First curry? And now red wine? Come On

I really thought about titling this: The Day I Hated Mickey Mouse. However, it was not his fault any of the following happened. He just had millions of people in his parks on Saturday.

On Friday, Mikey and I flew to Orlando, Florida to meet our friends (Robert, Scott, and Tommy) from Pensacola. This is our second year to take this trip. The mission of the trip is to go to Universal Studios’ Halloween Horror Nights.

We arrived in town around 6:00 and at the condo around 7:30. We headed out to dinner. It was at dinner that I made my mistake. I had a (I will stress ONE) glass of red wine. We had a great dinner and headed back to the condo. We hung out for a while and by midnight I was in the bed. Around 3:00 in the morning I woke up. And I had a migraine.

My first migraine, I can remember, I was a sophomore in high school. My parents were concerned so they took me to a neurologist. It was at this appointment I had my first diagnosis of a migraine. And further more, I would more than likely have them the rest of my life. Most of my symptoms have remained consistent: first, it is hard for me to focus and register what I am seeing (it is as if I am not even present in my own life), then I get severe tunnel vision, third the feelings in my fingers go numb. Finally, the pain. The actual migraine can last for 24 hours or longer. I have had some migraines last for weeks. They turn me into another person; someone I really do not like. If I could walk away from this persona I would. Not sure why my friends do not just walk away.

Mostly my migraines have been a result of stress or bad sleeping habits. A few years ago, I discovered I had a food allergy to curry. Once I eat a dish with curry, within twenty minutes (there will be no symptoms) I will have a severe migraine. The migraine itself will last for about 4-5 days. It feels as if the intensity of the migraine stays with me until the curry has fully left my body.

There are times I would love to have curry. Mikey reminds me to stay away. So he eats his curry chicken and I enjoy the smell.

Over the last three weeks I have awakened with the feeling that all the blood in my head is pooling on the right side of my brain. This pooling affect creates pressure on my brain and thus a migraine is triggered. The cause has been unknown. It is hard to know when the migraine hits at night. There is no warning. I wake up and I have it.

I thought one night was caused by a specific wine which had red chili in it. (Side note: I have a new love for red and green chili, thank you New Mexico). Simple solution, no more wine with red chili. However, after Friday nights glass of wine and the sequential events, I believe I must add red wine to my list of things not to ingest. What, no more red wine? I am not sure if it is just limited to red but I am not a fan of white so it may be a while until I know for sure.

I hate when a migraine hits. As I stated earlier, I become a different person. Because of this, I know I am not the only one who suffers. I am very hard (harder than usual) to be around. I become a wicked, mean person. No matter how much I try to stay with life, I just can not do it. When I have a migraine, my head hurts so bad. It feels like pressure is being applied to one or multiple parts of my brain. As time passes it feels as if every nerve in my body is on the surface of my skin. To be touched is intensified. It creates a unique pain for me. As further time goes by, I become very nervous. With any abrupt sounds or movement comes the sensation that more blood is rushing to my brain. Thus more pressure. And there is no stopping this train once it leave the station. All I can do is behave and feed the monster.

By feeding the monster I mean this. It is best if I can seclude myself from the rest of the world. I must enter my cave. I need to shut myself from noise, actions, and change in light. I need to lay down. The best thing, really the only thing I can do, is sleep. Picture this if you will, me alone in a dark room, curled up in bed, my eyes shut and my brain closed off from society. During the time of a migraine, this is heaven to me. To simply sleep until the migraine breaks and the residual/hangover stage begins.

I sincerely apologize to my friends for yesterday. If I could have changed it I would have. I wanted to have such a good time with friends and spend time in Disney World. Instead, you all got a person who was not fun to be around.

Until next time…

Go West

I know it has been a long time since my last post. And I am sorry that my three readers have had to wait so long to see what was taking place. The truth is, a great deal has happened since the last post.

It started last March when we realized it was time to aggressively look for a new job. With Stephen L. pushing I looked at job opening and applied at various institutions. In May I had a phone interview for the Dean of Students position at New Mexico State University. In June I flew to Las Cruces, NM for a full days worth of interviews. Each interview let me know this is where I wanted to be. It felt right for me. Then I waited. It seemed like for months when in reality it was a few weeks. Then the phone call came with the offer. After some discussion with Mikey I accepted the offer. The one catch was I would need to start August 16. Let’s do this!

