Category: FAMILY

freedom to marry week: invisible grooms

freedom to marry week: invisible grooms

this week has been pretty crazed. i had to figure out how i was going to be chaperoning several three year olds at disney on ice downtown while simultaneously delivering my daughter to her school, which opened two hours late on thursday and friday. i also had to figure out how i was going to be at school for the 100th day of school celebration and plan a mardi gras party for a few little girls on saturday (today). and today, for anyone who cares, is the one year anniversary of my start in the hospital.

so i’m a bit preoccupied.

but i’ve resolved that this is the year i will have FUN. (dammit.) and that is why we had several of BC’s pals from her old school over. we made masks, we made tiaras, we listened to professor longhair and buckwheat zydeco. there are beads and feathers and glitter all over my table.

i love it.

but i think the funniest part of the day was watching the three little girls have a wedding. (i am not making this up.) two of them wrapped themselves up in flowery sheet gowns; and BC was going to be the officiant. one wanted to be the groom, but the other said she’d prefer to marry an invisible groom. i looked for the wedding march on rhapsody. it was a moment.

i enjoyed listening to these eight year olds wax on over why you must marry before you have a baby — clearly we parents have been working overtime on that one. but i realize that none of us have talked much about who can marry or who cannot. i guess i never thought about that much. in the back of my mind, i am hoping that by the time BC and jools are old enough, this will be a non-issue.

freedom to marry week: loudoun county

freedom to marry week: loudoun county

apologies for not posting yesterday and breaking the chain, so to speak. ya see, here in DC, we don’t deal well with precipitation. if there’s rain in the forecast, people start buying up bread and milk at Giant. if there’s snow, people make sure they have enough to keep them going for two weeks. and if there’s ice? whoo, doggies. people who can’t fly out of dulles are left cooling their heels in the podunk that is loudoun county (motto: we’re the fastest growing county in the usa, so please send us more mcmansion builders to clear out the cows!)

i talk about loudoun county, our neighbor to the west, because over the weekend, there was a great cry and gnashing of teeth over a student play about — gasp! — a high school football player’s homosexuality. the loudoun county delegate was horrified, as he believes the high school is being used to promote a homosexual lifestyle. his son-in-law, the loudoun county supervisor (cue Deliverance music here) was equally appalled. parents were emailing all sorts of horrified emails, according to the article. the upside of all of this, of course, is that more people are interested in the play.

my favorite quote in the Post article, though, comes from the Delegate:

“Within our public schools, there is a tendency to encourage homosexual activity, to portray it in a cute or favorable light,” Black said in an interview yesterday. “This is a considerable health hazard right now. If we encourage just one child to experiment and contract the HIV virus, then we have done an enormous disservice to our children.”

i can see it now. a gaggle of girls sitting at dulles town center mall, watching two men hold hands. “oh look,” susie says to sally and friends, “a gay couple — aren’t they just too CUUUUTTE? maybe they can go shoe shopping with us!”

okay, so i’m a little flip there. but seriously, what concerns me most is the idea that these people are so ignorant that they think HIV is a GAY DISEASE. and yes, i am screaming, because i am SO DAMN MAD THAT THERE ARE PEOPLE IN THIS WORLD WHO ARE LIVING IN 1985 AND HAVE NO IDEA THAT HIV IS NOT A GAY DISEASE. i realize they may have their heads up their rears to keep anyone from sticking something else in there, but if they’d take just a moment to remove them and breathe air, they could find out that HIV/AIDS is an epidemic that is taking the lives of plenty of heterosexuals the world over. newsflash: africa, folks. newsflash: southeast asia. newsflash: america. i can (sadly) keep on going.

maybe then, we’d have to have a bit more sex ed in the schools to help out with that issue. but of course, the children of these folks won’t have sex until they’re married at 42, so it’s unnecessary.

so i guess i did talk about marriage after all. huh.

freedom to marry week: why can't VA be like NJ

freedom to marry week: why can't VA be like NJ

so let me get this straight:

my friend, who has been with her partner for decades, has two children with her partner. if she dies, her partner, the other parent, may have no legal right to those children? so the children may end up with people who they do NOT know as parents, just because citizens cannot get over their petty little phobias about two women having sex? so the children should be irreparably punished for this?

and how is this part of a family-friendly agenda?

at least voters in my home state of NJ aren’t as backward as the yee-fucking-ha backwater citizens of virginia. although this analysis by a fellow alum from my grad school is quite interesting.

freedom to marry week: Virginia is for haters

freedom to marry week: Virginia is for haters

my friend kelly suggested that we all write about freedom to marry week, something which is happening this very week as we speak. as someone who married a lot earlier than she ever anticipated and who will be celebrating her 17th wedding anniversary next month (and 20 years together in may), i have had plenty of time to contemplate marriage in many ways. my kneejerk thought about the institution, of course, is that lesbians and gays ought to have the opportunity to experience the same misery we heteros get to experience.

