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Jul. 2nd, 2009

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If I got any happier, I might just burst.

I have an apology to make. 

A couple of years ago I seriously derided a very polyamorous ex for describing his life pattern as becoming a net, an intertwined set of people who would hold him up instead of clinging to a single rope - a sole significant other.  While I am still quite certain the form of polyamory he chooses is not the right thing for me, I suddenly understand completely what he meant.  The recent events in my life defnitely had the potential to end up tragic, but I have such an amazing net of friends who all reached out to catch me that I find myself deliriously happy,loved, and cradled instead.   So, Gray, I'm sorry for being so nasty about this whole concept because you were absolutely right.

The kind of gratitude I've been feeling lately has been almost overwhelming.  I can't think of what I ever did to deserve so much love and care, and regardless, find myself excited to be able to someday return it or love it forward.  I wake up in strange beds in different houses and feel how lucky I am to be there and whisper out thank you to the universe in the middle of the night.  I curl up next to my cuddle friends and breathe their scents and understand the difference between being fortunate in one's affairs and being truly blessed with love and joy and challenge and understand how much I have to be thankful for, every little bit of it.

Things are going well.  I'm still looking for additional work and I have some logistical things I really need to get on top of ... I get distracted by wonderful friends and lovely touches of skin and incredibly comfy beds and captivating conversation and I know I need to be a little more vigilant because I'm not totally out of the woods yet.  I know, though, that this time I did the right thing, and I feel like I can meet any challenge that presents itself and that everything is going to work out and be wonderful for a long, long while.  

Jun. 17th, 2009

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Sleepless in Wyoming just doesn't have the same ring to it.

It's 4:30 AM and I'm in Evanston, WY.  Yesterday's drive went pretty well except for one scary moment where we discovered my cat gets carsick... in her panic she was jumping around and making for the litterbox on the floor in front of the passenger seat and she knocked the car out of gear while we were just about to cross the Richmond Bridge, then, in my idiot panic at freaking car/barfing cat, knocked it into reverse for a split second, which stalled the car.  I'm glad it did, you know, have an auto-save-the-transmission-shutoff thing, but it was frightening to pull over on the bridge with a terror of being stuck there with most of my worldly possessions.  Then I started the car back up and everything was fine.  The rest of the trip has been uneventful; Matthew is even pretty good about not whining too much. 

I'm excited to be heading back but really sad about leaving and I feel torn between going on and turning around and going back. Which is dumb and I won't do since there's the simple fact of houselessness and no money, plus a rocky relationship to boot.  I guess I just miss Pete more than I thought I would, at least right at the moment.  But like he said earlier this week, California isn't going anywhere.  At least, we don't think it's quite ready to fall into the ocean just yet.

But I still can't sleep.  Plus this Comfort Inn has scratchy, pilled blankets that smell like feet.  I prefer AmericInns when I can, but the nearest one is in Laramie -  just a little too far for a single day driving on my own.

So here's a meme.  Post a screencap of your current desktop/wallpaper.   (This photo sent to me at random  last week made me very glad I was coming home. L to R, lj-less Kasey, [info]kurterossbach , [info]heartless1979 , and the infamous [info]jerasue 

 
 


Jun. 12th, 2009

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Who is training who?

My cat is weird. Ok, so all cats are, but this post is about her particular weirdness.  She does not like to play with toys.  She will deign to do so if they happen to be filled with catnip, but otherwise only seems to enjoy playing with rugs and her own tail, and the occasional hair tie or bouncy  ball that falls on the floor.  She does not like boxes or bags, either, and Pete feels this is an unacceptable state of affairs when a cat will not play with a paper grocery bag.

So he tried to teach her.

Pictures of the ridiculous and the disdain. )

Jun. 11th, 2009

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Because more than one person has asked...

If you want to contribute to the get-me-home fund, in whatever amount you want, you can use the Paypal button below. I will bake cookies/be eternally grateful/help with whatever/pay it forward/pay it back as you wish.



Thank you all so much. I have never been so amazed at how much love and support I have. I may have very little in material terms, but I know I am really one of the most blessed people who has ever lived.


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This post has been a long time coming.

If you haven't picked it up from twitter/facebook/actual conversation, I'm moving home next week.