In late July I flew back out to Las Cruces for a leadership retreat with the division of Student Affairs and Enrollment Services. I did not know what to expect. I would be in a room full of people who I did not know and who did not know me. I was 1,400 miles from Mikey. How would I make it? WHY DID I WORRY? The retreat was amazing. I was made to feel like I had been part of the group for years. We gathered at the end of the day and I met many of the individual’s spouses. Everyone was friendly and welcoming. We talked and we laughed. I called Mikey excited about the experience. His stated, “I can hear how happy your are in your voice. I have not heard that in a long time when it comes to your job.” And he was right. I did not want to leave Las Cruces and return to the current job. But we had three weeks to go.

In three weeks we got the house ready to put on the market, packed up our belongings into  PODS, attended our moving away party hosted by our friends, and began the drive out west. On

Wednesday night, August 8 Tilly got sick. I mean real sick! She vomited several time, could barely stand up and walk, and you could tell she was having a hard time focusing with her eyes. Thursday morning Mikey took her to the Vet. She was kept for observations. The diagnosis was: Tilly had a small stroke. The Vet gave us some medicine and we were to keep he resting. The big concern was how she would handle the stress of the car trip.

On August 10 the PODS were loaded and gone. On August 11 we loaded the Mini on a trailer and pulled it with the Jeep. Thank you Gentry for your help on this one! Early Mariana and Mike surprised us with a visit to send us off. After a few set back and little bumps in the road, we left Pensacola. Yes, it was raining when we drove out of town. We figured a 20 hour car trip. However, due to the trailer and stops for the girls it ended up being closer to 30.

The first half of the trip was from Pensacola to San Antonio. We left Pensacola by 9:00 am and arrived in San Antonio at 1:00 am. When we arrived at the hotel, a La Quinta in the heart of downtown San Antonio the valets said they may not have parking for the car and trailer. Mikey, being wise, looked at me and said, “I’ll go talk to them.” When he returned there was a solution. We checked in and were in bed by 1:45.

The next morning we got up at 7:00. Chris and Cindy drove down from Austin to meet us for breakfast. We had a great time. We were able to catch up, have a good breakfast, and enjoy a nice visit. Then it was back in the car. Okay, as you leave the west side of San  Antonio you begin to come out of an area of Texas known as the Hill Country. If we were just in the Jeep or the Mini this would have been a beautiful drive. However, driving the Jeep and towing the Mini presented some challenges. When going up hill the Jeep could barely go above 30 mph. But going down hill, and with the trailer pushing on the Jeep, created quite a stress. After about three hours we were out of the hills and into the FLAT plains of Texas. There was nothing. Once the Jeep hit half a tank we pulled over at the next gas station and refilled. The reason for this, you never knew just how long it was until the next gas station. One the second day we were on the road by 8:30 am and leaving San Antonio. We pulled into the driveway of the new house at about 11:00 pm central time. We unloaded the cars and got the girls in the house. We took the trailer to the drop off point (a location that had no signage). By 1:00 am we were laying on our air mattress in the rental home. We fell asleep and when we woke up, a new chapter in our lives had begun. We had moved west. To a place I had never thought of before.

Side note, Tilly and Corri are doing fine. Tilly is laying in the bed beside me as I type this out. I will work to catch you up on what has taken place over the next week. It feels good to be back.Until next time.


The Phone Call I Could Not Make

There was a phone call I could not make today. Several times I picked up my phone to dial the number only to realize I could not or I would come to my senses and put the phone down. It was not my pride which stopped me. It was purely nature. This was a phone call I have made each year on this day for at least 35 years. And this year I could not do it. A connection has been broken and for the first time in 40 years a tradition was not conducted. And tonight I am sad.

Today is my Aunt’s birthday. Two days from today is mine. And today was the first time since I can remember I was not able to say, “Happy Birthday, Aunt Billie.” We have always celebrated our birthdays together. As I was growing up, I can not remember celebrating my birthday without celebrating hers. That is just the way it was. The first year I was away at college and we did not celebrate together was difficult. However, I picked up the phone and called her on March 20. Two days later, my phone rang and it was her on the other line returning the gesture.That became the new version of our old tradition. To me we still celebrated our birthdays together.

Eleven months ago my Aunt passed away. She had been in the hospital and just as things seem to be getting better she let go. I would not say my Aunt gave up. But I know she let go. I believe she was tired of trying and she felt it was time. She stop fighting and let what happened happen. She passed on April 20, 2011.