::drum shot::

but seriously, i remember the first time i ever thought about freedom for gays and lesbians to marry legally. when i started work a zillion years ago at AOL, i remember the HR person talking about how the company policies considered people who had been cohabiting for a certain number of years eligible for coverage under an employee’s health policy. initially, i thought only of people who were living together for years and years. but then i wondered — was this extended to same-sex couples? i think it was, as there were several critical employees who i knew to be openly-gay and who were in long-term relationships with their partners. i remember thinking, wow, that’s pretty progressive in a work-for-hire state like VA 😉

and then, when i worked at another very progressive place, i was downright proud of the policies offered vis a vis GLBTs.

so it really smacked me in the head last year when the marriage amendment was ratified in virginia. apparently, we have a lot of intolerant people in this state (no surprise — they just assume arlington and alexandria fall off and re-join DC). borrowed from equality virginia, here are some of the delightful injustices allowed in this state. and i quote:

Virginia lags behind much of the rest of the country in the protections it offers its gay, lesbian, bisexual, and transgender residents:

  • In 2006 Virginia voters ratified an amendment to the Virginia Constitution banning marriage equality for gay and lesbian Virginians, and denying legal relationship recognition for all unmarried couples.
  • Earlier, in 2004, the Virginia General Assembly passed the “Affirmation of Marriage Act” (HB 751) banning civil unions and other contract rights for same-sex couples in the state.
  • In Virginia, it is permissable to discriminate against someone in employment, housing, banking or public accomodations based on sexual orientation or gender identity and expression.
  • Virginia does not allow second-parent adoptions for unmarried couples, leaving these families and children without critical protections.
  • Sexual orientation and gender identity and expression are not included in the state’s hate crimes law.
  • Although it is inconsistent with the 2003 Lawrence v. Texas U.S. Supreme Court ruling, Virginia still has not repealed the so-called “crimes against nature” law making sodomy a Class 6 felony.

Yeah, Virginia is for Haters, all right.

carnival cruise – review from a family perspective

carnival cruise – review from a family perspective

we just returned from our very first cruise, a cruise on the Carnival Ship Inspiration. since folks are always interested in information about family-friendly vacation options, i thought i’d share my .02 in case anyone was interested. eventually, i will do a full review. we (DH, 8 year old BC, 3.5 year old hellboy, and i) went on this cruise not knowing what to expect. we booked it last minute, as it seemed like a really reasonably-priced way to have some fun and visit two ports.

carnival touts its “camp carnival” program as the answer to the cruising parents’ prayers — you get a break while the kids are having fun. camp is available to kids 2 to teen. people we met on the cruise were surprised — their travel agent told them that their 21 month old could participate, but the folks on the cruise told them that he could not, so they had a special friend with them throughout the cruise and no break. it seemed like there was some naptime geared to the under-2 set at lunch time for an hour (this would have been completely useless for my kids had they been at that age at that time — when they were babies, they napped in the a.m. and in the p.m. but not over lunchtime), but other than that, the only thing available to parents with kids under 2 would be paying for babysitting from 10 pm until 3 am. i can’t speak much to the under-two situation, but if you were considering a cruise with carnival, you would be wise to make sure that your expectations are in line with what they offer. oh, and know that anyone not potty-trained may not swim in the pool. any pool. period.

we were surprised to find that camp occurs in spurts. most days, it starts around 9 through noon. then, they close for lunch and reopen at 2 (except on days when they have family events at 1:00 — more on that later.) until about 5pm. they close again at 5 and then sometimes reopen for dinner, sometimes not in the 5:45 range until 10pm. after 10, you must pay for a babysitter — $6/hour for first child, $4/hour for second — which is available until 3 a.m. some of the activities are fun — the older kids built, painted, and exploded a volcano. the younger kids basically played with toys, colored a bit, and listened to stories. but they tout this as an “award-winning program”. who gave the award — sony? my eight year old was surprised that two hours in the day — one in the a.m., one in the p.m. — was dedicated to playing with playstation2 and gameboys. “mama,” she said, “why don’t they ever take us to the pool? we shouldn’t be playing with gameboys on vacation!” this sort of programming smacks of laziness, so much so that if an eight-year-old can figure it out, then i wonder why the children’s programmers cannot. in short, you’d do better at a program at a club med, activity-wise, where they take the kids swimming, do sports and circus activities, painting, and a show. while the kids had fun when they were there, it was due more to being around other kids their own ages rather than due to the programming. (oh — and that 1:00 family program? it’s “build your own bear — carnival cruise bear. for $19.99, of course. like you need to shell out more money and pay for more crap to schlep through customs.)

