Friday, October 31, 2008

Cheri's Boyfriend and Laura say . . .



Happy
Halloween!











On a more serious note,
if you live in California,
before you cast your vote on Proposition 8,
please check out my previous post:
Gay Marriage and Christianity: A View From a Pew.


And for another view about legalized same-sex marriage
read this rabbi's message:
CLICK HERE and then scroll to
"Protecting Marriage -- Really."

Wednesday, October 29, 2008

Tina Fey, You've Got a Little Competition

How Laura and Cheri Entertain Each Other
When Tom is at Work

or

Tina Fey, You've Got a Little Competition




"What would your response be if I asked you
to remove some books from the collection?"

(Sarah Palin, asking Wasilla librarian Mary Ellen Emmons
about banning books right after taking office in 1996)





“The explicit sex-ed programs will not find my support."
(Sarah Palin, declaring her support for abstinence-only
education in a questionnaire during her 2006 gubernatorial race)





"Nucular."
(Sarah Palin, mispronouncing the word "nuclear" twice,
ABC News interview, Sept. 11, 2008)




"Exactly what we're going to do
in a Palin and McCain administration."

(Sarah Palin, elevating herself to the top of the ticket,
Cedar Rapids, Iowa, Sept. 18, 2008)




"As for that VP talk all the time, I'll tell you,
I still can't answer that question until somebody
answers for me what is it exactly
that the VP does every day?"

(Sarah Palin, interview with CNBC's "Kudlow & Co", July 2008)




"I'll try to find you some and I'll bring them to you."
(Sarah Palin, asked by Katie Couric to cite specific examples of how John McCain
has pushed for more regulation in his 26 years in the Senate,
CBS News interview, Sept. 24, 2008)



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Disclaimer: Although Blog This Mom! does not support the McCain-Palin ticket (see sidebar Widgets), having a little fun with Sarah Palin does not mean that she doesn't like or respect anyone who disagrees with her. Additionally, Blog This Mom! reserves the right to poke fun at anyone in the public eye who says something stupid. If you've been here before, you know that although Blog This Mom! is not in the public eye, she regularly says something stupid, and because of it mostly pokes fun at herself. On the rare occasion that Blog This Mom! pokes fun at her husband or children, she does so only after obtaining express written consent from same. Blog This Mom! is an equal-opportunity wiseass. So . . . in that spirit, if you're having trouble deciding who should be the next president, CLICK HERE to help you make a reasoned decision based upon evidence available in a simple format for you to evaluate for yourself.



On a more serious note,
if you live in California,

before you cast your vote on Proposition 8,
please check out my previous post:
Gay Marriage and Christianity:
A View From a Pew.

Monday, October 27, 2008

Gay Marriage and Christianity: A View From a Pew

In May of 2008, the California Supreme Court ruled that laws limiting marriage to male-female couples violated the equal protection clause of the California Constitution. Since that time at least four groups have unsuccessfully sponsored new ballot initiatives for a constitutional amendment prohibiting same-sex marriage. Now a new anti-equal marriage proposition has made it to the November ballot. Proposition 8 proposes to add a section to the California Constitution that would read as follows: “Only marriage between a man and a woman is valid or recognized in California.”

On street corners in California in the last few weeks, groups of men and woman stood holding “Yes on Prop 8” signs. As I walked by a group of them outside of my daughter’s elementary school one day, a woman holding a sign threatened to rip my Obama T-shirt off of my back. Our children attend the same school, and she did it in a joking manner, but then in a serious tone, she said, “Gay marriage will ruin society.” I said, “How so?” “Traditional marriage will not be the same,” to which I said, “You can’t be serious.” She added, “It’s in the scriptures.” It seems to me that advocating for a law because it is in the scriptures implies a motivation to proscribe the rules of a particular religion on our state. Not only are church and state supposed to be separate, but this is the opposite of freedom of religion. While I waited on the corner for the traffic light to turn green, I was, of course, compelled to pull out my iPhone lightsaber. And I started writing this post in my head.

