Shocking the Aflac agent

Honey came to visit me at work this afternoon, a little while before a couple of women peddling Aflac insurance arrived. One of the ladies, a tall blonde, kept looking at me with an air of familiarity. After answering a barrage of questions in an attempt to determine where our lives might have previously intersected – like where I graduated from and worked previously – she inquired if I am married.

Taken aback, I paused for a second before saying, “Partnered.” She seemed a little confused, so I reached over and patted Honey on the knee as I said, “This is my partner.” Considering I shocked myself with that statement, I can’t begin to imagine what she must have thought.

I despise being asked about my marital status. Calling it a “sore subject” would be severely underestimating how I feel about it. I am just as committed to my relationship as any other married person, and I refuse to label myself as single or unmarried just because the government doesn’t recognize my union. Yet, technically, I cannot claim to be married. Until we receive some form of legal recognition of our relationship, we are in limbo and completely disregarded by most of society.

We never figured out why we looked so familiar to one another, but further conversation revealed her to be socially conservative. I hope my honesty gave her some food for thought, but that’s probably being a little overly optimistic.

Decisions, decisions


Next week, I will make the final payment on my Nissan Altima. I am elated, but also already feeling the itch to go out and get something newer. I have had my eye on those cute little Honda Civics for quite some time. I’ve even decided that if I buy one, it must be blue with tinted windows.

I’ve also been considering a new Altima, mainly because I have been so happy with the one I currently own. It is an all-around enjoyable automobile; fun to drive, low maintenance, great fuel economy. The latest models have cool features like keyless ignition and transmissions that don’t shift.

Although the thought of a new car sounds quite attractive, I worry about making any kind of big purchase in the current economic climate. My debt-to-income ratio is pretty low at this point, but who knows where I might find myself in a year? Jobless? Homeless? Living in my car?

At least I could enjoy that new car smell all the time.

Taking the Bible literally (when it’s convenient)

I had the most surreal conversation with my paternal grandmother this morning while visiting them at my sister’s home. Sis had just made a pitcher of sweet tea and mentioned how much she liked drinking it.

“That’s not good for you, ” Mamaw replied.

“Well, the sugar isn’t, but the antioxidants in tea are supposed to be good for you. They are now saying that the caffeine in coffee and tea promotes blood circulation in the brain and helps prevent Alzheimer’s Disease,” I said.

“Oh, they’re always coming out with some study that says something. They even claim that drinking wine or beer is good for you.”

“The Bible does mention wine is good for you, right?”

“Well, it isn’t actually talking about wine when it says that.”

“What’s it talking about?” I asked.

“We have a book that explains all about it. It wasn’t wine, but you’d just have to read the book.”

I know there are many verses in the Bible that speak negatively about drinking alchohol, but you’ve got to love how biblical literalists pick and choose which verses they are supposed to take literally. Here’s the verse I was referring to:

Stop drinking only water, and use a little wine because of your stomach and your frequent illnesses. – 1 Timothy 5:23

Now, if I can only get them to apply that same kind of logic to the verses that seemingly refer to homosexuality.


by Dinah Maria Mulock Craik

Oh, the comfort,
The inexpressible comfort of feeling safe with a person,
Having neither to weigh thoughts,
Nor measure words,
But pouring them all right out just as they are,
Chaff and grain together,
Certain that a faithful hand
Will take and sift them,
Keep what is worth keeping,
And with a breath of kindness
Blow the rest away.