L'Chaim

Lots of newspapers are talking about the crisis in Lebanon. However, hardly any reports tell this truth: Women and children are dead in Qana due to Hezbollah's actions.

Hezbollah attacks Israel and then retreats behind civilians and private homes. They use women, children, and old men as human shields. When Israel defends itself, Hezbollah drags out corpses for dramatic effect and promises more of the same.

Look, we all know the Middle East is a mess right now. How will it end? I believe this tragedy will continue until "Israel breaks the back of Hezbollah." I'm all for peace and love - when safety is secured. A recent email says it best:

If the Arabs put down their weapons today, there would be no more
violence.
If the Jews put down their weapons today, there would be no more
Israel.

h/t to Becky

September 5th, 2006

It's no secret that I support Jim Davis for Governor of Florida. Lately, I've been teaming up with another local blogger to bring logic and reason to Rod Smith's supporters in Blog Land - all two of them. However, they remain dazed and confused. Still, I try, because after the primary they're going to get with our program to defeat Charlie Crist. One big happy family and all.

I am in a unique position because I actually know the man who will be governor. He's not just some guy I've seen on television or read about in the newspaper. Jim Davis has been in my home. We've had arguments - once, back in '92, he openly disagreed with my decision to get a tattoo - forever endearing himself to my mother. Jim has talked with my parents, husband and children several times throughout the years. (Contrary to popular belief, he has not offered them heartfelt sympathy for "dealing with Katie full time.") I've written before about how Jim and I met back in 1988, how he encouraged me to get involved in politics (yes, blame him) and that Jim brings dignity to a sometimes undignified process.

In other words, I can tell you from personal experience that Jim's a good guy, polished leader and devoted public servant. There's a reason he's never lost an election. Jim also surrounds himself with wonderful people. Take a look at his legislative staff and see that most have been with him since the beginning. Jim's campaign is filled with dedicated Democrats who see his commitment to public education (supporting class-size legislation years before it became popular) and the environment (protecting our coastline amidst great pressure to give in) as evidence that our children's future is not always for sale.

The St. Petersburg Times profiled Jim yesterday and the article is worth a look. I'm proud to say, "I knew him when..." and I'm even prouder to know him now. Get to know him yourself.

One of Two Reasons I'm Glad to Be Back

This was waiting on the board in my new classroom at Superior High School.




Yes, Robin and the guy who does my lawn are both glad to see me. Kansas was worth it after all.

In Vino Veritas

Thought Lethal Weapon was overrated and Braveheart historically inaccurate. Don't get me started on Passion of the Christ. Never did like the man. All my friends thought I was crazy. "He's so hot!" they'd say. He's not so hot now, is he?

Good News from The Springs

--Media Matters, an important site that monitors, analyzes and corrects conservative misinformation in the media, is happy to announce that Colorado has its own version of this "critical media watchdog." If you see something Fox-y in local Rocky Mountain High blather, school the bastards by reporting them to the Principal.

--Last week, MoveOn was looking to throw a party in my new/future hometown and so I passed along the request. Mary came through! RSVP to this event in Ivywild or look for one in your own neck of the woods. If we don't "Call for Change", who will?

--More than two dozen law enforcement leaders, Republicans and Democrats alike, throughout Colorado came forward to support Bill Ritter for Governor. If you're going to be in Denver on August 13th, stop by the Washington Park Boathouse from 2-4pm to meet Colorado's future governor. For more information, contact Amber or Shaylisa.

There are plenty of ways to get involved, cowboys - find one.

Less Than Six Weeks to Go

An internal source on the Jim Davis for Governor campaign provided a copy of a polling memo that shows he leads his Democratic opponent with 53% amongst voters who are able to identify both candidates. The poll also confirms the latest Quinnipiac findings, giving Davis a significant lead overall. Davis’s internal poll shows the primary race to stand at 41%-17% while the latest Quinnipiac poll shows a slightly larger lead at 47%-19%.