She was more than an Aunt to me. She was a mother.She may have been an aunt by blood (she was my mother’s older sister) but she was a mother to me. She played an important part in my life. She was there for every important step of my life. Hell, out of the five parents between Mikey and I she was the only one at our marriage ceremony. She was also the first to stand up when the guest were allowed to speak at the event. AMAZING!

Aunt Billie was an amazing women. She was a true SCW (Southern Christian Woman). She loved her God and she loved her family. I am not sure which one she would have picked if she had to choose. She maintained this stance all her life and trust me it was challenged many times. Some of those challenges even came from me. When I came out to her she said, “I know and nothing has changed.” She had integrity for her actions matched her words. And although I feel I let her down many times in my life she still made me feel like I was number one. Even if I wasn’t, she always made me feel as if I was her favorite among all five children. There was a bond between us that no one else shared.

Because of that bond, she was able to teach me a few things. First of all, she taught me that being unique was special and a gift. Instead of a burden. Second, she taught me to hold true to what I believed in. No matter what others say or do; stay true to your beliefs. Third, she taught me being strong does not mean you have to be loud. You can be a whisper but still blow down a house. Most importantly, she taught me to be myself and embrace it.

I have many memories of my Aunt. I remember a train trip she took my brother and I on from Rust to Palestine, Texas. I remember making gallons of home made eggnog one holiday season. I remember her giving me a cigarette to smoke when I was in the eighth grade (she had a few beers just before). I remember just the two of us singing Ben as she played the piano. “Ben, the two of us shall look more. We both found what we are looking for…” Today, I realize that song is a great symbol of our relationship. I remember her vacuuming the house at 4 in the morning because she could not sleep.

One memory that sticks out in my mind was on the day of my graduation with my doctorate in December 2009. She called my phone and I was not able to answer it. She left a message. She said, “Mike, this is your Aunt Billie. I wish I could be there with you but I want you to know how proud I am of you! You are a special person and I am proud of the man you have become. I love you!” She was proud of me.

Out of all the holidays since her passing, this has been the hardest for me to get through. Our birthdays have always been connected. And today, I could not pick up the phone and dial her number. I miss her more than I can say. She was, and still is, a very prominent figure in my life. So today I leave her a message.

Aunt Billie, thank you for being the person you are and the role you play in my life. Today is YOUR day and always will be. I wish you the happiest birthday and I love you! Love always, Mike.


Earlier this week, I spoke to the orientation staff about the difference between a mentor and a role model. This week on Top Chief, the contestants had to cook for their mentors. The sound bits were about how these people impacted their lives and shaped the way they cook. This connection got me thinking about those who have served as mentors in my life. I have had four mentors in my life. Two of them guided me into my profession and two guided me through the process of receiving my doctorate. I want to talk about the two who guided me into this profession: Ann G. and Andy J.

While I was an undergraduate student at Texas A&M University I participated as an active member in an organization known as Off Campus Aggies (OCA). Ann and Andy served as advisors to the organization. Like most times, I never thought about the impact these two would play in my life. They sat on the perimeter and observed a great deal. When they thought we could do better they challenged us. When university administrators thought we should keep to the status quo they supported us. I had the benefit of working with these two amazing people for multiple years.

Over time, the two of them taught me so much. I learned how to work with other individuals. I also began to develop skills which would eventually shape the way I work with my students. They taught me the value of being there for students and the joy in seeing individuals grow. I learned sometimes saying nothing says so much and a simple, “I’m proud of you,” makes a great impact. I learned I can hear so much if I just listen. I also learned the value of simply being present. They taught me to be a role model. Today, my success is a reflection of them and ALL that I learned from them.

They both played a role in me being the professional I am today. They saw something in me and pointed me in the right direction. Today, I have an amazing job where I get to work with college students. I know I am successful because I have two great mentors. Something makes me smile is knowing the students I impact and guide into this profession also carry apart of Ann and Andy with them.

Thank you both for all you did and continue to do. I am the professional I am today because you saw something in me which I could not even see. I hope I do the same for others.

Until next time, cheers!

Money Money Money

Mikey and I spent a portion of our night looking at our finances. It is easy to say this is not comfortable for either one of us to do. Isn’t that funny, the things that we should do we seem to avoid the most. We looked at our various debt and talked about ways we can work to lower the overall impact.

