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Nov. 17th, 2008 04:57 pmAnyone want to go to the Catie Curtis and Lori McKenna concert Friday at the Birchmere? My concert companion can't make it and the Birchmere is not really a place to go to alone. Good music, and I'll drive!
Nov. 17th, 2008
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Nov. 17th, 2008 07:14 pmDid I tell you about how I went apple-picking, got 20 pounds of apples, got them home and realized oh fuck, I don't even really like apples all that much? And it only takes three whole apples to make an apple crisp, maybe five for a pie? I'm going to be eating these bloody things forever.
At least the roomies are more than willing to eat my baked creations. A. told me how much more she liked the latest pie crust than the one before, and I tried not to visibly wince, as the one she liked was store-bought and the previous one was made from scratch. Ah well. Maybe I'll unearth the Cook's Illustrated pie-crust-using-vodka-cause-CI-loves-to-fuck-with-their-readers recipe before Thanksgiving.
Also am panicking a little, realizing that I'm going to be working on Thanksgiving. Until two. So how the hell am I supposed to cook and host the meal?
At least the roomies are more than willing to eat my baked creations. A. told me how much more she liked the latest pie crust than the one before, and I tried not to visibly wince, as the one she liked was store-bought and the previous one was made from scratch. Ah well. Maybe I'll unearth the Cook's Illustrated pie-crust-using-vodka-cause-CI-loves-to-fuck-with-their-readers recipe before Thanksgiving.
Also am panicking a little, realizing that I'm going to be working on Thanksgiving. Until two. So how the hell am I supposed to cook and host the meal?
But fuck it. California, you fucking let us down.
Let me tell you about my cousin. My cousin is a gorgeous thirty-something elementary school teacher. She met the love of her life. They moved in together and were all set to live happily ever after.
Then a few years ago, in San Francisco, there was an experiment. Same-sex couples were issued marriage licenses, mostly to see if the legal challenges could stand up in court. My cousin and her partner got married. They'd never expected to be able to do that. But they did.
And the court told them their marriage didn't count.
They started to plan on having kids. They decided to have a commitment ceremony. Which was gorgeous, and I'm lucky enough to belong to a family where same-sex couples are a non-issue. Everyone was happy for them, though after the ceremony several people said privately wouldn't it be great if this were "real", but fortunately they didn't say this in the presence of the brides.
Outside of a small circle of friends, their marriage wasn't "real."
They had two wonderful children together, and had to go through a zillion legal hoops so that their children could belong to both of them, that there'd be clear custody if one of them were to die or something. Which was shitty about the legal hoops, but awesome about the kids, who are possibly the cutest things ever (not that I'm biased or anything).
Then, then California seemed like it was getting its act together. The courts said that marriage licenses to same-sex couples would be recognized now. We all rejoiced.
So a few months ago, my cousin and her wife of five years got married for a third time.
And now you fuckers tell them that their marriage doesn't count. That commitment means nothing. That their love is somehow not valid because... because why? Seriously, I just don't get it.
It makes me sick to my stomach.
Let me tell you about my cousin. My cousin is a gorgeous thirty-something elementary school teacher. She met the love of her life. They moved in together and were all set to live happily ever after.
Then a few years ago, in San Francisco, there was an experiment. Same-sex couples were issued marriage licenses, mostly to see if the legal challenges could stand up in court. My cousin and her partner got married. They'd never expected to be able to do that. But they did.
And the court told them their marriage didn't count.
They started to plan on having kids. They decided to have a commitment ceremony. Which was gorgeous, and I'm lucky enough to belong to a family where same-sex couples are a non-issue. Everyone was happy for them, though after the ceremony several people said privately wouldn't it be great if this were "real", but fortunately they didn't say this in the presence of the brides.
Outside of a small circle of friends, their marriage wasn't "real."
They had two wonderful children together, and had to go through a zillion legal hoops so that their children could belong to both of them, that there'd be clear custody if one of them were to die or something. Which was shitty about the legal hoops, but awesome about the kids, who are possibly the cutest things ever (not that I'm biased or anything).
Then, then California seemed like it was getting its act together. The courts said that marriage licenses to same-sex couples would be recognized now. We all rejoiced.
So a few months ago, my cousin and her wife of five years got married for a third time.
And now you fuckers tell them that their marriage doesn't count. That commitment means nothing. That their love is somehow not valid because... because why? Seriously, I just don't get it.
It makes me sick to my stomach.
I know, I know.
Nov. 17th, 2008 08:55 pmI go weeks not posting, then I don't stop posting all night. 's just, well, I managed to get myself all depressed with my last post, so I am going to share one of my silver-lining happy moments from work:
S., the friend at work who discovered a few month that she has stage 4 breast cancer, is undergoing heavy-duty chemo. So she is nauseous a lot. A lot a lot. And since she has cancer nodules on her lungs, she doesn't want to smoke out to deal with the nausea.
And the entire Coop came together to strategize (a) finding her a supplier and (b) inventive ways to get the pot into her body that don't involve either smoke or sugar. Seriously, it was awesome. All the generations of staff, managers and grunts, we all stopped bitching at each other for a few days and helped her break the law. It was beautiful.
S., the friend at work who discovered a few month that she has stage 4 breast cancer, is undergoing heavy-duty chemo. So she is nauseous a lot. A lot a lot. And since she has cancer nodules on her lungs, she doesn't want to smoke out to deal with the nausea.
And the entire Coop came together to strategize (a) finding her a supplier and (b) inventive ways to get the pot into her body that don't involve either smoke or sugar. Seriously, it was awesome. All the generations of staff, managers and grunts, we all stopped bitching at each other for a few days and helped her break the law. It was beautiful.