The widely respected Global Strategy Group conducted Davis’s internal poll of 700 likely Democratic primary voters and found Jim Davis leads his opponent 31 to 13%. When those who claim to be undecided are asked if they are leaning toward one candidate or the other, Davis’s lead grows to 41%-17%.

From the poll’s key findings:

Davis enjoys an advantage in name recognition which contributes to his current
lead in vote preference, but his lead is not solely a function of
familiarity. Nearly three-in-four likely primary voters say they have heard of
Jim Davis (72%), while 59% are familiar with Rod
Smith. But Jim Davis wins
majority support (53%) even among those voters who are able
to rate both
Democratic candidates.

In other words, Rod’s getting his ass kicked. This not only confirms Quinnipiac University’s poll that shows Davis with a massive 28% lead among likely Democratic primary voters, but also shows that the more voters learn about the two candidates, the less they like Rod. If he wants to hang onto his 19%, perhaps he should go into hiding.

Two More Reasons to Hate Kansas

Issue #1: Kansas birds are either insane or astute. You decide.

Five feathered friends tried to kill themselves by flying in front of my vehicle as I flew down the K-State byways earlier this week. Two succeeded. One crashed into my windshield and left a smeared bit of himself behind in the process. Another dove into the tire area and his whereabouts remained a mystery until we pulled into a gas station.

“Look, Mommy,” my oldest said, pointing to the front of the car. “Grilled bird.”



Kansas sucks so bad - birds would rather die than live there.

Issue #2: I love my children. I really do. However, I could do without issues they create when heading down the highway. I'm trying to drive and still they ask me to:

- Blow nosies.
- Turn down the radio.
- “Focus, Mommy, so I can tell you one thing.”
- Retrace my steps when I can’t locate the toll booth card.
- Please, please, please find the Nintendo game - Mario & Luigi: Panthers in Time (real name - Partners in Time. They've been saying 'Panthers' for months now and I'm sick of correcting them. I know. Mom of the year.)
- Kiss a boo-boo.
- Punish brother for "looking at me."
- Put on the Beastie Boys because Harry Potter tapes are scary.

As I’m yelling obscenities, answering text messages, and keeping half of one eye on the road – sirens went off behind me. Apparently going 84 in a 70 zone is enough to warrant the attention of one Kansas cop with nothing better to do than bother a frazzled mother.

“Do you know why I'm stopping you?” he asked.

“Cause I’m young and I’m black and my hat’s real low? Well, do I look like a mind reader, sir? I don’t know.”

You're ready to give me money and tongue at the same time for that response, right? However, turns out I cannot recall Jay-Z lyrics until happy hour several days after the fact. Lawman gave me a $135 ticket and slightly sarcastic: “Have a safe trip.”

I don't know about you. But I'm with the birds.

Big Wheels Keep On Turnin’

Dad cut short a vacation and missed a few days of work to ride back home to Florida with me. All went well. Or at least that’s what I thought until I overheard a conversation between my parents.

Mom: Honey, are you regular?

(She begins every conversation this
way. After Dad nods, she continues…)

Mom: How was the trip? You
made it home so early.

Dad: Your daughter is hell on the highway.
Worse than me! ‘Hungry for lunch? Here’s some trail mix and a granola bar.
Thirsty? Bottled water. And if you have to urinate, use the
bottle.’
One of your grandsons had to go potty twice in two hours and she damn near broke
a
brain cell.

It’s true. My philosophy concerning road trips can be summed up in just three words: No unscheduled stops. I don’t enjoy cruising like a retiree in one of those god-awful RVs with bumper stickers insisting “Life is a Highway”. My favorite bumper sticker says it best: "Lead, follow, or get the f*ck out of my way."

Coupla Things

1) I'm back. With a working computer. Let the games begin.

2) Show your support for Florida's future governor by purchasing some goods and spreading poll love here (lower left hand column) as well.

Safe and Sound

Christ, Florida is hot.

Internet service won't be up until next week sometime so blogging will be sporadic and my second hobby, Adventures in Naked Webcamming, will be on indefinite hold. I know. All two of you are crushed.