There are a lot of misconceptions and differing views about same-sex marriage. I am utterly at a loss to understand how someone else’s marriage could possibly diminish mine in any way. Supporting same-sex marriage does not mean that I oppose traditional marriage. It seems to me that giving all adults the same rights to legalized marriage only adds credibility and cache to the entire venture, but maybe I’m missing something. Will our population dwindle away because same-sex couples cannot procreate? More likely, the children of loving same-sex couples that adopt or go the extra mile in other ways to raise them will have the same legal protections that benefit children of heterosexual parents.

I think that discrimination rather than same-sex marriage could be the downfall of our society. To promote a discriminatory agenda, sometimes people wield threats in God’s name. Such strong-arm tactics are the infant brother of crusades and jihads and holy wars. Some induce fear about sensitive topics like children, schools, church, and taxes. Gay marriage will not be taught in schools. For that matter, I didn’t know that straight marriage ever was. But personally I would not mind if someone taught my child that there are all kinds of families because as it so happens there are all kinds of families. Churches will not be required to marry state-licensed same-sex couples or lose their tax-exempt status. And in case nobody has noticed, many churches have been marrying same-sex couples that do not even have licenses anyway. And you know what? I think that’s what Jesus would do.

While church and state are supposed to be separate, and I think they should be separate, there is an awful lot of religious talk and financial backing from churches going into anti-equal marriage propositions and court cases. I think that is wrong, not simply because church and state should be separate, but because I don’t believe that God (or whatever you call your higher power, if you have one) would be a proponent of discrimination. Period. Only because the issue of gay marriage keeps coming up in the context of religion, and, in particular, by Christians, am I adding to the discourse my view from a pew.*

I find it deeply troubling that many Christians, the very people who profess to be following Christ’s teachings, are opposed to legalized same-sex marriage. Christ commanded that we be inclusive and nonjudgmental, and that we treat each other equally. What could be less Christ-like than denying all human beings the same rights and privileges based upon immutable characteristics (e.g., race, gender, age, or sexual orientation)? In 1952, our nation’s highest court ruled that separate but equal is not equal at all, making that the law of our land, and that law is wholly consistent with Christ’s teachings, even, if not especially, applied to legalizing same-sex marriage (or in the case of California, keeping same-sex marriage legal).

“I can disagree with gay marriage but still love gay people” and/or “I don’t mind the idea of civil unions just not gay marriage” is a common refrain from some Christians. But the love-the-sinner-not-the-sin attitude requires judgment and labeling forbidden to Christians. Not being the first to cast stones is a mandate not to judge or label. We are told not to “remove the splinter from our brother’s eye lest we miss the log in our own.” Civil unions and marriage are inherently unequal and therefore unjust. Christians are called to act for justice and fairness. That is what it means to love our neighbors. “Do unto others as you would have them do unto you” is essentially a rule of justice and equality. Christians are commanded not only to refrain from discrimination, but to see the universal oneness in all. “There is neither Jew nor Greek, male nor female, for all are one in Jesus Christ.” This list is clearly meant to be illustrative rather than exhaustive such that we can say that there is neither black nor white, Christian nor Atheist, gay nor straight, for we all are one.

To live as Christ taught, as Christ lived, we must treat everyone with fairness and justice, and without judgment and labels. Moreover, we know that Jesus asked us to take particular care to treat equally and protect those who are vulnerable, those who cannot or are less able to stand up for themselves. There are many Bible stories to support this, but one that I like is when Jesus picked up the little child and told his disciples, “Whoever welcomes one such child in my name welcomes me, and whoever welcomes me welcomes the one who sent me.” Jesus also said that what we do for the least of these we do for him. When Jesus used as an example a "child," or spoke of “the least of these,” he meant anyone without power, anyone without an effective voice in society, anyone who is vulnerable because he or she is different from the majority. And isn’t each of us different from the majority in some way?

Drawing a line that says homosexuals engaged in committed, consensual, loving, adult relationships are not entitled to the same rights and privileges and legal status that are granted to heterosexuals under the same circumstances is drawing a discriminatory line. Not only did Christ speak and act against discrimination, he asked that we take action against any such injustice that might be rendered upon another. Offering one set of couples a civil union and allowing another to marry is separate but equal all over again, and our nation did away with that discriminatory practice in 1952. As recently as 1967, anti-miscegenation laws in some states prohibited interracial couples from legally marrying. Eventually “separate but equal” and “anti-miscegenation” laws were held unconstitutional, with churches among the strongest civil rights proponents leading the way. With regard to legalized same-sex marriage, it is time again for churches to step up and lead the way so that all of God’s people are treated equally in society.