I will be crashing at my parents/camping/couch surfing for the summer while Matthew stays with my parents full-time.  I have an apartment lined up in Madison on August 15, providing I can find a job to pay for it (if you have any leads, let me know! I can do any kind of grunt work, i'm a fantastic admin. assistant, and I can learn to do just about anything).  I have to condense my belongings to what fits in my car plus maybe a few boxes to ship, as well as a few left here in storage until I can afford to have them sent.  I also won't have any beds and minimal furniture, so I'm going to need to hippie christmas like no one has ever hippie christmased before.

A lot of this decision is financial.  Most positions that open in the area get hundreds, if not thousands, of applicants.  So far I have not been that 1 in 1,000, not even for jobs I'm incredibly well qualified for, although I was second pick once.  I'm out of money, living on child support which amounts to $40/week after crucial bills have been paid. CA is about to eliminate most of the human services that can help us. Pete's internship doesn't pay enough to support us all, but his student status makes us ineligible for food stamps and other aid.  He signed a lease for an inexpensive room rental in Oakland, and we have to be out of here by July 1 and I have nowhere down here to go.  I'm hoping that going home, where I have support and places to stay and access to human services if things really get that bad will help us survive.  I also know that going home, where I feel surrounded by love and family of both the blood and chosen varieties will help my soul.  

However, this is in part a break from our romantic relationship as well.  As much as I feel I should have put more into a marriage than 5 months, we have fundamental differences I don't even know how to begin to reconcile, on top of being in totally different places in our personal growth, with the addition of having really, really conflicting styles of day to day life.  We aren't divorcing, we aren't closing any doors on reconciling, but we are going our separate ways at least for the time being.   I am ok with this.  I will miss him, yes.  The loss of the dreams/hopes is hard, yes.  But I'm really ok and I'm excited to come home, and be with people who make me smile and feel beautiful from the inside out and be in big huge cuddle piles.

I am hoping to be in the midwest by the end of next week, and ideally attending the rendezvous in Prairie du Chien on the 20th-21th.  This is, however, entirely contingent upon the generosity of family/whoever helping me out with gas money... my mom initially promised to get me home but she ran into money difficulty herself.  I am going to try to convince Pete that as I gave up my job, my savings, and my possessions to come out here for him, and since I'm his wife and all, and since his lease is what leaves me homeless (this is student housing for his school - I can't continue to dwell here without him) a few hundred dollars to get me to shelter isn't an unreasonable thing to ask, but Pete also doesn't really understand about being poor, so even though he has a small but sufficient and stable income, the "small" part of that means he's disinclined to share.  I know I'll find a way...

I can't wait to see you all.  I have  missed my friends, my community, my Madison so very much.

May. 30th, 2009

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Self-Realizations! (Actually, this is an utter fluff post)

So, you know how you have behavior patterns and half the time you don't even notice them? Today I was watching a series of literal videos (more about that later) and something dawned on me....

Cut for fluff, and not the cute-bunny variety. )
NOW, the important part.

You should all watch this video, but go to the bathroom first because I, Little Miss Bladder O'Steele, almost peed myself laughing.


May. 28th, 2009

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Designing Women Madlibs!

In the spirit of the following,




To do your own Patented Julia Rant, go HERE.

Mine goes:
Cut in case you want to do your own first! )

May. 27th, 2009

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My son channels Brautigan and Ginsberg

I found out tonight that Matthew writes poetry at school.  When I finally got to read them, I was startled at how lovely and abstract they are and how beat-ish.  I'm putting some here, too, because I'm proud of him.  My favorites are the last three.

(and you can all just suck it up. :P )

Me Almost Getting Run Over

The music took me to the wild
And I almost got run over by a rhino
And a chimpanzee
And a saber-tooth tiger
Because they hate people who are not from the wild.
But there were more animals
There was an elephant
And a chimpanzee monster king.


1998 India

The smell of Indian spice
The sound takes me to India
Dancing around the fire.
I feel like I'm above the fire
It smells spicy.
It's 1:00 AM in India
Because it's 9:00 here.


Gold is Cool

Gold snowboards into the house.
He was born under a mushroom.
He wears green pants and a gold shirt.


I Look into the World

I look into the world and I see
A black-headed
Lemon-eyed duck.
I see an anteater.
This world is cool!!!

The world we live in is cool.


Sounds

I'm a saber-tooth tiger munching on some berries.
I am the lightning of a storm.
I am red.
I am the sounds of the ocean and the tides.

