Saturday, October 17, 2020

Equality is on the ballot

Equality is on the ballot.


Equality means my stepmother doesn’t get harassed in my neighborhood because she’s Latina.

Equality means my sister-in-law and my niece don’t have to put up with ignorant comments because they’re Asian.

Equality means Black moms don’t have to have different, scarier conversations with their kids about the police than I do with mine.

Equality means Black moms/moms-to-be don’t have to worry that their health care will be compromised during pregnancy/delivery because of implicit medical bias.

Equality means my LGBTQ friends and family don’t have to worry about their families being rendered invalid or their health care threatened.

Equality means Indigenous people don’t have to see an acting President write an executive order against learning about their actual history.

Equality means I and other women don’t have to worry that the government has a bigger voice in the decisions about our bodies than we do.

Equality means having equal access to health care, clean water, clean air.

Everything I just listed can be directly correlated to something this President either has done or has tried to do.

Equality means living up to the ideals Americans talk about when we are at our very best

#VOTE2020







Obituary for a fish

Today we said goodbye to Douglas, the fish

Douglas was carried to his final resting place in a Jo Malone perfume sample box by pallbearer and friend, Luke Reedy, who also made the cross marking Douglas' burial.

Luke asked that I photograph him standing in the corner with an umbrella, "so people will think Douglas had a mysterious past."

RIP Douglas - fish, friend, enigma



Thursday, March 26, 2020

Coronapocalypse Day 12

Online learning update:
Today I learned what a acrostic poem is.
Also -- Mom, do I need a shirt to wear for Zoom?
OMG not THAT SHIRT
I'll just wear this old shirt from the floor, not any of these clean shirts in my drawer because I have NO GOOD SHIRTS

Also, Luke REALLY hates me as his teacher
#payteachersmoretheyaresuperheroes

Pest control update:
The district manager came out to check the rat situation.
It's never a good sign when a professional says, WHOA.
I feel like "district manager" and "rats" are not generally things that should go together, period.
Dear rats: you may be thinking, WE JUST CAN'T QUIT YOU, but I assure you, I can.

Gaming update:
OMG MOM PARKER KEEPS BOTHERING ME
OMG MOM LUKE HAS BEEN PLAYING FOREVER
OMG MOM, YOU'RE BLOCKING THE TV
OMG NOW I'M DEAD.

Reading update:
THERE IS NOTHING TO READ IN THIS HOUSE
NO NOT THOSE BOOKS
I WOULD NEVER READ THOSE BOOKS
WHAT DO YOU MEAN NO MORE FORTNITE TILL I READ?

Culinary update:
Can I have a sandwich on bread that's, you know, soft?
Like not heated in the thing?
What do you mean all the bread's frozen?
I hate all bread now
Can I have a Sprite for breakfast?
Can I have Ritz bits for lunch?
Can I have spaghettios?
I changed my mind, I hate spaghettios

Fashion update:
Can I get a new suit even if we're stuck inside for Easter?
Can it be camoflage?



We made it through another day, tomorrow's Friday ...and remember what Andy says -- we're going to get through this.








Wednesday, March 25, 2020

Coronapocalypse Day 11

In which I learn my patience can snap as easily as the Spode plate that shattered on the kitchen floor...

Today started out inauspiciously with a text at 3:47 am. Because on Saturday I broke my phone, spent hours trying to set it up yesterday only to have it assign me the wrong phone number. Side note - Ahmed, if you're out there, someone is bored during lock down and is desperately waiting for you to "hit her/him up" on Snapchat. You're welcome.

Glass half full: I have my phone number back now.

Glass half empty: chatting with the Verizon rep, while responding to two urgent work emails, while trying to make Parker sit down to set up his chromebook for 7th grade online learning as Luke does his 5th grade math OUT LOUD, while I'm toasting bagel for Parker, which leads to dropping plate and Luke runs in and screams that I'm wearing flip flops and will cut my feet and OMG MOM JUST LET ME HANDLE THIS.

Also glass half empty? Going outside to find rat droppings ALL. OVER. THE. PATIO. I just had the pest control people out. The rats are clearly unaffected by COVID 19 - or maybe this is some sort of triumphant act of revenge. Hey, human, remember the plague? YEAH SO DO WE. I called my pest control company (this is Texas, we have pest control on retainer) and explained what I found. You know it's bad when the professionals respond with, "OH GOD. I would have lost it." Well, Brad, you can't lose what's already gone.

(And please, well-meaning folks, do not suggest that mint can be used as a natural repellant. Rats could really give a rat's - well, you know - about your mojito garnish).

Other highlights:
- *Someone* spilled Swedish fish all over the den
- Luke and I beat Parker in basketball.
- In related news,my knees may never work again
- I finally started tuning into Andy Beshear's daily update and yes, all the memes are true. If you haven't started watching it, I highly recommend it for sanity. #teamandyforeverything

So cheers to Day 11. We made it. And guess what's also considered "essential business" right now?

Yep. Pest Control.










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