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*The views expressed herein are mine, of course, although not mine alone. However, I recognize that the topic of legalized gay marriage raises strong feelings, mine included, and that not everyone will agree with my views. For example, some might argue that I purposefully cherry picked pliant Bible verses to discuss. I am aware that there are other passages in the Bible that many people, scholars, theologians, and religious leaders read to specifically prohibit gay sex. I am familiar with those, and I have opposing views as to how those Bible passages are properly interpreted, which views I am willing to share and discuss. What would you expect from a lawyer with a Bible? So if you don’t agree with my views and/or if you have additional points that you want to raise or discuss, I will respond to relevant and respectful comments or questions by email, in the comment section, or in a follow-up post.

Saturday, October 25, 2008

Blogging Under the Influence

I have found the Lord and She is good!!!

Her name is Rebecca Wood. I have never heard of her before this day, this wonderful day, this day that I found her by Google, and yes, I'm high on sugar.

Laura and I made this pie tonight, following the recipe exactly. A sugar pie pumpkin about 10-12 inches across made about three cups of puree (i.e., a cup or so left over for SOUP!). We used all organic ingredients from the cream to the butter to the eggs to the sugar to the spices. For the pastry flour in the crust, we used organic Arrowhead Mills pastry flour. We got our organic sugar pie pumpkin from Whole Foods.

This pie was the best, freshest pie I have ever eaten. Kristen, remember how we talked about tasting the other spices? We could! We could! The crust was flaky and light, but still rich and flavorful. The filling was fluffy and light, but still rich and flavorful. Not all heavy and lacking pizazz and laden with sugar, like a store-bought pie or a pie made from canned pumpkin.

This was DIFFERENT.

This was BETTER.

I have SEEN THE LIGHT.

How LONG does it take to COME DOWN FROM SUGAR?

Also, we blanched the seeds, spread them on a baking sheet coated with a wee bit of olive oil, baked them at 350 degrees for about 10-15 minutes, stirred occasionally, waited until they were about to look toasted, and then seasoned them with sea salt and ate them warm. This caused all three of us to swoon (Tom, Laura and me). OMG.

Try this recipe. Heh. Can you people believe that I actually said "recipe?" It must be good.

(And, yes, Hot Mike from the gym, I will go running with you at least two times next week to pay for my sugar-flour-butter-cream-eating sins.)

Tuesday, October 21, 2008

Je T'Aime Bien Plus

It's that time of the . . . week! Deb at San Diego Momma is hosting PROMPTuesday #27: Trippin'. There are no rules, and here is Deb's prompt:
"Write about a trip or an excursion that left you changed in some way. Did you conquer a fear on your trip? Learn something about yourself? Learn something about another person? Break up? Get together?"


Je T'Aime Bien Plus

It was Christmas morning, the day before we were to leave for ten days in Paris. We drank coffee, exchanged gifts, and I was on the futon watching TV. I was a little sad. Christmas morning is supposed to be for children, and I missed Kristen and Courtney that morning. They were having the last Christmas visit they would ever have with their biological father, in fact it would be one of the last times they’d ever see him, which was a good thing and another story. It is a story that I may or may not tell someday because that story is as much theirs as mine. Tom noticed that I was feeling blue and so he went and got my engagement ring from his nearly packed suitcase and proposed. He’d been planning to propose in Paris on New Year’s Eve, he told me, but he thought I needed cheering up.

The following day, Kristen and Courtney, who had returned home where they belonged the night before, joined Tom and me as we boarded the long flight overseas. Tom had grown up part of his life in Paris, the son of medieval historians whose work required that they do their research in the places where that history happened. We planned to visit Tom’s parents who were in Paris at the time, take in a few sights, visit neighborhoods and schools where Tom spent time as a boy, and eat chocolate-filled crepes.