Matthew - 2009




Apr. 23rd, 2009

tree too

you have to laugh so that you don't scream.

i just overheard our across the street neighbor  telling another neighbor that she's re-landscaping her yard because she saw what it looked like on google street view and was aghast that a person could see her compost pile. 

i think i'm going to scandalize the neighborhood and listen to the savage lovecast with the volume really loud.  ;)

Apr. 22nd, 2009

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Helicopters did always terrify me.

This is from an email I wrote to Lenore Skenazy today, the founder of Free-Range Kids, which is basically a movement that counters much of the odd, paranoid parenting styles that are prevalent(and touted by the "experts!")  today, often called "helicopter parenting" in which a parent believes a child (an older one of course, well past preschoolerhood) cannot be unsupervised for even a few moments without putting their lives at risk.  The truth is, if you teach kids how to deal with the world, they are actually very competent, and when given the chance to be independent, often end up learning this amazing thing called "self-sufficiency."   Basically, it's an anti-coddling movement. 

Lenore,

I have been reading your site for some time now, and practicing free-range parenting (and railing against the bizarre and inhuman expectations of both parents and kids) since my son was quite young.  Thus far, it's been great for both of us.   However, we recently relocated to a totally different area of the country while my husband is in grad school, and we are living in student housing that is situated in the middle of several very, very affluent suburbs.  Helicopter parenting isn't just a lifestyle around here, it's a strict religion from which you do not deviate or ELSE.  This thankfully doesn't involve the police like some other recent incidents you've talked about, but I do think I'll end up facing the administration of his school, and the body of the parents as an extention.

Thankfully, the other parents in our housing complex are more relaxed, but I've run into several issues at his school.  Mostly I've been able to ignore them since they didn't directly involve my son - things like getting multiple email bulletins about a "strange man" scaring a little girl in her  yard in a town 15 miles away (the man was a neighbor with mild dementia that had simply waved to her), and a more irritating scenario with an elderly man being caught watching some girls at horse riding practice at a nearby private school.  This man had been convicted of possessing teen porn sometime in the distant past, but that was enough to cause his arrest and for a mob of hysterical parents to show up at his arraignment, screaming at him to stay away from their children, nevermind he has no record of ever hurting a child or attacking a person at all and uses a walker.  We received over a dozen emails about that, complete with his personal contact information and vehicle registration information.   Again, these didn't relate directly to my son but it gives you an idea of the mindset of this school.  One other thing to note - this school houses grades 2-5, but also thinks that kids can't handle a full day of school until third grade, and release the second graders an hour and a half earlier than the other grades, except for Wednesdays when the whole school dismisses early.

The school is set off of a very quiet residential street  that rarely gets traffic except for the school.  The school itself does not have a parking lot, but it does have a long, speed-bumped driveway ending in a large cul-de-sac with a circular median in the center.  Parents use this "loop" for dropping off and picking up.  There are no posted rules either at the school or in the handbook about parking or dropping off other than a sign that says "pull forward to drop off or pick up" - the drive is sufficiently small and narrow that it only allows for a single-file line of cars around the loop who move at a crawl - not even close to 5 mph.   There are also no posted rules about the children's movements either - they wait on the lawn until they see their parents' car and hop in.    Apparently the school recently decided  to designate a sort of "pick up monitor" as suddenly today there was a woman in a bright yellow vest trying futilely to shepherd the kids about as they went off to their respective cars.  Most of the kids were largely ignoring her.

This particular Wednesday I was stopped on the far side of the loop waiting for my son.   I saw this entire incident.   My son was waiting and watching on the sidewalk. Seeing that the traffic was entirely stopped,  he crossed the first side of the loop at a jog and got to the median. Before he could cross to our car, Ms. Yellow-vest-monitor ran to the median, grabbed my son by the shoulder, and pulled him back across the street.  She then forced him to walk around the loop (through not an insignificant amount of mud because there are not sidewalks on the loop's far side) and then approached my car.

She immediately began ranting about how my son "crossed the street without even LOOKING!!"   Except... all the cars were parked or stopped, he DID look, and I saw him do this.   My son, incredibly insulted that someone would think he lacks that much common sense, protested.  After yelling at him about how he was talking to a TEACHER and how DARE he use that tone, she broke into a spiel about the "Principal's safety initiatives" and how he openly defied them (I have heard absolutely nothing about safety initiatives -  if there are new rules, they never informed the parents).   I responded calmly that I had seen my son cross the street responsibly and that I, for one, found the school's obsession with "safety" to be paranoid and detrimental to the development of the students as independent thinkers.   She looked at me in horror and whipped out that classic line "Do you WANT your son to get hit by a car?"   I replied "Of course not.  He's quite capable of crossing streets carefully."   She then started demanding that I tell her my son's name and room.  I refused her requests and said I'd deal with the situation at home, and told her that I would like to leave, would she please let go of my vehicle - at this point she had her head inside the car window and was hanging on to the door.    Instead she started banging on the door frame, shouting "I'm going to report this!  I am going to report this!"   I had to start easing the car forward before she finally let go.   My son had no idea who this woman was.   I found her level of threats and hysteria to be totally inappropriate.

