Feeling fine at year nine!

This is the penultimate LEZZY post-the ultimate being the post I compose after all is said and done. Voting ends at midnight on the 2nd, and I'll address you all in the aftermath of The Lezzys. (VOTE HERE) Thanks to everyone who voted and is still voting for Peaches & Coconuts again and again and put up with my pleas and reminders. Your support is truly humbling.

Winners of THE LEZZY AWARDS will be announced on March 3rd on My Lesbian Radio live on The Lesbian Lounge Podcast. To listen, go to mylesbianradio.com and click on LISTEN NOW on March 3rd at 9pm ET. You do not need to register, and you do not need to be a lesbian. I’m pretty certain that there is no way of determining whether or not your IP address comes from a gay household...yet.

On that evening, however, I will not be listening to the live podcast. It’s not that I don’t want to hear which phenomenal lesbians have been voted this year’s best of the best. Win or lose, I’ve made it to the podium in two categories, and I’m beyond proud. I can’t get all bent out of shape if I don’t get the Gold. All I have to do is watch the fearless performances of the Olympians this year to remind myself how lucky I am to have landed in the top 3 of my “sport”. All the Olympic medallists and all the competitors who qualified to compete in the Olympics on behalf of their countries are worthy of our respect and millions of dollars in endorsements...as are all of the finalists of The Lezzy Awards who are committed to informing and entertaining and connecting us all with rainbow coloured blogs.

I will not be listening in along with my colleagues because the evening of the 3rd of March is our 9th wedding anniversary-not to be confused with the day we first officially started dating almost 16 years ago or the date marking our Domestic Partnership or the anniversary of our Civil Union or even our federally recognized wedding in Canada last summer. No. The 3rd of March was the date that we pulled out all the stops, spent money we didn’t have and hosted a full-on wedding with friends and family in grand style. Of all the anniversaries we have collected, this is the one that is so meaningful to us that we will go out in the middle of the week, spend a fortune on a sitter and dinner and celebrate until all hours in spite of how exhausted, and maybe even a tad bit hung-over, we will be the next morning when the kids wake up at the crack of ass and we both have to drag ourselves into work.

It has to be done-especially now that we have children who suck the living soul out of us on a good day. We must have an evening to ourselves to relive and rediscover the romance that definied that day 9 years ago. I will never forget how electric I felt all night dancing with Gabriella and celebrating with so many treasured friends and family members. I will also never forget how fit I was at the time. sigh. And now, we are suburban mummies whose weekends are strictly family-friendly.

We took the boys bowling on Saturday. We were desperate to find something to do that did not involve snow pants. They had a great time, of course. Asher focused on our scores the entire time, and Levi could not have been more enthusiastic about every ball he bowled and kicked down the lane.

Gabriella: I had a pink bowling ball once. I wonder where it is.

Deborah: You had your own bowling ball? You mean you bowled on a regular basis?

G: I was on a league. The girls bought me that pink bowling ball one year.

D: What?!? A ringer in my own house, and I had not a clue. When was this?

G: Well, I’m no ringer. I didn’t bowl nearly as well as the other girls.

D: Who are you?

G: Those were the same girls on my softball team.

D: And you wonder why people are surprised to learn that I dragged you out of the closet.

It’s true. When I met Gabriella, she was not a carpet-crunching lesbian. She was simply a bowling, soft-ball playing straight girl who worked in Technology. Hm. Well, as I always explain to anyone who wonders how I could have lured my straight little lady-friend from the hills of Sicily to the lesbo-side, I have a sales background, and I’m that good. “Good at sales, you mean?” Perhaps.

See you on the other side of The Lezzies!