Finances are one of those things that I need to make myself look at and be mindful of all the time. I would much rather know that money goes into the account and hope that more money goes in than goes out. As most people know, that is not a smart way to live. I am going to try to be much better at being aware of the cash flow as it relates to our personal accounts. We have made a commitment to create a budget for our living and be more intentional about how we spend our money. We will see if this happens. We have talked about this in the past but failed to do much about it. Maybe this time we will do better. I will let you know what comes about in the weeks to follow. If all goes well we will have a better understanding of where our money is going and in six months to a year we should see that impact on the debt. Only time will tell.

Until then, cheers!

Silence Is Golden

Yesterday Mikey and I went to go see Contraband at the Rave Movie Theater on Bayou in Pensacola. It was the 4:35 showing. I tell you all the details, not because they are important but I can hope those I am about to talk about read this. We get to the theater about 15 minutes before the show. We buy out tickets and walk into the theater. It is packed with people. We find two seats in the front row. To my left is an older group of four and to Mikey’s right is a twenty something group of four. Behind us is a group of four men. Before the show starts they are all talking within their groups. This is no big deal.

The lights dim and the talking continues. This goes on through the previews. I can handle this as well. The show begins and all three groups are still talking. Okay, so they are finishing the conversations. The opening titles, the group to my left stops talking, the guys behind us mumble a few things, and a female to our right is still chattering away. Here is the situation, THROUGHOUT the movie the woman to our right holds a conversation with her boyfriend (I am assuming) and female friend the entire movie, the group of men behind us comments off and on to one another, and the group to our left do a commentary on the movie. PLEASE keep in mind the group to the left are older so they are not whispering but talking rather loud letting me know what is taking place before my eyes as it happens. It is like the annoying sports announcers during a televised game (by the way, what a ridicules job to have).

Here is my point, when the lights go down SHUT UP! There should be no talking or texting during a movie. When you are at a movie theater you need to be quiet. This is not your home. There ARE others around you who would like to watch the movie as well. Your talking and texting (as non discreet as you may think you are) is disruptive. If I wanted to be annoyed with idle chatter I will watch the super bowl. The darkness of any theater should be a sign to all that it is time to be quiet. It is not the time to catch up with current gossip or to become the next great Howard Cosell. Sit, watch the movie, enjoy and once the lights come up then talk; text; hell I don’t care, make a phone call.

As for the movie itself, I would give it a B-. It was a slow movie with little action. The actors were okay but I think my biggest issue was in the writing. In retrospect I should have waited until I could see it in my own living room; where there would have been silence.

Report Card Time

It’s that time of year where I sit down with my supervisor and I am told how I am doing at my job. It is time for the yearly EVALUATION! I really hate these things. For a time period, I begin to worry about what is on that paper. When in reality, I have had only one bad evaluation. And that was done by a supervisor who, to this day, still does not understand what it is I do (nor does she care to know what it is I do).

I usually score high on my evaluation. Last year, there was one area that I did not score so high: attitude. It was explained to me that I did not do well in this area for two reasons. The first was my attitude toward my job. The second was my attitude around others.

Over the last year, I have reflected (okay…obsessed) on this one aspect of my evaluation. Let’s take a look at the two pieces. The first one being my attitude toward my job. I will admitted in 2010 I did not have the best attitude toward my job. I was very burned out and over whelmed. I had been doing the same thing for seven years. I felt stagnant in what I was doing. I felt there was no growth professionally. Two years prior to that I began to state I was feeling the beginning of burn out. I spoke to my supervisor that I needed a change. The change did not come and as a result I got burned out. Now, I know I have control of my attitude and therefore worked this year to change that aspect. I think I have done much better this past year. We will see.

Now, on to my attitude toward others. Here is where I spent my time thinking. The day of my evaluation, I was given general statements (not specific examples). I was told that some directors in the division did not know how to take me, I was not real friendly, and I had not developed relationships with other people in the division. Over the year I have reflected on this and here is what I have come up with.

I do not prescribe to what is known as “southern hospitality” which means I am nice to your face but as soon as your back is turned my true feelings about you comes out. We have way too much of that in our division. Wow, just sitting here typing a list of names is flying through my head who I consider to be fake about their opinion of others. You see, in the south I have learned you can talk about people as badly as you like as long as you end it with, “bless their hearts.” By ending with that one line you are allowed to stay in good christian status.That is SO christian!

People know how I feel about them up front. I do not hide it. Nor am I nice and act as your best friend while we are in the same room and then verbally slam you once you are out of the range of hearing my voice. However, I will work with just about anyone. Just because I do not care for you as a person does not mean we can not work together on a project. It’s just the way that I am.