I don't know if the school has had any incidents of any cars hitting kids, but I suspect not.  It's just not possible to go fast enough around that loop to pose any great risk. 

I told my son I would absolutely stick up for him if they attempt to punish him, because he did nothing wrong or reckless.   I find it hard to swallow that the school really believes that 8 to 11 year olds cannot cross a private cul-de-sac with incredibly slow to stopped traffic.  Even if there IS a rule somewhere other than the handbook that kids are not allowed to cross, her reaction was totally unwarranted.   He was never in any real danger.

How does one defend one's child in a situation like this where the school believes wholeheartedly in coddling children? I am quite certain I'll be contacted by the school administration, and while I know I can say that this woman completely overreacted, at the heart of this issue is this ludicrous idea that older kids can't get themselves safely from a lawn to a parked car.


...........


This kind of paranoia doesn't just happen at schools either.  That stupid line could come up at someone saying they thought the 3oz limit on fluids on airlines was paranoid and useless and someone swallowing the propaganda would answer you "Do you WANT to be killed by a terrorist??"   no matter how incredibly unlikely such a thing would be.

I really hate the idea of trading a great deal of our freedoms to "eliminate" an infinitesimal risk.  I hate the idea of people being suddenly restricted in situations that have never been particularly dangerous (like the Brookside pick up loop) because someone just imagined there might be a danger (because I really don't think there have been any actual child-car accidents there).   Did you know that the chance of becoming seriously ill from consuming homemade cookie dough is about 1 in 50 million?  That only about 6 people out of 300 million die from egg-related foodborn illness each year, and that includes all egg instances and not just cookie dough? Did you know that cookie dough is incredibly delicious?  Did you know that some parents nowadays might call CPS on you if you let your child eat it, nevermind that they're more likely to get ill from lunch meat or processed peanut products?

I'm so tired of fearmongering, and even more I'm tired of the pussies who just lay down and tremble in the face of it and hand over whatever freedom or money they're asked to sacrifice (yes, go right ahead and buy those knee pads and helmet for your crawling baby.  I'm sure they wouldn't ever survive without it).  I'm tired of people who can't accurately judge a risk, or understand statistics, or put isolated incidents in perspective.  I'm tried of the judgment I have felt when I refuse to lay down and roll over as instructed.   This is control people.  When you let someone talk you into being terrified of something you didn't even know about yesterday, you are allowing them to control you.

What's more is that nothing you give up, not your money or your freedom or your control, nothing will make you or your child immortal or immune.  Your padded baby will still die someday.  Horrible tragedies will still occur at random to good people.  This is life.  You do not live it to it's fullest by hiding from it. 

Apr. 10th, 2009

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Picture meme

Yeah I know, but I'm bummed out from not getting a job I was a finalist for and i was almost sure i was going to get.  so suck it up.  stolen from syncopatedlife (lj says there is no such user! wha??)

cut for your lj scrolling and post-skipping pleasure )







Apr. 8th, 2009

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Help?

Ok. 

Since moving my activities and diet have changed somewhat.   Mostly, for the better.

Our apt has stairs in it instead of just up to it.  I move around our house more, I walk places just as often, and I work out on the wii fit (mostly aerobics but also some yoga and strength training) about 45 minutes a day (about half an hour of workout time once you factor out all the menu-picking stuff).  

My diet has gotten considerably better in terms of what I eat, especially in lack of candy on a daily basis, and I do not eat in greater quantities.  yes, I've been keeping track.

I have not gained any weight.   I haven't lost more than a pound or two, but thanks to the wii fit I can confidentally say I am not putting on any pounds.

In fact, according to my friend's magic happy scale with the electric current thing, my body fat measurement is actually on the low end of normal.


So.

