Wednesday, June 26, 2013

A day to remember

Today, the United States Supreme Court struck down the federal Defense of Marriage Act and declined to rule on California's Prop 8, which essentially lets stand the lower court ruling that struck down the ban on same-sex marriage in my state. Several years ago, during the height of that struggle, I wrote this for another site I contributed to. I have reprinted it here before. I would do all the hyperlinking that explains it all, but if you don't know what's going on today, climb out from under that rock.

This is my personal wish as only one of the many, many families touched by what the Supreme Court has done today. Because those of us who ARE affected are not just faceless numbers. We're real people with dreams and hopes.

And so, in honor of a momentous occasion, I thought it was appropriate to reprint it -- slightly edited and updated for today's events:

Once upon a time, there was a little boy with a dream.

He dreamed of love. A romantic love, in fact. Of love that transcended the ages.

He knew that his dream was not really all that realistic. It was a dream, after all.

But he continued to hope that one day he would meet the one person in the world who was absolutely perfect for him.

The one person who would understand his dark moments.

The one person who would understand his sense of humor.

The one person who would be the yin to his yang.

The one person who would love him back with the same intensity.

The one person who was meant just for him.

There were many dark years as the little boy grew up. Many years when he thought that one person didn't really exist.

Many false starts. Many times when he thought ... maybe? This time? Is this the one?

And many times when his heart was broken. Not just broken, but smashed to little pieces by a person who turned out to be much less than he thought.

Until now.

The little boy is now less than five months from his 30th birthday. About five years ago, that elusive "person" he was seeking appeared.

And he knows love.

Romantic love.

Precious love.

Someone who understands his dark moments.

Someone who understands his sense of humor.

Someone who is the yin to his yang.

Someone who loves him back with the same intensity.

Someone who was meant just for him.

Today, something happened that would open the way for the little boy and his true love to be able to get married.

Today, it has been decided that it still can happen when he's ready.

As the little boy's mother, I want that for him.

I want for him and his boyfriend to know the joys and sorrows, the ups and downs, of marriage.

I want to dance at my son's wedding.

Wednesday, July 11, 2012

I thought it was only fitting ...

My Roo-girl -- the apple of my eye, the cream in my coffee, the heart of my heart -- is 18 years old today.

And although this blog has lain fallow (untouched and password protected) for more than a year, I thought this was a necessary post to write.

You have watched my girl grow up on this blog -- from an insecure middle schooler to a confident young woman.

And today, she is no longer a child.

Today, she is an adult.

The towhead toddler who had "juice and cake" with me at Starbucks before Mommy and Me class.

The teeny little flyer of the pee-wee cheer team, afraid of nothing in the air.

The insecure middle schooler you met at 13 just as she was celebrating her bat mitzvah.

The ninth grader who hopped out of the car on day 1 of high school and walked away without a backward glance.

The confident cheerleader who flies through the air.

The high school graduate who triumphed by getting accepted to all five out-of-state universities that she applied to.

And so, my precious girl, the world considers you a legal adult.

But to me, you will always be my baby girl.

Happy birthday, Roo. I love you from the bottom of the ocean to the top of the sky and ALL the way around the world ...

And then some.

Thursday, March 3, 2011

Mary-Kate? Ashley?

... Or the Roo-girl?

I'll never tell!

Sunday, January 30, 2011

Weekly Winners: January 23-29

Today's photographs come to you courtesy of my phone. Sorta. Whatever.

Shadow play:

Pay no attention to the bad puffy hair day I was having ...

Sunrise, sunset:

It was sunrise, just for the record

Tuck, tuck, goose!

Ok,  so no, this was not an iPhone photo. Whatever.

Guard dog:

She would have killed me if she had realized I was shooting photos of her while she slept,
but the idea of a guardian rat dog was too tempting for me.

The only shot that actually wasn't taken this week:

This was hanging around on my phone camera roll and brought back some fond memories.
Can you identify this place?
I know some of you can ... and no, there's no prize for guessing correctly.

Weekly Winners is the brainchild of Braden's mother, Lotus. Go visit her and her photographer buddies.

