and all the children like hot butter on their breakfast toast.

Published in: on April 17, 2010 at 9:08 AM  Leave a Comment