Potpourri

Primp-a-Thon.

I look like I coulda maybe used a little more primping that day.

Oh, and look what my lovely cousin Liz painted.

Big Deal.

Proposition 102.

Before I agreed to dial up utter strangers at the phone bank to help garner support for Prop 102, I had to analyze the issue further. Although major proponents of this constitutional ammendment do include the Catholic, Mormon, Evangelical and Jewish churches, I found that this issue doesn't necessarily boil down to religion vs. secularism.

Interestingly, even the secular/socially liberal French have published some incredibly strong arguments in favor of preserving traditional marriage (between one man and one woman), that have nothing to do with religion. These arguments are based almost exclusively on reproductive and societal pragmatism, given that the family is the basic unit of society. The vitriolic rhetoric (from both sides, I admit) during an election cycle is unbearable. I was reading the arguments for and against Prop 102 (which would "provide that only a union of one man and one woman shall be valid or recognized as a marriage in this state"). One argument (against, perhaps?) stated that Prop 102 is "a pointless attempt by extreme right wing special interest groups to write hatred and bigotry into our state constitution." Once again, the hate card played because there are those who don't subscribe to The Church of Gavin Newsom.

I don't feel like a hateful bigot today. For voting to preserve marriage and the family unit as it has been since the beginning of time. Not since the 1950s. Not since the early 1700s. Not even since cavemen allegedly dragged their women into caves by the hair. But since the beginning of human history.

All that aside, I love this article that resonates with my personal religious beliefs on the divine institution of marriage. I do not want my children to grow up in a genderless society. It's been interesting to watch the silent majority of people wake from their former political apathy and get involved in this literally society-altering issue.

Surprise! We're cool parents.

Yep, Disneyland. Despite scorching temps, (did I really need that mock turtleneck in 92 degree heat? Think not.) we chalked Disneyland up to a huge success. Nobody pooped their pants, threw up, or got lost.

Events transpired like so: (kids, if you're reading this, please log off without further delay). Thanks. Love you.

OK. Marc and I (who had been planning this trip for three whole days--I love doing stuff on a whim!), decided to surprise the kids. It was Fall Break. Marc had the whole week off, too. We gathered the kids around and asked them what fun stuff they wanted to do this week. They rattled off stuff like the park, movies, friends over, bike rides, Jungle Gym, etc. and I pretended to write them down and put them in a hat. But I discreetly wrote "DISNEYLAND" on all the slips of paper and then let Ellison (age four) choose what we were going to do out of the hat.

As can well be expected, Ellison achieved instant superstardom status in our household when she picked out---DISNEYLAND. The kids kept waiting for the hammer of reality to fall, but we told them to get in the car and we were off. (I had previously packed all their stuff and it was in the car ready to go). Thanks for the hat idea, SIL Melanie.

We stopped over in E.C. briefly for dad's b-day dinner, and to drop off Charlotte with my sis Sus. (18 month olds SO not invited to the big D this time).

Caroline kept saying over and over on the way up: "This is a dream come true. I can't believe I'm going to Disneyland!" She and Jackson had only been once when Caroline was a baby, and Ellison had never been. Disneyland was breathtaking with the festive fall decor all around.

Go Ahead, Wish Upon a Star

Can you guess from this photo where we went for Fall Break?

Hint: Very good corndogs.

Modern Fairytales.

Yesterday. Me. Marc. Yoga class. Together. Him staying past the 15 minutes I implored him to stay for. (Suffered through entire class, VOLUNTARILY, I swear.) This is why I love McStiffasaboard. Big points.

B.I.G.

Namaste.

A Reconciliation of Sorts...

I had to break up with my boyfriend last month. Mr. Net (first name, Inter). The McHusband was feeling neglected (he was). Blogging was a drag (not anymore). So I opted to spend more time with McSciFi in front of the TV (instead of blogging) and even suffered through Eureka just to sit by his side on the couch (Eureka not so bad, really).

With my fate as as a Fantasy Basketball Widow secured in the immediate future, I'm back in action. I've missed you.