timing is an issue for people with young children. if you have children that stay up late and wake up late, bully for you. for the rest of us, staying up really late means you’ll pay in a big way the next morning. the allure of partying until 3 a.m. is lost on sleepy parents of young children, methinks. unfortunately, most of the nightlife (shows, events, tournaments) starts at 9:30/10:00, so carnival essentially nickels-and-dimes you for childcare if you actually want to participate in any of the things you came on the boat for in the first place. conversely, if you are like us, you never get to see any of the shows because if you stay up really late, you’ll pay for it the next day when your three year old bounces out of bed very early. in short, cruise ship schedules are not exactly young-family-friendly. the people who dreamed up the schedule on this ship either are childless or live with mary poppins, who cheerfully provides childcare 24/7 and lets the parents sleep in at will.

the dining room was the best part of the trip. i cannot say enough wonderful things about the dining room staff, who remembered that my kids liked chocolate milk at dinner and brought it out each night. they were pleasant beyond compare and downright wonderful mostly. if your kid is a finicky eater, there is pizza and chicken nuggets galore. the food is average (hello — indian food requires actual spices, people), even decent in spots, and i still miss the warm melted chocolate cake. which i ordered. every night. and it shows.

the pools on the ship were quite small (it is a ship, after all), though my eight year old enjoyed the water slide. (i think you have to be 48 inches tall for that.) the kiddie pool, near a little play area, is very small. on our first day, it was filled with things like splenda bags, cigarette butts, and other yuck. my kids adored this tiny pool, though (only 18 inches deep) because when the ship rocked, it turned into a crazy wave pool (unintentionally). eventually, the pool was cleaned out so i didn’t have to wonder what sort of nasty filth my kids were swimming in.

other cruise lines are undoubtedly different from carnival. but the carnival clientele is not dominated by urban parents: it’s predominantly middle america, people from the heartland who smoke aplenty (and they did, which even irritated my kids), drink aplenty (and those drinks with the umbrellas ain’t cheap), and apparently who think it’s cool to get t-shirts from the harley davidson store in grand cayman even though harleys are american. (note: pet peeve alert — the smoking area rules were not enforced at all. if you do not like being around cigarette smoke, you really need to be aware of this.) they were shocked that my kids ate from the sushi bar (and OHMIGAWD what a brave move for carnival to put one on board, open from 5-8 many evenings but very smoky due to its position near a bar) and even more shocked the night they offered indian food.

anyway, that’s pretty much the family angle. i will also point out that the cruise price is just the beginning. everything costs extra. sodas. (my daughter asked for lemonade with dinner, and apparently, that wasn’t considered a juice. $2 + tip, please.) as you can probably glean, i am probably not a cruiser, as i don’t like feeling like i am being nickled-and-dimed for everything. club med sandpiper was a much better value, imho (and no, i don’t work there — i’ve just been there several times) and does a much better job with the kids program. IMHO, carnival should take note.

happy birthday to ya

happy birthday to ya

today is dr. king’s birthday. i tried to spend a few minutes with BC explaining why dr. king should be celebrated. we talked about how when i was young, there were states that didn’t want to have a day set aside to honor dr. king. and because you know that whenever i explain something, there’s usually a musical angle to it, i told her about stevie wonder writing happy birthday as a way to lobby americans to have this day. so now, we’re all dancing around the family room to steveland.

happy birthday!

yep. i'm this generation's erma bombeck

yep. i'm this generation's erma bombeck

BS thinks that i could have a career as this generation’s Erma Bombeck. i guess i have a weird little slant on life that is somewhat universal in nature. i just left him laughing on the couch, thanks to a Lands End leggings and tunic outfit that i’m wearing that is ripped in the thighs. the damn thing is eight years old; i remember buying it soon after having BC because it was stretchy, comfy, and forgiving. but eight, as they say, is probably enough. i sat on the couch, cross-legged, and looked down; then i looked up at him. and i burst into song:

sung to the tune of “Oh Holy Night”

oh, holey pants
my thighs are peeking through them.
it is the time to buy a new fucking pair.

