Forward 2012

In the wake of a devastating superstorm fueled by climate change; at a time when Republican senators cannot seem to stop engaging in foot-in-mouth discussions about rape; while Tea Party members and toupeed billionaires attempt to degrade, shame and attack the President of the United States via thinly veiled racism; as popular conservative pundits prove to be more outwardly hateful and racist by repeatedly playing songs like, “Barack the Magic Negro” on their radio show as well as calling the sitting President a “retard”: I can’t fathom how any Republican can embrace their current party.

As a woman, as a mother, as a human being I must ask: where do you draw the line? What values are you teaching your children? What kind of price are you willing to pay for a tiny tax cut?

Sacrificing your reproductive rights?

Denying people their basic civil rights?

Really?

I am a Democrat.

I am a Democrat because I would be willing to pay a bit more in taxes to fund government programs like Medicaid, The Affordable Care Act and Food Stamps which help disadvantaged Americans.

I am a Democrat because I am compassionate and respect the rights of others, and those are the responsibilities and values I am instilling in my daughter.

Naturally, I’m voting for Barack Obama this week, and for many reasons. Here they are, in no particular order of importance:

I’m voting for Obama because he believes reproductive choices should be made between a woman and her doctor.

I’m voting for Obama because the Republican Platform is calling for a constitutional ban on abortion.

I’m voting for Obama because Romney wants to overturn Roe v Wade.

I’m voting for Obama because Romney said he will appoint supreme court justices who would overturn Roe v Wade, and five of the current justices are over seventy years of age.

I’m voting for Obama because he repealed Don’t Ask Don’t Tell. Before that repeal, “More than 13,000 service members had been discharged since DADT went into effect in 1993” (LA Times, July 23, 2011). That means 13,000 military members were discharged simply for being openly gay.

I’m voting for Obama because he was the first Democratic President to come out in support of gay marriage.

I’m voting for Obama because Romney supports the passing of a constitutional amendment defining marriage as “the union of one man and one woman.”

I’m voting for Obama because he supports labor unions.

I’m voting for Obama because he wants to reinstate the ban on assault weapons. No citizen needs an assault weapon. Period.

I’m voting for Obama because he stopped the unnecessary war in Iraq and wants to end our presence in Afghanistan.

I’m voting for Obama because he stopped us from stumbling into a depression, we avoided a complete meltdown, and all signs show us heading in the right direction. Anyone who thinks more could have been done in only four years with the task he inherited is delusional. Seriously.

I’m voting for Obama because of the Affordable Care Act.

I’m voting for Obama because Romney and Ryan’s healthcare plan would NOT prohibit discrimination based on pre-existing conditions.

I’m voting for Obama because of his student loan reforms that would enable more people to get a college education.

I’m voting for Obama because Romney wants to nullify the Environmental Protection Agency’s power to regulate greenhouse gases under The Clean Air Act.

I’m voting for Obama because Romney would cut all funding for Planned Parenthood, an organization which provides life-saving medical preventative care for millions of women.

I’m voting for Obama because he approved one of the largest funding increases for the U.S. Department of Veteran Affairs in decades.

I’m voting for Obama because his Job Corps Act would put veterans to work as police officers, firefighters, and rangers in our National Parks.

I’m voting for Obama because Mitt Romney doesn’t have a plan to address unemployment among veterans, or at least not one that I’ve seen through my research.

I’m voting for Obama because he supports stem cell research.

I’m voting for Obama because Romney wants to uphold No Child Left Behind, which, as any teacher knows, is a NIGHTMARE.

I’m voting for Obama because Romney wants to start drilling in federally protected areas, discontinue wind and solar energy development and is against carbon emissions regulations.

I’m voting for Obama because he wants to cut military funding and use more sanctions and diplomacy.

I’m voting for Obama because Romney wants to increase the strength of armed forces as well as the military budget.

I’m voting for Obama because the Romney plan suggests taxes would decrease for the wealthy but rise for the middle class, according to the Tax Policy Center.

I’m voting for Obama because I believe in science.

I’m voting for Obama because I believe in climate change, and it’s certainly not a joke.

I’m voting for Obama because of THIS:

What a dick.