When we arrived in Paris, I was a bit overwhelmed. Wouldn’t you know? All of the signs were in French. I had never been to Europe or anywhere that “they” didn’t speak English or Spanish, and at least I speak enough Spanish that when in Mexico I could get myself to the nearest baño. I had known Tom since our first day of law school, and well enough at that point to accept his proposal of marriage, but I was soon to find out something new about him. He spoke French, rather fluently in fact. I knew that he had learned to speak French as a child, but even Tom said he was surprised by how much he was able to recall.

As he navigated our newly forming family through the cobblestone streets of Paris, I felt safe and protected, a brand new feeling for me to have with a man. With Tom’s beautiful French accent, a native accent that can be acquired only from learning a language as a child, he ordered our food in restaurants, bargained with vendors on the streets, read maps, and led us through a magical journey. In that place that I had never been before, I fell more deeply in love with Tom. Paris was not the first time, and it wouldn’t be the last time either, that I’d find myself surprised by Tom, and falling more in love with him.

Sunday, October 19, 2008

Taking My Own Advice

Deb at San Diego Momma asked me to guest post while she's acting in spite of fear and defying the laws of gravity to visit New York. I re-worked one of my first Blog This Mom! posts, Good Humor Girl, and it is up now after a minor glitch this morning that nearly caused me to have heart failure.

I went over to San Diego Momma this morning to have a peek. (Yeah, I went to go read my own post. I'm not the only one who does that, you know.) I left Deb a comment to tell her that the last paragraph had been cut off. Paragraphus interruptus. Within moments, Deb emailed me (from her cell phone) to tell me that she would be away from her computer for the day, but she gave me her login and password and asked me to go ahead and fix it if I didn't mind.

Mind? Mind? Not at all. Anything for Deb. After I recovered from heart failure, I didn't mind at all.

After Tom restarted my heart with some vigorous breast chest compressions, I logged in. But I was AFRAID. A.F.R.A.I.D. I had FEAR. F.E.A.R. Fear and I logged in together. I am not good with change, new things, new territory. I'm especially afraid of new territory with buttons. Ask Adam. Ask Trish. Ask Melanie. Buttons the wrong pressing of which will have ramifications. Ramifications such as Inadvertently Deleting Deb's Entire Blog.

Ack!

Just thinking about it!

[PAUSE]

[PAUSE]

[PAUSE]

Tom just had to re-start my heart again.

A certain irony can be readily found in my Moments of Terror this morning, and it lurks in my very last post. The post about fear. The post about fear that I wrote for Deb at San Diego Momma. Now I have to go back and re-read it. Because I may have mentioned that I do that. You know, read my own posts.

And Deb? When you have a chance, go check out your blog and make sure I didn't leave the front door unlocked, okay? Oh, God, my heart just stopped beating again. TOM!!!

Thursday, October 16, 2008

We Shall Not Overcome

Deb at San Diego Momma is hosting PROMPTuesday #26: And We Shall Prevail, except that you may have noticed that today is Thursday, which means that at Blog This Mom! PROMPThursday is the new PROMPTuesday. At least this week.

Apparently Deb does not like to fly (on airplanes; maybe if she had fairy wings, it would be different). So in light of her trip to New York this week, this week's prompt has no rules, and Deb asks: Can you tell me a story of a fear you’ve overcome?

Deb, this one's for you:


We Shall Not Overcome

I learned that courage was not the absence of fear, but the triumph over it. The brave man is not he who does not feel afraid, but he who conquers that fear.
~Nelson Mandela

If we listened to our intellect, we'd never have a love affair. We'd never have a friendship. We'd never go into business, because we'd be cynical. Well, that's nonsense. You've got to jump off cliffs all the time and build your wings on the way down.
~ Ray Bradbury

A man of courage never wants weapons.
~Author Unknown


My Dearest Deb Who Flew on an Airplane,

I have tried, even desperately at times, to find safe havens from fear. A quick fix is what we all want when we’re uncomfortable. From time to time, many of us turn to overeating, alcohol, drugs, anger, chaos, or control as we seek to protect ourselves from fear. However, the very devices that we employ for protection turn out to be the sneaky and steadfast companions of fear. If we shed those companions, our fears do not magically subside. But fear loses its powerful allies.