I need to figure out why over the past few months my body has been ballooning to epic-for-me proportions.  It's puffing up all over the place... I've gained two inches in my waist and hips each, and three and a half inches in my bust line (my boobs are also rather sore most of the time).  Almost all of my clothes are uncomfortably tight and I really feel like I look awful.  I don't even fit into the bras I wore when nursing, which means this is the biggest my boobs have ever been. (for the record, i hate having very large boobs and would really like my b+ cups back)

the worst part is that I have no reason for this.  i haven't gained any weight.   i'm not pregnant (took the test even to rule it out), i haven't changed birth control (have the same IUD I've had for three years), i'm eating less crap because fresh produce is so much cheaper out here, and while i don't walk around a ginormous office and sit on a balance ball daily anymore, i do walk all over and work out and go on hikes regularly.

does anyone have any idea as to what could be happening?  or ideas to combat it?  i don't currently have insurance so a physical is out of the question.   right now, drinking lots of water while cutting down on salt and dairy (makes me gassy) is a tentative plan, hoping that it's water bloating, although i've tried taking diuretics and they haven't really done much.    

i'm so annoyed and confused.  why i am so puffy if i'm not actually getting fatter? any suggestions/advice are welcomed.

Apr. 4th, 2009

tree too

i suppose "too picky about semantics" is an argument feminists hear a lot?

so today i told someone that, unless the person addressing me is matthew, i really, really, really dislike being called "Mom."  i don't care if the person is another member of my family or what, i am no one's mother but matthew's, and no one else gets to call me "mom" because that means they are addressing me by a job or role title instead of by my name.  i'd be similarly insulted if someone i worked with closely yelled at me "hey, Designer!" or "hey, Secretary!"  being a mother is a thing that i do, the title of "Mom" is not how i wish to be addressed because i am more than just someone's mother.  "Mom" is not my identity, and is certainly not my role to anyone on earth but one.  

so when i told the offending party how much this bothers me and how much i do not wish to be addressed as "Mom" as if it were my name, they argued that i was being "too picky about semantics" and that in their family that's how things went and, i shit you not, did it twice more in the course of ten minutes.  

am i being too picky about semantics?  or should that not matter, since the offending party should respect that it bothers me regardless of the reason?

Mar. 24th, 2009

tree too

My kitty is adorable.

I realized I have woefully neglected to jump on the bandwagon of posting lots of sweet pictures of my kitty on my lj.  This is probably because I never had a camera until my iphone.  

So now, i present to you:  Posy!  Also known as Posyrina, Posy, Posy Pretty Toes, or Poseur if you're Pete and have no sense of how freakin' girlie this cat is.





Mar. 16th, 2009

tree too

haha!

excerpt from a yahoo news/time.com article.

"The course would bring in experts - experts in satanic cults, experts in criminology, they even had a psychiatrist come in to talk to the priests about the differences between the various mental illnesses that could be confused for demonic possession vs. what the church says is actually demonic possession. (See photos of Pope Benedict XVI.)"

that's about right.  especially with this business of upholding the excommunication of a brazilian 9 year old (and her mother, and her doctors) who had a life-saving abortion after becoming pregnant with twins being repeatedly raped by her stepfather - but not excommunicating the step father.  uhhuh.  that's pretty much your definition of demonic right there.

Mar. 12th, 2009

tree too

bah bah black sheep

If you comment to this post, I will give you five words (or phrases) that remind me of you. You will post those in your journal with an explanation of what they mean to you. Please also copy this explanation so that other people can ask YOU for five words about THEM. So the meme can merrily perpetuate itself...

My 5 words from [info]martina_d :

Body art
Music
Long-distance love
Intuition
Madison

explainies! )

Mar. 6th, 2009

tree too

I'm not the only one...

..who has picked up on the ridiculously pretentious stuffy overly expensive faux-enlightened atmosphere here. this video is funny because it isn't an exaggeration. (i transcribed the lyrics below because the actual music can be a bit grating)



 

Lyrics here. )




Feb. 24th, 2009

tree too

The formal wedding pictures are in!

Well... professional... I dunno if anything that i do is formal.

All the photos can be found here, and a blog post by the photographer can be found here.

These are some of my favorites:Super image-heavy, but awesome. :) )

Feb. 19th, 2009

tree too

the downside to being an advice column junkie

reading people's responses to someone's legitimate question about a poly situation and seeing all of the close-minded, brainwashed idiotic monoheteronormative vitriol people spew makes me want to punch someone.

how is it that we are taught so many ways to hate love?

Feb. 14th, 2009

tree too

oh v.d.

these are my valentines' musings:

being married is hard.

but not today, it isn't.

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