‘Tis the season…

Ahhh….spring may actually be coming to Colorado. I say that with my fingers crossed, a candle lit, and knocking on wood, for it snowed on Monday and it’ll likely snow again before the week is out. But ’tis the season to throw open the windows, stretch, take a deep breath…and look around in horrified astonishment at the condition of the house. The garage. The files. The computer. The self.

Everything is awakening from the long winter hibernation and clamoring for attention. The house…my God, the house. Chipped walls, stained carpet, dog hair everywhere. Seriously, Rosie, you’re killing me.

Computer files on two computers must be culled and refiled (any idea how much crap two little boys can download onto a hard drive? It’s a full time job keeping it clean!). My own computer, bless her little psychotic heart, probably only has a year or so left before she flies into a full-fledged screaming tizzy and bites the dust, so getting the files in order so transferring them won’t kill me is a pretty important priority. Wow. Run-on sentences live!

The garage only gets cleaned when I demand it. The demands shall begin.

Closets…oh my hell, the closets. Clothes, linens, expired medications…

Books! I swear I have single-handedly supported the boys’ preschool with my Scholastic orders. We have more childrens’ books than some rural libraries.

Me. Um…wow. When did that happen? Seriously? I mean…wow. Denial ain’t just a river in Egypt. That…that just ain’t purty there, now Jen. Hibernation doesn’t look good on you. Put down the wine glass (riiiiight) and pick up the leash. You and Rosie could both use the walk. You’re both middle-aged (hey! I resemble that remark!) women with a few extra pounds just hanging around.

So today begins Operation Hibernation Is Over. I have two weeks and one day to get my shit together before life as I know it ends for three months school gets out. Oh, I haven’t mentioned recently that SCHOOL FREAKING GETS OUT IN TWO WEEKS????? Ahem. I might mention it one or two thousand more times before now and then.

First plan of attack for OHIO? (HA! Just noticed I made a funny…see, it’s a state…and the shortened version of my operation…oh, whatever…) Grocery store! Alone! Whee! And then scrub out the fridge (I really know how to live) and clean the house. Vacuum up the twin Rosie is shedding. Brush the dog. Bang my head against the desk. Lather, rinse, repeat.

Two weeks. Joy. Rapture.

Hibernation is over. Come join me. I have wine. (Did’ja really think I was going to put down the wine glass? Puh-lease!)

Why I believe in gay marriage

Oh, I’m sure this’ll be quite the post. I’ve had a long day, a large glass of wine, and I’m minutes from bed. Bear with me. And if you don’t like what I have to say, there’s a pretty red X in the upper right hand corner; feel free to use it.

I believe in gay marriage. I believe that consenting adults have the right to be as happy and as miserable as I am in my own marriage. I believe that two consenting adults should have the right to make decisions regarding their lives and the lives of their partners. I do not see how two women or two men in a consenting relationship threatens my marriage. It doesn’t. I have friends who would like to marry, Tom has friends who have married, only to have California take that right away. It is simply a civil rights issue.

There is a young man here in Colorado who is working to get marriage defined as a union between two consenting adults. I’m proud to know him; he’s the son of one of my dearest friends. He and his girlfriend feel so strongly about this that they are working to get this through the legislature. He is 22 years old. There’s also a bill working its way through the state of Maine. I know this because of my blog friend Dawn. She has a very passionate post on her blog, Weldable Cookies. Stumble it, Digg it, scream it to the skies. She writes about this with such passion and eloquence, so much better than I ever could. Her entire post I found myself nodding my head in agreement.

No, I’m not a terribly churchy person. BUT I am a member of  a Lutheran church that is a Reconciling in Christ Community; I would not attend a church of any other belief. But, again, this is a civil rights issue. Read Dawn’s post, she puts it so much better than I could, because she’s living it.

Think long and hard about this. At one time some close friends couldn’t marry…because she is white and he is black. And now they have three beautiful children (truly stunning) and a strong, loving marriage. I want that for any and all consenting adults: the right to marry the person they love, regardless of gender. To be able to raise a family or not. To live together without the fear that they wouldn’t be able to care and provide for the person they love. It’s time for this to be a non-issue.

Field trip

I’m over at Hopeful Parents today. Come visit. Bring earplugs, I’m talking about violin lessons.

W(h)ine is chilling

Jen, where have you been? Thought you were going to write something witty and clever and charming today!


Ever had that day when nothing is really wrong on the surface, but nothing goes right?

  • A stiff neck that wandered north to become a dull headache, that then meandered south a bit into the eyes, which, due to the screwy vision, then caused general nausea and a feeling of bleh.
  • Kids who are chewing on the very last nerve by trying to outdo themselves in the “Who Wants To Be A Million-Time-Over Pain In The Ass?” competition.
  • Aforementioned kids who refuse to eat anything, and I mean anything, I cook…then complain that they’re hungry five minutes later. While I am in the “take it or leave it” camp, I am so sick of the whining.
  • There is dog hair everywhere. Please do not come over without phoning first, or I may need to vacuum you before you leave.
  • School is out in two and one-half weeks. Holy.Shit.
  • Because of the previously mentioned neck, I want/need/gotta find a yoga class or teacher. Then I paid bills this afternoon. There will now not be a yoga class or teacher, and my headache and stiff neck are actually worse.
  • Should I be freaking out about the swine flu? ‘Cause I’m really not getting the panic.
  • I’m still searching for someone to help me help A with his anxiety/2e/general pain-in-the-assness. Emails aren’t being returned and I’m generally grumpy.
  • Crap. It’s dinnertime and I have to go make something that no one will eat, that will be the cause of all the world’s suffering, and will result in much gnashing of teeth and ripping of garments.

