February 2006

Daily Dose of Kids – Ha!

Here are some things our kids and friends of our kids have said this week:

– 45 minutes is not enough time to write a novel.

– Stay out of it Charles!

– Mom, can I have some money?

– Mommy is culturally illiterate too!

– Does this stay in black and white?

– Those asteroids look like balls of tin foil.

– Denise, you’re so funny!

– Mom, that’s so not funny!

– Denise, you’re the funniest person in the whole world!

– Ummm, that was a joke, right?

– Charles, I’m prettier than you are.

– What’s falafel?  What’s tabouleh?

– Why do you order cherry coke if you don’t like cherry tasting food?

– We like it when Michelle cooks, it’s like she’s our slave!

– I saw Michelle, she had devil horns!  Yea I saw her hair but she had devil horns!

– I want to spend my 16th birthday with my rat, not with my friends and family.

– Yes I did my homework! 

– Yes I have all of my books and my papers and my flute. 

– I don’t have a lunchbox, silly Denise.

– I want 20 apples in my lunch bag!

– I want 20 cupcakes in my luch bag!

– Yea, mommy must be expecting a hurricane with all of that bottled water in the refrigerator.

– Yes, I brought down all of my tea mugs. 

– You didn’t tell me to bring down the used tea bags.

– We hung up about 200 wire coat hangers to decorate for my party.

– Why is Chris always late?

– Music With a Twist?  Sony? Where do we sign??

– We’re not going to church because of my hair, right?

– My shoes are too big and it’s hard to walk but they’re pretty!

– Denise, can you get me all of the books in this series?

– I finished Night, did you?

– We could make three dogs with all of that dog hair.

– Maybe you could just carry Chanel around like a baby or push her in a stroller.

– Yes I can run people over with the bike! Die! Take That! Hahahahaha! See, fun huh?!

– I love potato bread, why don’t you ever buy potato bread?

– Art history and world religions, can I take another one now even though I’ve almost finished my 10th grade requirements?

– Women spend less money at Valentine’s Day because they are shy and afraid if they buy a guy a big gift he won’t like her.

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Daily Dose of Dreams – Words

I woke up with words running through my head.  It felt like the words came from a dream but I didn’t have any dream images floating around, just words.  And not like those dreams where you dream in chat text or message board text or ICQ text or whatever.  Not written words, just words.  Kind of weird.  Connecting the dots somehow, maybe making them into some word search or crossword puzzle,  seems like an interesting idea…

Smoke
Step-Mothers
Snow
Sing
Sand
Shoes

Yes, all S words.  And in that order.  The words just running through my head as I tumbled out of bed.

Weird – but then again I’m not a normal person and shouldn’t try to be or so a child told me this morning in a fit of giggles.

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Atwood!

Sassymonkey is awesome! She sent us a video for Michelle (whic is on the lesson plans for Tuesday) and along with it she sent us an autographed copy of Margaret Atwood’s The Tent! I was seriously surprised. I mean I knew she was going to send the video, which was terrific but I had no idea she was going to send the book. She totally made my day.

What makes the surprisey gift so much better is that I really enjoyed the stories. The stories are very very short, just a few pages each, which makes it quick and easy to read in small bits throughout the day. And the stories were just a little “odd” but not too “odd”. Some sounded very “Atwood-like” and others not so much. Almost all of them made me smile. The drawings were a nice inclusion to the book, too.

While I liked them all, I really enjoyed “” (Like God, I like a balanced Heaven) and “Chicken Little Goes Too Far” (I umm am a Chicken Little fan, shhh don’t tell anyone).
Thank you sassymonkey, you’re the BEST!

If you clicked the link to sassymonkey, you’ll see her review of seeing Atwood in person recently – what’s funny about this is that I tried desperately to get The Penelopiad to her before Christmas, when her package was lost, and damn Chapters couldn’t guarantee it in time so I cancelled it in favor of a snack basket that promised before Christmas arrival and ended up not getting there in time. I knew I should have stuck with the book!

