Tuesday, October 28, 2008

Pre-emptive strike

I voted early today! I was in line behind a lesbian couple gleeful about the historic nature of the election and in front of an older hetero couple that happily spouted talking points from Rush. I was with my cousin, and we were stoked because this is her first election ever. She had never voted before. We took my daughter, and she slept through the whole thing.

I am so pleased to report that the lines weren't too long. People were polite and helpful, and everyone seemed excited to be voting.

One week to go!

Punkin Patch

This Sunday we went to make some memories. We drove to a farm north of town and visited Sutherland Farms. Many of my friends from high school were there with their kids. We rode a hayride, picked pumpkins, ate miniature churros, pet donkeys and goats, and generally had a Mayberry time.

A picture says a thousand words, so enjoy.

Saturday, October 25, 2008

Whiskey. Tango. Foxtrot.

I was googling a long-lost friend, and I came across a website that I think I want to hate.


I am a bit confused. I can't tell if it is a site for actresses, wankers, or producers of horrible movies and televison pilots. It is a "wiki" page for hot chicks. The pages appear to be "promotional" pages for these women, but something feels odd about this page. Take a look and give me your opinion. I can't come up with a coherent critique about it.

Saturday, October 11, 2008

What is wrong with this image?

I was hunting for a ladybug costume for my daughter on Amazon.com. I have had no luck in town, as the only costumes for babies seem to be lambs and monkeys or ladybug sacks. A sack just will not do, as my daughter likes to move around, so I have to find just the right one.

Let me tell you, this is not a costume that I ever want to buy for my daughter.

Preteen Sexy Ladybug Costume. Preteen!!! Preteen equals ages 10-12. Do we really want to give them costumes that emphasize the fact that they can only be valued for their bodies? I thought that starting at 15 was early enough to start dehumanizing women, but obviously there is a valuable and exploitable market that needs to be sexualized.

I am also disgusted that there are tons of people that will feel that they can "blame" preteens for being "too sexy" and deserving any abuse from men.

As a mother, I fear for the day that my daughter asks for a sexy preteen anything. Hopefully I am instiling the feminist values in her that will make her feel as if she is more than an object of desire for others to ogle and use at their will. Hopefully she will feel like she can be a child while she is still a child.

But I may be wrong. From what I hear, it's all the feminists who are over-sexualizing our daughters anyway.

Tuesday, October 7, 2008

Reunited and it feels so good...

This weekend I loaded up the baby and drove 5 hours northeast to Walsenburg, Colorado. "What's in Walsenburg?" you may be asking. Well there's a Subway, a Methodist Church, a Best Western, a park, a police department, train tracks, and a truck-stop. "Which of those compelled you to drive 5 hours alone with a 9-month-old baby?" might be your quiery.

None of them, although I visited all of them. I drove to Walsenburg for a family reunion. I have an interesting family (don't we all?), and some of the members are getting a bit long in the tooth, so we decided we should reunite while the reuniting is still good. My greatgrandfather Pat married Kate. Pat had a brother named Doug who married Kate's sister Ethel.

That's right, I've got double-cousins.

This reunion was very interesting. I learned about a great-aunt that even my father had never heard of. She worked in an orphanage and she contracted Hepatitis C and died. I learned about more cousins with the same names as uncles. Sadly, I have not halted the habit my family has of repeating names. Looks as if future generations will continue to be confused by Judys and Pats and Jasons.

I learned that my daughter is now a clingy baby. She doesn't want to be away from me, which is at times flattering and frustrating. I learned that I better figure out a way to deal with the stress of traveling with a child.

It was refreshing to visit with people that I only see every couple of years. I met the wives of two of my cousins. I met another cousin's son. I got to visit with my cousin who was active in the National Guard until Saturday evening. He is now inactive, and we don't have to worry about him returning to Iraq. Phew.

I saw pictures of my family living in the Great Depression. My family survived, and I am proud of them for coming through what must have been a terrifying time.

I am very grateful for my family. I am grateful for the legacy of health they have left me. I am grateful that the living members have been honest about depression through the tree, so that I am vigiliant about watching out for warning signs of depression. I am grateful for the unconditional love that I felt from family members that I knew, and those I had just met.

Walsenburg, Colorado. Who knew a five hour drive would reveal my optomistic side?

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Old enough to know better, young enough to change.