Yes, my children, today falls into the “why did I get married and have children???” column.


It’s a bullet point kinda morning

  • The hell? Snow? I know we got snow the first week of May last year, but I’m really sick of the snow already.
  • Oh, yeah, I’m back from my weekend. I feel refweshed. And behind. Very very behind. Did you know that life doesn’t stop when you leave town? No? Comes as a surprise to me every single time.
  • If there was something you needed/wanted me to read at your site, leave a comment. To preserve what’s left of my sanity, I deleted 500+ posts in my reader last night without even browsing. My sanity thanked me heartily.
  • Four inches, thanks for asking. I have to go out in it shortly or the dog will be having PB&J for dinner tonight.
  • If I’m left alone by the youngest child lucky, I’ll have a better post up later today. And one at Hopeful Parents (today’s my post day). And clever tweets. If I’m constantly asked for food/drink/Wii/videos/computer time not lucky, you’re looking at the best I can do today. And that’s not saying much.
  • Just caught that Verizon and Apple are flirting, and might release the iPhone on Verizon next year. Please do, make something in my life easy. I like Verizon and desperately want an iPhone. Make sweet technological love and make me happy, that’s all I ask.
  • Gah. Laundry awaits.

A well-deserved rest

I’m on a well-deserved girls’ weekend away.

I’ll be back after the weekend…after the laundry is done…after sanity returns. No, best not wait that long.

Are we preparing our kids?

Have you seen this video? It’s about five minutes long, but worth it.

I watched it earlier today, and the thought that kept going through my head was, “are we really preparing our kids for the future they’re going to have? Or are we preparing them for the future that we have now?”

Think back. What was the world like when you were eight? When I was eight, there was no internet, no cell phones, no social media. I had a seven digit phone number. On a single phone, in the kitchen, that had a cord. I couldn’t tweet, update status, or text. No iPod. Hell, no CDs. You wanted a recording? You sat with a tape deck up against the radio hoping for your favorite song, or you saved up your milk money to go buy the tape. (God, I’m feeling old here)

I look back to the changes in the last 25 or so years…and I’m stunned. Then I think ahead to what the next 25 years could bring…and I’m worried. I see what A is learning in school, and while his school is fantastic with technology…they’re not really teaching new ways of thinking. They’re not really tapping into the ways alternate thinkers come up with different answers. Those are the kids who will be leading the charge into the next 25 years. Alternate thinkers brought us the web, the iPhone, the Segway, and every cool and new invention of the last 25 years. Think ahead 25 years and ask yourself…

What kind of thinker and leader do you want? What kind of future do you want? What kind of educational system will get us there? Do we have it now?

Think outside the box. It’s where the future is.

Ten years later

I’ve been wavering all day, whether I should write about the 10th anniversary of Columbine or not. Yes, no. Yes, no. But I think I’ll feel better if I just jot a note here.

Ten years ago I was driving from the University of Colorado out into the boonies where Tom taught, to pick him up and head home. I turned on the radio, but not in the mood for music, scanned for something else. What I heard was horrifying. A shooting at a local high school, and it was bad. That’s all I heard at first, and understandably, I panicked. My husband taught at a local high school. I listened…and heard more…knew he was safe…and that it was really, really bad. The panic and chaos came through the radio in waves.

So much has been written and dissected about Columbine in the last ten years, and there is nothing I could possibly add. I feel for the parents. All the parents. We forget that there were two other families affected that day. We forget because we don’t want to give the killers the satisfaction of remembering them. But they’re dead too, and their families grieve for them as well. They grieve in a way we cannot understand, for their children created the panic and chaos and death. As a childless teacher, I blamed them; how could they not know what was going on? As a parent, I no longer place such wide blame. My life would forever change if my child died…my life would end if my child killed others before taking his own life.

Ten years after the fact, I sit here today about the same time I found out about the shootings, watching my sons play outside, running and chasing and laughing in the sun. And I have hope for the future.


We love you, Angie. Because of you, we KEEP BELIEVING. We believe because of your strength, your courage, and your faith. Happy Anniversary, dear Angie. As my oldest son says…often…Brian is still there with you, alive in your heart. He is wise beyond his eight years. Have a day full of happy memories, full of family, and full of love. We know you will KEEP BELIEVING.

If only I had a thought-recording cap then I’d write a lot more often

There’s really not a whole lot going on around here. Well, there is the small matter of the ark. An ark, you ask? Yes, an ark. We’ve been building one in the backyard. Cubits and the whole deal. Don’t know if we’ll be able to find two of every animal, so we’ll just start with ourselves and whatever lovies the boys can haul in there.

It’s been raining. A lot. If you’ve seen any national news, you may have noticed that Denver has been hit with a major spring snowstorm. We got rain. A lot of rain. Torrential downpour for 48 hours, with the occasional heavy snow. I could tell we were right on the edge of rain/snow. We’d get rain, the temperature would drop a degree and we’d get big, fat, snowy flakes, the winds would shift and raise the temperature half a degree and we’d be back to rain. The ground is sodden and muddy. It’s supposed to be almost 80 on Wednesday, so I suppose this is the end of winter. It’s better be the end of winter.

But I have a lot going on right now. Not necessarily in daily life, though that is a lot, but just lots to think about. And that’s taking up my blog-thinking. Things might be a little light around here for awhile. And in a mere five days I’m heading up into the mountains with my four favorite crazy girlfriends for four wonderful days of scrapbooking, drinking, hottubbing, drinking, laughing, drinking, talking, and drinking. These retreats are my favorite times of the year and are rejuvenating more than I can say.

So if you come across one of those thought-recording caps, let me know. Right now I’d love some help getting the maelstrom of thoughts out of my head.