Whether it is drowned in a martini or covered under mounds of delicious mashed potatoes, fear is still there. Patiently. Lurking. Affecting. Without the cover of anger, alcohol, food, and other quick fixes one might use to tamp down negative feelings, fear is exposed. Fearful thoughts are always about future, about outcomes. Fear is about something that could or may happen. Fear happens in our minds, keeping us awake at night, even while we lie in our cozy beds.

Fear isn’t bad. In fact, in some cases fear is a gift to be protected. To be sure, it is good to pay attention to our intuition, the hairs rising on the backs of our necks, that funny feeling we get in certain situations. But fear of that which we cannot control anyway (death, crashing planes, someone else’s actions), isn’t bad either. It is natural. Fighting a natural feeling is difficult, if not futile.

When we see fear for what it is, then awareness of the present can take over from worrying about the future, and acceptance can take over from resistance. Once the fear has surfaced, if we don’t resist it, if we accept that it is there, we realize that we cannot make fear go away, but we can act in spite of it, or even along side of it. We don’t have to be fearless to act fearlessly.

You asked me to tell you about a fear that I have overcome. For me, that would be fear itself, and I have not overcome it. In fact, I don't think I ever will. But I’m working on living fearlessly anyway. And, by golly, if that isn’t a work in progress, I don’t know what is.

Love, Blog This Mom!

Monday, October 13, 2008

A Day in the Life of Blog This Mom!

Over at Derfwad Manor, Mrs. G. is hosting "A Day in the Life" in which participating bloggers share . . . you guessed it, a day in his or her life. So after checking out what an average weekday is like at Blog This Mom!, go see how Mrs. G. and the other bloggers roll.


Come on in!
This is our front door.
Obama signs are rare in these parts,
so we had to make our own:
(Our child has been indoctrinated encouraged
to form opinions and express her views.)





Tom brings Blog This Mom! a fresh
cup of coffee every morning, rain or shine.
It puts him in the path of righteousness:




After coffee,
Blog This Mom! does a little of this:




Laura eats breakfast:




After breakfast,
Blog This Mom! does a little of this:





After a wardrobe change or two,
Laura is dropped off at school:




In front of the school after drop off,
Blog This Mom! and her friend
have an iPhone Lightsaber battle:
(Oh yes they do.)




Because glare from the sun and traffic noise
in front of the school caused too much
interference with the actual video, here is a
reenactment of the iPhone Lightsaber battle:

video




After the iPhone Lightsaber battle,
Blog This Mom! goes to the gym.
She highly recommends being a
weakling at the gym so that the
hawt gays guys will spot you:




After the gym,
Blog This Mom! does a little of this:




After a little of that,
Blog This Mom! goes to the restroom
and almost falls over dead from shock
when she sees that Tom has
replaced the near-empty roll:




After using the restroom,
Blog This Mom! does a little of this:




After a little of that,
Blog This Mom! does some more of this:




After a some more of that,
Blog This Mom! does even more of this:




After even more of that,
Blog This Mom! picks up Laura from school,
and feeds her some dinner.
Blog This Mom! makes such interesting
meals that Laura is forced inspired to
invent interesting ways to eat them:





After dinner,
Blog This Mom! does some of this:




Laura works in her chemistry lab
before bedtime:




While Laura works in her lab,
Blog This Mom! does some of this:




Laura does a little knitting before bed:
(Note: Blog This Mom! does NOT knit.
Laura had to learn how to do this on the streets.)





After Laura goes to bed,
Blog This Mom! does some of this:




After some of that,
Blog This Mom! does some more of this:




After some more of that,
Blog This Mom! snuggles
on the couch with Tom:




After she snuggles on the couch with Tom,
Blog This Mom! doesn't do this
for the rest of the night:

Saturday, October 11, 2008

And the Free Pot Goes To . . .

At the Academy Awards there are no actual losers at the ceremony, at least not since 1989, when the announcement preceding the recipient's name was changed from "And the winner is . . ." to "And the Oscar goes to . . . ." But here at Blog This Mom! we have winners, and there are three of them.

Picking names from an old hat seemed old hat. (Clever, huh? Sometimes I crack myself up. Just myself. But still.) So I used this Random Sequence Generator instead. The first three numbers it picked were 73, 77, and 67. In a very "mathemagical" way, I applied those numbers to the order in which the comments were entered. Tricky, huh? I try. Now I bet you want to know just who are the bloggers behind those comments, the winners, if you will?