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Daily Dose of Dogs – Age

chanel.jpgChanel (and Big Jake) came to us by accident. We’d had a black lab for several years but a kid crisis and an open gate left us dogless at just the moment when a tragedy struck another family.

A friend of my son’s commited suicide. Chanel and Big Jake belonged to them. I discovered when I went to work at the kennel, where Chanel and Big Jake often stayed, after a mini vacation that the family was going to take them to the animal shelter for adoption because they were moving away and could not take the dogs.

I could not imagine those two dogs being separated from their family and from each other. We were dogless. The dogs knew me and I rather liked them both. I volunteered to take them. This all happened 5 1/2 years ago and Chanel, mom to Big Jake, is now almost 14 years old.

I rant often about these dogs. Taking them was one of the biggest mistakes of my life. Jake is mean, mean, mean to anyone who does not belong in his home or his yard. He loves his family and anyone he decides is ok to add to his family. Everyone else, watch out! Chanel is, well, not the smartest cookie in the world and now, almost overnight, she’s aged and what was cute in a dumb blonde dog sort of way is becoming just plain sad.

She doesn’t hear well. She doesn’t see well. She is easily confused. She has forgotten all bathroom habits. She simply goes whenever and wherever (and it’s rarely outside). And if all of that wasn’t enough, there’s now the mobility factor.

The couch has always been her domain. She was raised to be the princess in her first family, a lapdog through and through. I never could train that out of her so I gave up. Now she has trouble getting onto the couch and trouble getting down. It hurts her and it hurts us to watch. She wandered upstairs yesterday afternoon. I have no idea what she was looking for but about halfway up she changed her mind and promptly tumbled down the stairs. I was afraid to get up and check on her. In fact, as I was dreading opening the bedroom door I heard her get up and walk away and only then was I able to move and really check on her.

On Monday morning, the normal jockeying for position outside of the bedroom door that is done every single day by all 4 cats and the dogs happened without her. She slept through it all. I had to actually wake her up in order to take her outside to not use the bathroom and eat. Helping her off of the couch, watching as she attempted to make her legs work, seeing her confusion about which direction to walk to in order to get outside – I almost cried.

This dog who has made so many things about my life more difficult than I’d like… this dog who I’m constantly cleaning up after… this dog who I often wish I did not have is old. It happened overnight, or so it seems. She was fine just a few months ago. Running around the yard chasing the kids, traipsing in and out of the girls’ bedrooms looking for someone to pet her, chasing the cats off of her preferred spot on the couch. Really she was fine. Now, she isn’t. I’m incredibly sad.

I didn’t think I’d feel this way. I’ve lost more dogs to age and military moves overseas than I can even count. My mom ran over a dog from my childhood in our doggone driveway. Another childhood dog squeezed out of the backyard fence and found a new home before we figured out where she was and my parents let the new family keep her. I’ve seen my share of dogs and seen them all go – but this one, this one is pretty near breaking my heart.

It’s time to let her go. I don’t want to, but it is time.

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Daily Dose of Queer – Marriage

Several months ago a group of bloggers were talking about us/them situations.  Specifically about how people might make decisions about who you are and what you believe based on what they read on your blog and what they know about other people "like" you.  A specific situation that I shared was that people will come to my blog (or my board) and once they know I’m in a lesbian relationship, they will assume I support gay marriage because other gay folks they know do.  I don’t.