ok. shakespeare it ain’t. but for some reason, he thought it was funny. and there are very few things funnier than when you can get my husband, mr. quieter-than-quiet, to fall over.

maybe you just had to be there…

oh, my nose!

oh, my nose!

with no apologies to marcia brady whatsoever.

yesterday, as hellboy was waking up from his nap, i came over to tell him that BS had put up a tree for christmas and that we were going to go and visit santa’s helper at the mall. we celebrate chanukah in this house, but we also help BS celebrate christmas, too, in a very secular way. (we’re probably more religious than he is.) he was so excited that he accidentally head-butted me in the nose. in short, i think my nose is broken. it hurt so damn bad that i was convulsed in tears for a solid two minutes. “go get daddy!” i told him. he bent over and kissed my head, which of course made me cry more because he was so sweet. “it was an accident – i know you didn’t mean it. go get daddy!”

eventually, he toddled off. i heard muffled voices, then i heard BC walk over and shout, “mommy’s crying, daddy!” yep. i’m sure in about 10 minutes time, jools would have worked his way over to “mama is hurt,” but no matter. BS, in an effort to keep order, told the kids to sit on the couch and watch TV. he assessed my nose in about 5 seconds, went away, and threw a bag of peas over, then promptly left to watch the kids or something.

so there i sat, holding a bag of frozen peas on my nose. not very dignified, huh. i eventually came out of there, blew some of the blood out of my nose (yes, i get prettier as this goes on), and looked at my husband for some sympathy. of course, at this point, he was knee-deep in christmas lights, which only means one thing: stay the hell away from BS. i tell him every year to just get a new set and avoid frustration — it is worth the $20 not to have him bark at all of us because the light in the very middle is out and taking all the other lights out with it. but no. so i sat with my kids, who were very sweet. jools was sad that he had hurt me, and so i of course went into “i’m really ok” mode. (a day later and my nose still hurts.)

so if anyone wonders why the hell i don’t care for christmas, you can put this down as one more reason. christmas is freaking hazardous to your health 😉

toys in the attic

toys in the attic

that would be wishful thinking at this point. plenty of toys are scattered in the family room, in the sun room, in the kids’ own rooms. i feel like there’s no room for any of my stuff anymore unless it is something acceptable to people under age 8.

currently, hellboy, who gave us more fun than we ever could have wanted last night by hitting 105.2F, is scattering paper butterflies all over the place from his new elefun. of course, he don’t need no stinkin’ trunk to scatter them. he just took the trunk off and is currently littering the world with red, green, and yellow faux thingies. he’s pretending it’s a leaf blower, which, while not something the game makers intended, might make for an interesting idea next fall.

that assumes, of course, that it survives until next fall. if it’s anything like the easy bake oven that BC got for chanukah, it’s got a life of about, er, 1 hour. see, BC decided to shove the plastic spatula-type thing into it, only it had the pan in it simultaneously. and now, it’s stuck beyond hope. one call to the nice folks at hasbro, though, who tried to walk me through fixing it while jools kept blowing me with the elefun (remove all heads from gutter, please), resulted in the nice folks at hasbro shipping out a replacement part, i.e., the entire oven and spatula. gratis. of course, it is backordered, so she probably won’t see this until her 14th birthday, by which time i hope i will trust her with the real, honest-to-G-d oven.

ah, burger meister meister burger, we hardly knew ye.

waxing poetically

waxing poetically

as i alluded in an earlier post, BS is addicted to LaLa; and now, pusher that he is, he’s got a friend of our’s addicted, too. among the CDs i now possess thanks to Lala is Strangeways, Here We Come, which contains probably my personal theme song, Stop Me If You Think You’ve Heard This One Before. after listening to it ad infinitem, i decided to pull out some other smiths. and it brought me back to college, especially when i heard The Boy With The Thorn In His Side, a song i always associated with a former friend of mine who has pretty much decided he wants nothing to do with anyone who knew him before, i dunno, 1993.

it’s sad how people sort of mean something to you in your life and then sort of evaporate. but that’s what they want, and you have to be respectful of those sorts of wishes, i suppose. what a sad song. i hope it isn’t applicable now, years and years later.

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