Can we have a drum roll, please? Thank you.


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And the pot goes to . . .




This piggy was made possible by
Gary Rith Pottery.
Go check out his blog and Etsy shop link.



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And the shirt goes to . . .



Jeanette at DownRightFaith!


This T-Shirt was made possible by
Trish's Mommy Blogger Shop
.
Go check out her blog and Cafe Press shop.



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And the earrings go to . . .





These earrings were made possible by
cheldesigns.
Go check out her blog and Etsy shop link.



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Congratulations to the lucky winners! By the way, these gals are new over at Blog This Mom!, so if you have the chance, be neighborly, click over, and say hello to them. Blog This Mom! says: Clicks, not cliques! (Oh, I like that! I'm really impressing myself tonight with my cleverness, math skills, and winning slogans. Just myself. But still.)

Thank you to everyone who came to leave birthday wishes and/or get free pot.

Friday, October 10, 2008

People, I Just Want to Buy the Farm



At the gym:

Cheri: I want to buy a farm.

Alyssa: That was random.

Cheri: Not really. I’ve been feeling the need to live around tall trees. Not those little trees you find all around here in new tract housing developments, but actual trees. With shade. And I need a pond, so Laura can have ducks. I found the perfect farm. It has trees and a duck pond. And I want to buy it.

Alyssa: Where is this farm?

Cheri: It’s in upstate New York, and it is only covered in snow part of the year. It comes with a pond, a tractor, 33 acres of meadow with hay, even though I don’t know why I need hay, I just know I want it, a barn, 60 acres of woods, and an A-frame house.

Alyssa: Upstate New York? With an A-frame house? That’s the Amityville Horror house. That house will have eyes.

Cheri: Nah-uh. I can already tell that house has good karma. And it has a driveway that’s like a kilometer long, which will only be covered in snow part of the year. I need a long driveway like that. Oh, and guess what? The barn has a new studio over it, so we’ll have a place for people to stay. Will you come visit us?

Alyssa: No way. Not in Amityville with 60 acres of woods. I'm not going there. Black people are always the first to die in horror movies.



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In the Bay Area last weekend, having a birthday visit with Kristen and Adam:

Kristen: Mom, are you still dreaming about owning a farm?

Cheri: Yes. And I want a tractor. You know what? I actually don’t know what a tractor does. I just know I want one.

Adam: You were born in LA.

Cheri: Okay, but really, what does a tractor do?

Adam: Pulls stuff, like a tiller, hauls hay, etc.

Cheri: Why can’t I just do that stuff in my Volvo?

Kristen: Listening to your Mamma Mia soundtrack, wearing Chanel sunglasses and UGG boots, and holding your Starbucks coffee mug.

Adam: The airbags would interfere with your big straw hat.

Tom: Tilling in the Volvo would decrease your chances of getting hit by lightning.

Kristen: If you’re hauling hay in the Volvo, your butt crack won’t show.

Laura: Can I use your laptop to watch YouTube?

Cheri [typing]: Not right now. I’m writing down what everyone is saying.



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It's not too late to enter the Birthday Pot Giveway!

If you haven't done so already, click on over and leave a Happy Birthday comment here because I am now a 48-year-old comment 'ho that's how to get your name in the hat to win in my Birthday Pottery and Cool Stuff Giveaway. The deadline to comment and enter is 12AM PST on Saturday, October 11.


Tuesday, October 07, 2008

PROMPTuesday #25: Giggle Over Spilled Wine

First things, first. If you haven't done so already, please click on over and leave a Happy Birthday comment here because I am now a 48-year-old comment 'ho that's how to get your name in the hat to win in my Birthday Pottery and Cool Stuff Giveaway (the deadline to comment and enter is 12AM PST on Saturday, October 11):





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Now, on to the actual post du jour.

Deb at San Diego Momma is hosting PROMPTuesday #25: The Wine's Drunk, But the Memories Remain

Deb's Prompt: Describe a lovely (or horrible, if you run that way) drink you shared with a lover/friend/enemy/etc. The drink could be wine or coffee or Jamba Juice. BUT, the drink should have been life-changing in some way. Share the story as a vignette, poem, one-liner, however you like.