#Obama2012

 

 

 

 

Rainbow Dash Halloween Costume

Ah, Halloween. The Reese’s Peanut Butter Cup-filled day when kids dream of being princesses, dinosaurs and witches, or in Lotte’s case: a chicken, a moose, a blue macaw and Rainbow Dash from My Little Pony. A certain monolithic e-commerce site named after a humongous South American river has My Little Pony costumes for sale but they are, well…pathetic. Kind of awful. Like, huh? In what world? Really, how hard could it be to make a Rainbow Dash costume for a kid? Blue clothes, cutie mark, wings, rainbow hair and tail. Done. Easy peasy! NOT time consuming like the bird costume from Rio. Look!

 

Here’s what you need: blue shirt and pants (mine don’t match perfectly in hue, but that’s okay), white, yellow, red and light blue felt, florist wire (or pipe cleaners), glue gun

*When you google “Rainbow Dash wig”, you find an assortment of awesome vendors on Etsy that made wigs that were just a *smidge* out of my price range, but worth a look. There are also a few tutorials that use markers, like this one using Sharpies. I found a decent deal on a wig and tail combo at this anime site. I figure we’ll keep it in her dress-up box and she’ll have years of fun with it. (Hush. Let me rationalize spending almost 50 bucks on a freaking rainbow wig and tail.)

*The wings? These were about $3 at some Halloween pop-up shop. You could always make them using wire hangers and pantyhose if you’re feeling motivated, or seriously, just google “fairy wing tutorial” and a zillion pages pop up. In this case I think buying them was cheaper.

Step 1: Make the cutie mark. What do you mean you don’t know what a cutie mark is?! Look at this Rainbow Dash:

 

See that little rainbow lightning bolt and cloud? That’s her cutie mark. Grab some felt. Cut it and hot glue it and you have yourself your very own cutie mark. Fin.

Step 2: Put two pieces of light blue felt on top of each other. Draw 2 ear shapes and cut them both out with the 2 pieces of felt still layered. That way you’ll end up with 4 pieces. Got it? Good. Hot glue those suckers together around the outer rim, but leave the bottom open so you can shove in some florist wire or a pipe cleaner. Here’s a shoddy picture to demonstrate:

I took a few pieces of wire, bent them in half and shoved them in. Nothing fancy.

Step 3: Poke the pointy wires through the wig and secure. Now, I didn’t want the wires scratching my daughter’s scalp, so I covered the wire on the underside of the wig with a little felt patch and some hot glue. Again, nothing fancy, just practical and simple. Nobody will SEE the underside of the wig, so don’t worry about what it looks like.

Guess what? THAT’S IT.

Fly Rainbow Dash, fly!

So. Much. Fall.

Yeah, I know that you know that I love fall. I get it, you get it, we all get that the colors and the crunch and the smell makes us swoon. You’re probably sick of my autumnal images by now, but you know what? Tough. I’ll stop taking leaf pictures when the trees are bare and gray and I’ve fallen into a seasonal 6 month-long depression of sorts. Until then, MORE PRETTY PLEASE!

We made a big juicy friend along the way. He was so cute I wanted to pick him up and squeeeeeeze him, but that would’ve been bad.

Two hours is a long time for tiny legs to hike, especially when Pete and I bombard her with the most crazypants inquiries the entire journey.

Are you a pumpkinhead?

Are you a butternut squash?

Are you a butter brain?

Are you Land-O-Lakes face?

Are you a muffin brain?

Are you a crazy kitty?

Are you a super kitty?

Are you Supercat?

Are you Don Dada?

Are you Mr. Lover Man?

Are you Shabba Ranks?

Are you Q Tip?

Are you Kid Capri?

Are you a marshallow face?

(Oh, we could go on forever.)

Someone carved a heart into this tree and it looked like the tree was crying. Jerks.

*All images taken with my iphone4 and processed in Camera+ like crazy awesome magic.

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Linking up for Wordless Wednesday with Seven Clown CircusProject Alicia and The Paper Mama, and for #iPPP with Gfunkified and Mama Mash.

Let’s keep an eye on it.

“The doctor will be right in to talk about your mammogram and do the ultrasound”, she said after shoving a wedge-shaped pillow under my right side and covering my bare torso.