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Speaking of visiting, go visit me at You Won't Go Blind, where bedroom hijinks ensue!

Tuesday, January 18, 2011

Scorpio, oh Scorpio, wherefore art thou, Scorpio?

*Ring ring*


"Couldn't you have waited 13 more days to give birth?"

Um, what?

Yeah, that was the way the Drama King said hello to me the other day.

It seems that the uproar over "what's your astrological sign NOW?" has cut poor DK to the core. The young man has been a Scorpio since the day he was born (Nov. 10, 1983, for anyone who's counting). He is quite proud of his Scorpiosity. In fact, when he was 18, he went so far as to have a lovely *cough cough* scorpion tattoo permanently affixed to his upper arm/shoulder.

Now, with all the talk of the switch in the stars and signs and stuff, he is grumpily perplexed.
"I guess I have to start thinking about tattoo removal," he humphed.

While this would not be the worst thing he has ever had to do, in my opinion, I was still trying to maintain a straight face as he bemoaned his now-Libra fate.

"NO NO NO," he wept. "I am SO not a Libra. So really, couldn't you have held off for 13 more days?"

I really really REALLY tried not to laugh as I answered.

"No, dear. That arrival time was more determined by YOU than me. And besides, you were already 9 pounds 2 1/2 ounces. Can you imagine how big you would have been two weeks later?????"

Yeah, honestly, it was bad enough as it was, with that huge watermelon head and all. *Shudder* Let's not talk about this anymore, k?

He did find it hilarious that under these new guidelines, my Dec. 9 birthday now would move from the more traditional Sagittarius to some weird serpent thing with an unpronounceable name.

"Occi what? Ophi who? What the heck IS that thing?" I asked him. "To me it sounds like Doc Ock
 -- and that's NOT a good thing!"

"Ophiuchus," DK patiently explained, "is a serpeant-bearer -- like a man grabbing a snake."

*cue the hysterical laughter of a 12-year-old boy masquerading as his mother*

"Uh ... I'm thinking that would be a better sign for YOU."

He was not amused.

Sunday, January 16, 2011

Weekly Winners: January 9-15

Holy moly! Two Sundays in a row for Weekly Winner?? Yup, must be cheer competition season.

Just for the record, I adore hanging out with the girls. And I'm a TERRIBLE influence on them, as evidenced by all the photos that I shot Saturday afternoon while we were waiting for the awards ceremony -- most of which I can't post since only one of them is my kid and I try not to do identifiable faces on kids who aren't mine.

They posed, they laughed, they goofed around. "Janet, shoot us!" "Janet, this way ... shoot US." "Now US!!"

I love my girlies.

So here are the things I CAN show you:

Cheer hands:

The yarn bracelets are a team-building thing. They made a complicated web with the yarn
and then the coach cut it up and wrapped pieces of it around each girl's wrist.
They never take them off.

Cheer feet:

And my little girl having a blast in the air:

Yeah, I love my girlies.

Now head over to the house of Lotus, where photographers hang out and link to their Weekly Winners.

Friday, January 14, 2011

Who's that lurking behind my blog? Who dat?


I ALMOST missed out on one of my favorite exercises in blogland.

The official  indisputable Delurking Day!

Yeah. I love it when I ask people to delurk. I usually do it on my birthday and my blogaversary, but my natal day slipped by and I plum forgot.

So when I woke up this morning and realized, "Hey! It's Delurking Day!" I figured I would make up for lost time.

So... Are you out there? Are you breathing? Show yourself in honor of this momentous blog-wide holiday.

Say hello, hi or howdy. Tell me what your plans are for the weekend (mine include a LOT of cheer competition and high school basketball). Tell me what you love about me. Tell me what you don't. Tell me what you think I should do more of/stop doing. Tell me to write more. Tell me to quit.

Just tell me.

And while you're at it, hop on over to see my latest venture: staff writer for You Won't Go Blind, which relaunched this week. It is the sexually charged brainchild of Melissa's from Rock and Drool and my first post is up today. Go. Delurk there too.

But delurk here first.

Cuz this is my planet and I'll beg if I want to.
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