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I know that this is really very silly, but I am trying to get a little bit of my life taken care of at a time. Next on the list is to finish my project at work, then put together the welcome back to school packets for the PTA for my kid's school. I would also like to clean out my hall closet...just a little bit at a time.

Senate Blocks Bush Move to Ban Same-Sex Marriage Reuters.com

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Thank goodness. I am so embarrassed that our country could even contemplate legislating discrimination. What about the separation between church and state? If a church doesn't want to sanction a gay marriage fine, but  the state? I don't understand. Isn't it better overall to have people making commitments to care for each other? What a nightmare.
I find it very interesting that the Far Right wants less government...Unless it comes to our bedrooms and our sexuality.. Then they are happy to waste bureaucratic dollars trying to legislate morality and dictate who we can love.
If I feel this way ( and I'm not even gay) how on earth must it feel to be gay and be so marginalized?
My husband keeps telling me that I am a republican. My mother tells me that "When she was young and stupid she voted as a democrat too". I admit that up until about 7 years ago I actually thought that if you received welfare, you actually had to DO something to get it. You know, sweep streets, fill potholes, babysit for someone... something. I was so embarrassed when my then boyfriend, now husband told me that actually, no you can just get the money.

How odd. I know it would be a bureaucratic mess to deal with, but isn't there a mess of things that need to get done around here?
Of course I know that I am completely insane because I also think that if your job is a grocery bagger, you should be the best grocery bagger you can be, because THAT IS YOUR JOB. Same goes if you are a CEO, a Comcast repair person, a mail carrier, a teacher, a waitress at the suckiest Johnny Rockets on the Planet. If  you are there, and someone is paying you, no matter how little you are making... why not try really hard and do the best you can? I don't understand people who don't. Do they have parents or caretakers who taught them nothing? Do they lack a sense of pride, or a sense of shame? I guess they might look at it like "Well, all I am doing is serving fries so who cares?" Whereas I guess I look at it as "If you can't even get serving fries right, how are you ever going to do anything else but this?"

I don't think this makes me a Republican, in fact, I think it makes me a Socialist doesn't it? Each person using their skills to the best of their ability to serve the common good? Maybe I'm not that far. I just think if maybe we all tried just a little bit harder, to be good, to be nice to each other, to recycle and throw away our trash in a can and not out the windows of our cars, and we taught our children  to read and play games and to respect their elders... if we bothered to learn a language other than English, and studied World religions, and we served our fries with a smile while they were hot.. it would be a better place. Really.

Great Cause. Great Weekend?

Completed the AVON Walk for Breast Cancer this last weekend in San Francisco with my dear friend Bridquet. The good news is that the walking was not difficult at all for me. It was actually hanging out with all of the people. It was really quite like a sorority...all the tchotchke stuff and the pink and the special hats and t-shirts.
We made our shirts at Custon Ink I guess I got carried away... they said "Save the Boobies" with a pink ribbon. They really were very cute.... I thought it would put me more in the mood.
Basically I think that I would crew the event..or I would raise money for the event, but I just don't think I ever want to be on the receiving end of "GOOD JOB WALKERS!" EVER EVER again. I know they meant well....and perhaps if I were actually a breast cancer survivor I would have felt more 'proud' to be walking...but honestly I just don't think walking is all that hard for me. It was hard to raise $1910 dollars ( actually not that hard at all. I have very generous friends) AND I suppose it IS true that probably none of them would have just given me the money to donate if they didn't think I was working hard on something ( though many thought that it was a good cause whether I walked or not.) I just didn't think I was very remarkable for walking.
It was all just sort of weird and odd.
I am still glad I did it, but I am not glad that the woman in the tent next to me was so important that she had to manage 6 business calls in a loud voice from her tent at 3am. Apparently she works for Citibank...and she is very important....she must be very very important for people to call her at three in the morning about an alarm going off at a place where they are actually doing construction, so the alarm shouldn't even have been set. I know all of this because she did not exactly keep her voice down..despite being in the midst of about 1800 sleeping people. Oh and she answered the phone on the fourth ring of her cell phone..Oh and her cell phone was set on full loud super ring..Oh and it was a ring from hell..like DEEEEET deeeeeedle DEEEEEET deeeedle DEEEEEEEEEEEtDEEEET DETTTTTETETETETETTE
ARGHHH!
So yeah.. and did I mention that they ran out of food, served my vegetarian friend ( who had registered as a vegetarian) ONE pancake for breakfast ( though those in line before and after received more), they ran out of coffee, didn't set up most of the tents ( and those they did set up blew away because they were left un-staked), lost several bags... yeah that was the good stuff :)
Great cause...not a great weekend

Netflix Fan

Netflix Fan

SO scary we were just talking today about this problem Netflixia. There are two discs in our house wandering around in a folder labeled "TO DO" uhm mark that not done. For the last three months I think.