I was told I had not built relationships with others within the division. And this is true. However, I do not believe the relationships I need to build in order to be successful in my job lie primarily within the division I work. I have forged very strong and positive relationship with others outside of the division. These relationships are with others who help to make my department successful and I help to strengthen their areas. Overtime, I built bridges with other departments and both have benefited. The bonus to this is I truly enjoy working with these individuals. They are fun to work with and I know in other setting they are supportive of my areas and I am supportive of theirs. It is true, I have not built relationships with the typical individuals that people do in my division. But I have built relationships with others at work; a bridge now spans where hostility or only tolerance once existed.

It’s report card time at work. We will see what my grade is soon enough.

You Can’t Pick Your Family, Or Can You?

They say you can not pick your family; that you are simply born into the one that you have. But what really is family? Is family only determined by blood? If that is a case, most married couples are not really family they are bound by law as a unite. Only the children born of that union are family. Is family determined by those who are close to you and are there in the good and the bad times? Is family those who know you most, the sides of you that you wish others to see AND the sides you wish to keep hidden? Is family those who support you when you feel you can go no further and those who push you when you have not reached your greatest potential?

I believe family is more of the latter part of that. I think blood is simply that. It is blood. Nothing is certain. And for many people, we learn that those who share our DNA are not the ones who are there for us the most. They are not the ones we share holidays or call first with great news. For some of us, our families come in the form of friends. At least that is the way it all starts. A simple meeting and hello. Over time a deeper relationship builds and memories occur. Then you learn these people are the ones you call when something goes wrong or incredibly right in your life. They are the ones who come at 3:00 am when your cars are on fire (that is a whole other story). They are the ones you travel with and share the holidays.

That is my definition of family. And in that essence Mikey and I have an amazing family. Over the time we have lived in Pensacola, we have been given a family that would challenge any others and still be standing at the end of the day. We are fortunate to have the friends in our lives who we consider to be family. Over this week I plan to introduce you to some of our family so you get to know them and what they mean to me (I can not speak for Mikey, he can leave comments to fill you in.)

This Sunday, we attended Sanders birthday party. He turned four years old. We are fortunate to have Sander; his mother, Natalie; father, Kevin; and younger brother, Aidan in our lives. And this Sunday it really hit me just how special they are. Kevin and Natalie have ALWAYS been comfortable having us around their sons and we have come to love both of the boys immensely. All four are an important aspect of our lives.

I hate when a large amount of time passes and we do not see them. However, when we do gather, it is as if we just spent talked the day before. We laugh and we play. Mikey and I are treated by Kevin and Natalie as if we are people. This is just how it is or is it?

So over time, I have become very comfortable and never think twice. In their eyes I am who I am and Mikey is who he is. They NEVER make us feel we are outcast or different. So I forget that not all see us the same way. I had an experience at the birthday party. A migraine headache hit me on the way to the party. But there was no question, I was not going to miss it. The party was at a location where they have large inflatables for children and adults to play in. Over time I began to not feel so great. I went over and sat down and watched the children, Mikey and Kevin run around from inflatable to inflatable.

After a bit of time a little girl (dressed in pink) walked over and began to talk to me. She climbed up in a chair near me and started to talk. In about a minute, her mother came over and sat between us. The little girl got out of her chair and walked over. She was jumping up and down and talking. She was very cute. But I got the feeling her mother was not real happy. Her body language said a great deal. In a short period of time her mother got up and redirected the little girl to another area of the room. As she stood watching her daughter, she continued to glance back my way in a glaring way. It took me a moment to understand. I believe (yes it is me taking in the stimulus and interpreting it) she was not comfortable having me near her daughter.

You see, I am never treated that way by Kevin and Natalie. They allow us to be part of their children’s lives. It is an everyday occurance. We spend holidays together and times throughout the year. We go to the birthday parties; we hold the boys and play games with them. The Kerns are part of our lives and they never treat us like we are outcast. We are treated as equals. So much so, that I forget not all feel the same way. So when I encounter “the mother” it throws me off and brings me to an aspect of the real world my family helps me to forget.

One thing the Kerns will never know, they give me a gift that can not be expressed in words. And for that I am very grateful to them.

Can you pick your family? I say you can. They come in the form of friends and sometimes they act more like family than those who share our DNA.