Koan very nicely emailed me and asked if I would mind explaining why I felt this way.  Of course I didn’t mind, I also never made time to explain, either.  Well here I am, about to attempt an explanation and also attempt to explain why someone else’s writing speaks for me in such a way that I often want to use her words, her sexist words, when discussing and debating gay marriage.  I am somewhat doubtful that this will help her understand what I said or why I said it.  I am also going to be very clear and say that it doesn’t matter to me whether it does clear the fog, or not.  I learned long ago that it is often impossible to bring people to an understanding.  We’re all individuals.  Something that makes perfect sense to me will never make sense to you.  That’s ok, that’s life.  Differences are always good.  (Oh, and no cracks from the peanut gallery about the 3 paragraph rule! Or else! hehehe)

I am not in support of gay marriage.  (I am not in support of a constitutional amendment banning gay marriage either, though.)  I’m not out on the picket lines with the Christian Coalition or any other member of the far right (or middle America, for that matter), who is actively working to ban gay marriage.  I’m also not signing any petitions or waving any rainbow flags in support.  This is not my issue and I do not want to be used or have my relationship used either for or against marriage.  I have issues with marriage.

My issues with marriage have absolutely nothing to do with my 20+ year heterosexual marriage.  I had issues with the institution of marriage then, I just ignored those issues and got married anyway.  And stayed married.  As I grew up and grew older it became more difficult for me to ignore all of the issues I have with marriage.  And as I grew up and older and away from my now ex-husband, it became incredibly clear to me that I would not EVER get married AGAIN.  To anyone. 

I don’t really understand why anyone would, particularly any woman.  Except that culturally we view marriage as some magical bond between two people that everyone should want.  For me, that magic has absolutely nothing to do with a ceremony, religious or familial.  That magic has nothing to do with legal rights or finanical benefits.  That magic has nothing to do with a piece of paper or the way you’re treated in society when you tell people you are married. 

Marriage, the insitution, is something I can not support.  That doesn’t mean that I think bad thoughts about married couples.  That doesn’t mean I wasn’t incredibly sad about missing my oldest daughter’s wedding.  That doesn’t mean I wasn’t pleased as punch for my brother and sister in law when they got married a couple of years ago. 

When it comes to the gay fight for equal rights, I’m there ladies and gentleman.  I’m just not down with the idea that equal rights = marriage.  I think gay people (and those who support them) are hoping that once gays HAVE THE RIGHT TO MARRY then everything will be all rosy and bright and the scarey "right" will finally see that WE’RE JUST LIKE YOU!  Umm no. 

And this brings us to Twisty Faster and her awesome essay entitled Homos Need to Grow a Pair.  I’ve stumbled in and out of I Blame the Patriarchy for years (look at the date on the Essay in question!) and Twisty quite often says things that I agree with completely.  She also, occasionally, says things that I disagree with completely.  When I first read that particular entry about gays and marriage I wanted to jump up and down for joy.  Right on Twisty, right ON!  (If you have not taken the time to read the entire entry then you either should or you should just stop reading right here because the rest of this is really not going to make sense to you…)

Ever since I read that post, I’ve had an urge to say "Grow a pair!" every time I hear someone talk about wanting "gay marriage".  Obviously "Grow a pair" is not an argument.  I never suggested that one, tiny, sexist phrase was an argument or a phrase that would encourage anyone to come around to my way of thinking.  When I made that tiny little comment on Blogher a couple of days ago, in response to Grace’s post about Twisty Faster, I had no idea anyone would assume that was my entire argument.  Good grief! 

I did however know that there were women lurking who would take offense to the phrase "Grow a pair".  and if you look at my initial reply, you will see that what I said was "I want to say it" not that I do say it.  It is sexist.  But that is what made it stick in my head so long ago.  It is sexist and it was the perfect title for a post about marriage and the patriarchy and the incredibly obvious (to me) reasons why gay people should not be clamoring to join the club and why the conservative right ought to be clamoring to let us in.

No, "grow a pair" is not an argument, Koan.  I never said it was.  Yes, "grow a pair" is sexist.  Yes, it’s offensive.  But marriage is also sexist and also offensive – Koan said "if you can’t beat it, become it, is that it" – and "two wrongs don’t make a right" … exactly the point.

Gays are jumping all over themselves to win the right to marry because if we can’t beat ’em, become  ’em.  And no, two wrongs don’t make a right – so, ladies and gentlemen,  to paraphrase the great Twisty Faster – grow a pair and refuse to cave to the patriarchy, refuse to support the oppression and stop looking for world-wide validation of your relationships. 