Listening in on a nation?

This is a wacky website of all things recorded. I thought I wouldn't get here until my mid nineties

What a relief

FireDispatch.com

It seems rather strange to be so happy that my house is not about to burn down, when possibly some else's house is... Jean Gonick has it right to feel unlucky in the land of the lucky just because I am not as lucky as the luckiest

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So odd that it took this long.. but it's just nice to be out there.

MACLAREN MAJOR ELITE

MACLAREN MAJOR ELITE

Arghhh we want this stroller. It would make our life so much easier. It is amazing.. Even though we didn't get a wheelchair...therefore spending about $1200 bucks for a little Pixie instead of $10,000...we still can't seem to convince the powers that be that it would give our child more access to life (not to mention help out my back) if we could get something a bit more manageable. What a pain.

Taking the Curve too fast

Okay so I joined Curves www.curvesinternational.com. with a friend... i am a dork... walking is free, but I have decided to pay $39.00 a month to go somewhere and hear a lady say "change stations now", "step away from your station....and let's check your pulse in 3-2-1 okay"

I had a great time on my first visit. I was also very depressed. I want it all to happen now. I don't want to go 100 visits to get a great new body. I want a mind and body change NOW! Ahh it is great to be part of this instant gratification generation isn't it?

I spoke with my parents this morning, the football/Catholic/Orange County ones --I asked how they felt about John Kerry. I really wanted to know. Bad choice. I didn't say I liked John Kerry and they were all over me, with my mother saying " When I was young and stooopid, I voted democrat too." Ugh. I want Gavin Newsome for president. Wouldn't that be great?

Christmas Ducks

What a strange thing I just told my husband, and my friend Jodelle about this BLOG. I know that it is posted on the World Wide Web, but I don't think anyone else had ever read it...


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My dad just called and wanted to know if I had seen the Christmas Ducks.
I said, "I have never seen any Christmas Ducks".

and he said, "Yes, you have, they come out every year for you. AND I had saved them for you. AND now when we open the box, we can't find the Christmas Ducks."

"Maybe Demanda took them." I say jokingly.

"No, Jennyalice. Demanda did NOT take the Christmas ducks." Demanda is my sister, and was prone to liberating items for her personal use from me as a teenager.

"Maybe Jaster?" Who is my sister's husband, and a pastor, and not prone to stealing things.

"No. Jennyalice, no one stole the Christmas ducks from you. Do you want a Noah's ark? It is filled with animals."

"Is it made of wood?", "Are the animals inside made of wood?" I ask, keenly, oddly, interested

"Yes, they are."

"Yes, please dad. That would be lovely. Wait, where on earth are you?" Is he out shopping? I don't need anyone to BUY me anything. Finding something fine, but buying, spending hard earned cash on me... not okay.

"I'm at home. I bought all of these things for my children. For Christmas, but we don't celebrate any more."

I think how sad this statement is. It is so true, we have such a hard time gathering as a group anymore. Toys stay in their original boxes, never even looked at before being stored in the attic. Perhaps later we'll find them and sell them on eBay for double there original price. He keeps buying things for us, for my son... but things are so distant, we don't even know these treasures exist.

"Demanda will bring you a Noah's ark." You will each have one, but yours will be better."

He says this seriously. I think he believes I really was hurt that my step-sister got his grandmother's old 1940's radio, art deco wicker chair and various sundry items. I guess I was hurt enough to notice, but not by the gesture that she would have the items. Not at all.

She is my sister in ways that blood would never confirm. Sisters by choice is a lot better than sisters by chance. No, I was hurt because I did not have the ability to visit his house and see his treasures... family treasures, family history. Cut off by distance, and time and lack of money and allergies and engine trouble and all sorts of stooopid things I have managed to withdraw from my life in Southern California so completely that I no longer even get the hand-me-down bed Gloria (my mom, the one who carried me) is giving to my little brother (the one by blood, Gerard), or the beautiful wicker rocker Demanda has in her guest room.

I am not more deserving than any of the other kids, more appreciative or even by a longshot, a better kid... it's just, well, I am not even offered the items anymore. This is kind of a weird thing when you are the oldest, and used to being the one who gets to pass on the first showcase. I wonder if I should get a name tag.