Music Shall Set You Free

Saturday night Mikey, myself and a group of our friends went to the Pensacola Symphony Orchestra. Now, if you had asked me if I liked the symphony before we moved to Pensacola I would have said “no.” However, we attended a concert about five years ago and since then I have come to love the PSO. As a matter of fact it is one of my favorite things in this city. We have been season ticket holders for the last three years. The Music Director, Peter Rubardt, moves the occasion from a concert to an experience. He breaks the fourth wall and talks to the audience. He explains what the piece the symphony is about to play and gives us an inside look at the life of the composer.

It is amazing to sit in the Saenger Theatre and listen to the instruments come together to make one sound; to create that one story that we all hear. From the fanfare of the winds, to the thunder of the percussions, to the long held notes of the strings. They all must work together to make us see the one image before us that is not actually present. This story helps to moves us from our concerns of the day to various worlds in one night.

One thing I do when we attend the symphony is to sit there and close my eyes. I let my ears take in the sounds. I take note what side of the stage the sound comes from. First the left, then the right, then the center. Over and over. And as I take in each sound images begin to form in mind. At first the frames tick by slowly then faster and faster until a scene is played before me. I am taken from Pensacola, Florida to a battle field in ancient Rome or a wooded area in east Texas. I never know what or where the scene is. It is the music that guides my thoughts. And for two hours every few months, I am transported to places I never have seen before and may never see again.

It is an incredible experience that I am able to share with my friends. At intermission or at the end we all share our opinions of the pieces. No one is right or wrong in what they heard. And I am not wrong in the images I create in my head for those two hours. The images created simply by waves in the air. Thank you, PSO, for creating the notes that set me free.

The PSO is one aspect of this city I have come to love. Many times I focus on the negative elements, however, tonight I leave you with a list of the sights, events, and people I love about Pensacola:

  1. The 3 Mile Bridge
  2. Downtown Pensacola
  3. Palafox Place
  4. Gallery Nights
  5. Mikey and my friends
  6. Fireworks over the bay on July 4th

The2Mikes’ Gay Agenda

As 2011 began to come to a close (I mean this was within the last seven days of the year), Mikey and I were having a conversation one evening.  Mikey was telling me that he recently read a blog about someone who asked gay couples to live in a “glass house” for a month to show the public that being gay is more similar to the straight community than some would like to admit. The creator of this concept called it “The Gay Agenda”.

You see, the conservative party and the religious right like to throw around the term “gay agenda”. It is part of their fear approach to scare people in this country about this “dark side” of being gay. They use it to promote the myth that gays will recruit your children (um, has a gay person ever rang your doorbell and asked you to join homosexuality) or that we will force churches to recognize a marriage between two individuals of the same sex (um, I don’t see anyone forcing the Catholic church to preform ceremonies and sign off on the marriage of a protestant couple) or that we will fraud companies by claiming individuals under out benefits packages when we are not really in a relationship (don’t worry, heterosexuals have been doing that for decades). The gay agenda is this made up concept which is used to scare your everyday individuals of homosexuals. It is all based in myth.

So here is The2Mikes’ Gay Agenda:

  • We wish to live our lives as a couple
  • We would like to have children and build a family
  • We wish to have the same rights granted by the federal government as anyone else
  • We would like to know that the other can visit us when we are sick in the hospital as our family
  • We wish to know that the other will be the one to make final medical decisions
  • We wish to know that the other will be the one to make our final arrangements when we are gone
  • We wish to receive what we have built as a couple without having to go through the legal system and without paying estate taxes
  • We wish to adopt children as a couple and not as a single individual and then go through the WHOLE process again to have a second parent adoption granted
  • We wish to not be outcast from the communities that we live and work in simply because of who we love
  • We wish to have ALL the same privileges that heterosexuals take advantage of EVERY day without even realizing it is a privilege

So hear is what The2Mikes decided to do that last week of 2011. We are going to put our lives out there, so that anyone can see what our lives are like. During 2012 we will post events, issues, trips and the everyday living of our lives here in the northwest panhandle of Florida. Some things may be very gay focused but I have a feeling 90% of the post will show two people who love one another and working to exist in this world. It will show how we strive to achieve our goals and how we support one another on those rainy days of life.

I will post my items via blogging. I have a feeling Mikey will post most of his items via pictures and vlogging. We both look forward to what materializes from this site over the next year. We both hope that through out posting that you get a sense of who we are as humans, as a couple, as a family, our friends, our family, and our lives.

So I only have one more thing to say, Welcome to an insight into the lives of The2Mikes!