Well, I got the green light from my church to prepare a lecture on being trans. It was suggested that I make it a mix of facts and my own personal experience. So ... any suggestions, ideas, or resources you guys know about that will help me do this?

Yesterday we found out that Joan rivers died and then someone put out on twitter that Betty White died with turned out to be a very poor hoax . I saw the headline on Facebook and then read further into the story and found out she is alive and well.
Just proves you can't believe all you read on F B .
I almost got caught with this lie

Yesterday was quite a good day for me, and gave me a much-needed emotional boost after several weeks of being pretty down in the dumps.

I've been trying to obtain a Mirena IUD since my son was born 10 months ago. It's a long complicated story, but I was told it is finally shipping to my doctors office today. I was also told once before that it was shipped by a different company. I have severe endometriosis which is why I desperately need it.

I'm in pain from it every day, but it's worse at that time of the month,it's so bad I sometimes can't walk, plus I'm normally exhausted for at least two days during that time

It's been a long time coming, but I've decided to end the relationship with my FtM boyfriend Felix. It started out well, but it is going nowhere and I figure why waste the next couple of years being polite. He will always say what I want to hear and do whatever the hell he pleases anyway. I am constantly frustrated in my own house and I don't want to live that way. I am tired of being annoyed, tired of living in filth, and tired in general. I think this is for the best. I am also thinking of putting my house for sale and moving from the state.

After I had my Surgery on my Nose last Friday to fix my Deviated Septum and a few other internal issues, like widened the sinus openings. I will Have to say I can breath again!

Well, I learned today not to ask a question unless I want an answer. I was curious about my breast growth, so I went to a store and got a measurement. I am a 54 band, A-cup.

Well, it has been that time of year again, and I was off following Steph and Annie's footsteps to the Shrewsbury Festival. This year, I was able to take no less than five instruments to the weekend, thanks to a lift from a friend.

So I am still writing this biography. I actually finished the first draft and am in the middle of editing. You think I would be happy, but I'm not. I have found an agent who is interested. You think I would be happy, but I'm not.

So my life continues to change. I am far enough in my transition to finally accept what others have told me all along, I'm cute, I'm pretty. I'm no longer self conscious, I have friends and family who accept me. I get correctly gendered as I'm out and about. even in male clothing. I have so much going for me. I'm also however moving back home. Whether this is a good or bad thing I do not know. Money is an issue so I can no longer attempt to live on my own. Dad has agreed. So long as I present myself as "normal". He's the only one who's had a problem so far with me being transgendered.

A while ago I talked about an older man at my church who decided what I needed was someone to flirt with me, and today, he took that flirting to another level.

Well, today, I went Fringe-ing.

For those who don't know, The Fringe is a local festival of the arts, with plays, buskers, and food trucks.

Well, lost my job again. It was a contractor position, with the right to hire. Frankly it was the job from hell from my point of view, so no regrets there.

Patient is required. You shouldn't just join say "Anyone here?" and then leave after a few seconds...

Muffin, my cat is dieing. She has metastasized cancer. Holly and I were the fourth pets for Muffin. Previous ones of her people pets included Debby Bishop and Maggie the Kitten.

I wasn't going to bring this up, but today, August 17, 2014 when I went to Goooooooooogle something, the Google logo was birthday cakes. Google wished me a happy birthday.

I just got back from vacation last night. I retrieved all of my held mail. Over $1000 in bills were waiting for me. Some of these are for things I paid off months ago or they're on closed accounts. Now I have to backtrack and see if these were just the last bill that was sent out before I paid it off, or if they're new and whether they should or shouldn't be. I'm so sick of this.

This year has been the worst year for me as far as finances are concerned. I keep on thinking I'm staying on top of things and keep on getting slapped in the face.

Well, my adventures in dog-sitting is over, and I'm glad to be home. I was happy to find out I would have Wi-Fi there, so I was able to peek in on you guys to see if you were behaving, and most of you were ...

Now, I would take a moment to be serious, and talk about putting yourself down.

I have been very guilty of it over the years, but finally, someone managed to make me see that in calling myself down I make it true. Every time I call myself stupid, or ugly, or whatever, I help make that the reality.

Just a quick note to tell everybody I'm going to be ofline this weekend.

So everybody behave while I'm gone, okay?

Since I figured you folks needed a break from yet another blog post detailing the myriad reasons I don't have the talent to write, the courage to write, or the experience to write, I thought I'd talk about my trip a week ago to Green Bay to see a speech pathologist (hey, it ain't a trip to Lambeau Field, but I at least got a chance to get out of the apartment).

No, no. I'm not going to replace 500 words of whining about my writing or lack of same with 500 words of whining about my voice.

Well...maybe a little whining, but for the most part this is good news. It might not seem like it at first, but...well, just read on:

Well, my friend Jaci is gonna laugh about this one: I was having a conversation with my next-door neighbor yesterday, and she said I was "more girly " than she was ...

I had a moment yesterday that moved me profoundly.