**edited on 2/11/06 to include direct links to comments in the original discussion on Blogher**


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Daily Dose of Advice – Gainesville

Here’s a little advice for folks living here, take it – or don’t.  Your life, your choice….

To the folks getting off of the bus in front of the new bank on Newberry Rd, just beyond NW 43rd, at 7:30am.  Do not attempt to cross six lanes of traffic to get to the OTHER bus stop.  Walk 25 steps backwards to the corner, where the light and the crosswalks are.  Do you not understand that Newberry in that spot runs DIRECTLY east/west and at 7:30am cars can barely see each other and they certainly can’t see you or your 10 year old son as you attemp to cross ILLEGALLY in that spot.  I know it’s cold.  I know you don’t want to walk the extra 25 steps back and the extra 25 steps foward.  Do it anyway, it’s safer.

To the woman at the corner of University and whatever that street is that the stadium is on, right there with the flashing marquee.  Just because the WALK sign lights up, that does not mean you should immediately step into the crosswalk.  You do this everyday and everyday a car attempts to HIT you by turning right.  You live in this town.  You know that red lights really don’t mean anything and green lights mean everything to drivers.  Pause and count to three before you step out.  Or better yet, LOOK BEHIND YOU.  One of these days, you ARE going to get hit.  And I don’t want to be there to see it. 

And to the people surfing here with the Mac everyday, no advice for you.  Hi.  Having fun?  Are you bored?  Would you like me to suggest some activities that might be of more interest to you?  Some blogs that you might find more to your liking?  Some volunteer activities within the community?  Are you hoping I’ll talk about you?  No?  You’d rather just sit here quietly, day after day, clicking page after page?  Well ok.  Just as long as you know that I know you’re here.  And I know what you click.  And I know why you click.

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Daily Dose of Michelle – 16

If you read TW’s Wee Hours or you listen to me talk on message boards or you’re a lurkingfamily member (ummm you’d better not be a lurking family member) then you know that yesterday was Michelle’s 16th birthday. If you’re someone other than the aforementioned – well guess what, it was Michelle’s 16th birthday! (and go read TW’s marshmallowy about Michelle post, I don’t do marshmallow!)

We’d done the bulk of the celebrating with Michelle during our trip to Atlanta so yesterday was a little more low-key than she would have liked. She was hoping for a tattoo but I boycotted that ’til we can both agree on the design for said tattoo. She’s described some weird cat eye thing that at first sounded ok but later began to sound like it would look as though she had nipples on her abdomen. So no, no tattoo yesterday.

sweetsixteen_001.jpgI took her to TW’s hair salon for a cut and that was a huge hit. It turned a somewhat low day for all of us into something else entirely. Excitement for her and ummm weird marshmallowy the girl is grown up for us. Dinner at her favorite restaurant with both moms, her brother and the 1/2 child was also a hit for her, not for me or TW – see non-marshmallowy mushrooms post.

sweetsixteen006.jpgFroggy ice cream cake was also a hit, though none of us could have more than a bite (which pleased the cats who nibbled on remnants in the sink all evening). There’s nothing like a little kid frog cake for a 16 year old who is trying to do away with her childhood frog collecting but having difficulty doing so!

A migraine ended the night badly for me and an evening out with her friends ended it well for her. All in all, a happily celebrated sweet 16. We all survived. No blood was shed. No excessive tearyness. Life is good with a 16 year old. Even if it means I am older than dirt and I mean really older than dirt.

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Devil’s Picnic – No Picnic

Unfortunately the Devil’s Picnic was no picnic – it was boring. Too bad because the idea seemed like a good one. Head off to countries all over the world and talk to people about banned substances and buy/acquire said substances. Cool idea, right? Follow through stunk. Ho-hum. Boring. Most interesting part was going into Singapore and taking banned substances in – chewing gum, poppy seed crackers. Funny. The rest, don’t waste your time.

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