I gazed up at the ceiling panel above the exam table with the poorly painted bouquet of flowers in its center. Roses, or what were supposed to be pink roses, but the artist used black paint instead of a complementary color for shading and each flower just looked muddy and grayish. It annoyed me. The dainty yellow flowers that were supposed to be delicate and gently dangling from their slender stems were also shaded with black paint, except when you add black paint to yellow you end up with pea-soup and I started to realize that maybe this was painted by a high school student. Maybe a high school art class was feeling charitable and painted tile panels that randomly adorned the ceilings of this hospital in an effort to brighten the lives of its nervous, stressed-out patients, and here I was being a pill and ungrateful.

So typical. So jaded.

Maybe that’s why I was there. Maybe that’s why I was laying on an exam table with a white terrycloth towel covering my chest staring at a film clipped to the wall that showed a blizzard in my breast. Cloudy swirls peppered with dense white spots filling an area that wasn’t even the lump but a new worry, a new concern that had the technicians retake images once, and then once more.

The mauve on the hideous ceiling roses reminded me of the sea of half-naked women in waiting room with their boobs hiding beneath the well-worn pink robes we were issued as soon as we entered the office. I sat there for almost an hour pretending to read an old issue of Vanity Fair while wondering which one of us would get the news. Which one of us would leave this office trembling and sit in the parking garage of the hospital making phone calls and wondering what now? Seventeen of us at one point, seventeen women feigning interest in back issues of Good Housekeeping while discreetly eyeballing each other hoping we could all beat the statistic.

1 in 8.

As I pulled my striped shirt and tote from my designated locker she entered the changing room and I noticed her overly tanned and wrinkled hand trembling ever so slightly as she fumbled with her key so I looked away quickly and hurried into a cubby to change.

The New England morning chill blasted my trench coat wide the second I yanked open the door to the first level of the parking garage and stepped onto the gloomy concrete driveway. The heat blew my hair back when I turned on the car and the familiar smell of old chocolate milk sippy boxes that had been kicked under the passenger seat to bake in the summer sun mixed with the scent of wet dog after a romp through a dingy pond and I sat there and cried.

 

(…just write)

Giddyup.

Here’s a disturbingly random roundup of the stories, recipes and images I loved this week, coupled with a few thoughts. On your mark, get set, vamos:

1. I dare you not to laugh at the Amazon reviews of this Avery Durable View Binder with 2 inch EZ-Turn Rings in white. That wit, my friends, is what makes me proud to be a Democrat. Well, that and their compassion for all walks of life, social programs, steadfast belief in science and overall good sense.

2. This video of Katy Perry singing with an 11-year old autistic girl at a fundraiser will make you cry gigantic tears. Lovely.

3. When I offered Lotte a piece of toast with her bowl of oatmeal this morning her response was, “No. I don’t want to get fat.” She’s four and a half. Cue more gigantic tears.

4. This vegan roasted butternut squash, apple and caramelized onion pizza is YES. Dip that pizza crust in the leftover white bean garlic puree. Uh huh. That’s right. I shaved on a smidge of parmesan for Pete and LJ just because.

5. Stay tuned for this disaster:

6. We’re contemplating taking in a Bernese Mountain dog to add to our snooge collection. That would make it two fish, one 80 pound elderly black lab, one hissing Halloween kitty and a gigantic furball monster of the Swiss Alps. Too much? Nah.

7. I am TERRIFIED by the fact that these people exist, procreate and breathe the same air as my daughter. They vote, people, so please make sure you do too. (Although only if you’re voting the same way as I am. If not, haven’t you heard? The election has been changed to the end of November.)

8. You know what I really enjoy? When the Jets win. You know what I enjoy even more? When the Patriots lose.

9. I started running this week. Again. Take 9,876. Usually when I start a jogging regimen I go too hard too fast, feel gaggy, hurt my shins and quit. After crowd sourcing on facebook and getting heaps of good advice, I’m all in. Part of me wants to register for a race in the spring, but knowing my competitive drive I would probably try to WIN the race like a jackass, hurt myself and never run again. I race people who jog past me on the street, unbeknownst to them.

10. SQUEEE!!

***One of the most commonly-held beliefs about parent and lifestyle bloggers is that we should keep our politics off the page in order to not alienate readers, advertisers and possible sponsors. My beliefs are what make me who I am, though, so…no. Sorry if I offend.

Enjoy your weekend! xo