Deb's Rules: No rules. (Woo hoo!)


Giggle Over Spilled Wine

I brought a picnic basket because Detached McSuave had coveted box seats. I packed a corkscrew, carefully selected table linens, and brought along stemmed glasses. But then nothing about the sustenance in the picnic basket turned out right. Really, it was a perfect metaphor for how it was with McSuave in general. The baguette was stale, the pate was grainy, and the cheese did not stand alone. And there was wine. Red, red wine.

He opened the bottle and poured. We each sipped from our glasses. I immediately realized that the wine had a slightly acidic quality. It had been in my cupboard too long. I should have bought a fresh bottle; he had box seats after all. I was about to comment, but then noticed the unspoken disparagement that flit across his eyes. The circuitous conversation that typically flowed between us did not, so I tried to rally, as I tend to do. I chirped and babbled and attempted cheery conversation marked with animated expressions. And then my animated expressions knocked over his wine glass. A large, red, wet stain covered his pants, mostly on his crotch and upper thighs. I handed him my linen napkin, but he might have noticed the unspoken amusement that flit across my eyes.

There we all were at the Hollywood Bowl. You were sitting somewhere else with someone else, and I was sitting in those box seats with McSuave. It would be a couple of years before we would sit at the Hollywood Bowl together. And it would be a couple of years after that before we’d put two and two together and figure out that we’d both been at the Hollywood Bowl that same night. There to see a movie on the Bowl’s big screen, but seventeen years later neither one of us remembers the name of the film.

Friday, October 03, 2008

I'm Giving Away Free Pot for My Birthday

It's my party and I'm giving away pot! Heh. (Not that kind of pot. Go away Feds.)

Someone once said that it is more blessed to give than to receive. So, to celebrate my and my oldest daughter's birthdays this week, I'm giving away some totally awesome stuff.

You know how Oprah has "The O List"? With The O List, Oprah introduces us regular folks to some of her so-called favorite things? Things us regular folks can take out new sub-prime mortgages on our houses to buy? You know you could really use stuff like this:


Reacquaint yourself with yourself
with this $110 magnifying mirror.



$54 natural wax candles with such a fresh fragrance
you can be sure to have on hand that
instant breath of summer on chilly October nights.



It would not be a life well-lived
if one were deprived of proper rain attire.



Okay . . . yeah. So I came up with a list of my favorite things. My list of favorite things are things that real people really want. And what would be a the top of anyone's list? Free pot. Am I right?


The Blog This Mom! List of Favorite Things:

1. Gary Rith Pottery. Hop on over to Gary's Pottery Blog and check out some of his wonderful creations. Look at the smiles he puts on the faces of his favorite customers! There is a link on Gary's blog to his Etsy shop, and you can also email him to ask about special creations.


Birthday Giveaway #1
is this darling piggy bank by Gary Rith Pottery:




2. chelsdesigns Jewelry. Hope on over to Sojourner's blog where you'll find a link to her amazing Etsy shop. As this wonderful soul seeks knowledge of the universe and its inhabitants, she heals the sick and designs jewelry. I am the proud owner of some of her finest creations. Here is a photo of Kristen wearing a cheldesigns bracelet.


Birthday Giveaway #2
is this fabulous pair of earrings by cheldesigns:




3. The Mommy Blogger Shop. My buddy Trish is a fabulous graphic designer (she does all manner of designs including blogs and websites, y'all) and has a couple of cool blogging CafePress shops here and here.


Birthday Giveaway #3
is this kid-sized "My Mom is Blogging This" baseball jersey
(you choose the size and available color).





HOW TO WIN???

Leave a Happy Birthday comment on this post. I'll be 48 this year (please don't tell anyone), so let's see if we get at least 48 comments/entries! In the comment section, please list in order which giveaway items you'd like to win (if you have a preference). (One comment per person will be counted.)

On Saturday, October 11, the staff dilettante at Blog This Mom! will put all the commenter's names into a hat and select THREE winners! I will post their names and links to their blogs (if they have one). Winner number one will receive his or her first choice of item listed in the comment. Winner number two will receive his or her next available choice. And so forth.

Good luck!