Good to be back.

One More Thing

I have no access to a computer until Tuesday. Just me and my cell phone and the open road.

See you on the other side.

How Can We Miss You If You Won't Go Away?

In a few hours, my children and I will begin the long trek back to Florida. That's right. By noon tomorrow I'll be in the middle of Kansas and ready to kill someone.

Some of you think I'm nuts, however - sh*t breaks down like this. Instead of suffering through temporary digs featured on Lifestyles of the Rich and Famous, we decided it best our boys and I go back to our old life in Florida. Albeit temporarily. Our children will attend their old school where friends and familiar sights await. I will take a position at Superior High School with a support system that truly rocks. And we will live in our own home until it sells. Hopefully we will be back in The Springs permanently by Chanukah.

Whenever I feel sad about separating from Hunka Burnin' Love, I am reminded of Rick's wise words: "Quit your whining. This is not a crisis, only a temporary inconvenience." I can also hear my late Nana say: "Suck it up, cupcake."

Of course, color me embarrassed. I wrote letters and attended going-away parties. I made difficult phone calls and cried with family members who hoped they'd never see me again. And on at least one occasion, I listened to a late-night confession from someone who had to get something off his chest.

"Why hello...I'm back!"

I know. Lame. However, in my defense, I cannot help a housing market that, despite Chase's recent good fortune, is as dead as Dubya's brain. Therefore, after much deliberation, accusations, and insults - we are returning to The Land of Lovebugs. Added bonus? My dad is flying in to accompany me. Dude served in Vietnam, but I'm not sure he's up for thirty hours in a car with my attitude, two mouthy kids, and nonstop Air America. Somewhere near St. Louis, the man might bail and leave me to fend for myself. This insistence that he chaperone his daughter and grandchildren is touching - since normally the man refers to me as "That One".

In two short weeks, I've come to love Colorado Springs. The mountains are undeniably beautiful and the people warm and inviting. I enjoy living near my sister-in-law, best friend, and pregnant sister. I don't want to go back to Tampa.

You heard me.

However, we need our own house and have decided this is best. Besides, all you Focus People, I'll be back. Bet on it.

Save the Date

...from the Colorado Democratic Party

"Reframing Faith And Politics"

The day will include speakers, panel discussions and breakout
sessions

Check here for details

August 5, 2006 10am - 4pm
Iliff School of Theology Great Hall
2201 South University Blvd Denver, CO

To reserve a seat and order a lunch,
RSVP to 303-623-4762 or email instead

A Dessert Party

Got this request from MoveOn -

On July 31st, MoveOn members across the country are going to get together
to share some delicious pie and launch our massive get-out-the-vote program.
We'll link all the parties with a conference call featuring Senator Barack Obama
and Al Franken, and we'll fill everyone in on how the program works and what you
can do locally to help give Republicans their "just desserts."

There aren't any parties in your neighborhood in Colorado Springs.
Catherine, can you host one on the 31st?

It looks like my family and I are going to be back and forth between Tampa and The Springs until our house sells in Florida. I won't be here July 31st, so does someone else want to do the honors? Or, search for a party in your area of the world.

At the parties:

- We'll launch our massive get-out-the-vote program, where MoveOn members across the country will make millions of calls to progressive voters in key congressional districts and get them to the polls in November.
- We'll do a national briefing with special guests, including Senator Barack Obama and Al Franken, where we'll talk about the plan, why winning is important and how you can get involved.
- MoveOn members will be able to jump into action right away. The conditions for a big win in November are falling into place and polls consistently show voters turning against Republicans and towards Democrats.

With just over 100 days to go, victory is so close that we can almost taste it—and it's going to be sweet. But winning is going to take thousands of us working together and we have to get to work fast. Can you host a party and share some pie with your neighbors to help win in November?

A Tampa Protest

FCAN sponsors a sign waving to welcome Dick Cheney to Tampa! VP Dick Cheney comes to Tampa TOMORROW MORNING, Friday July 21, to raise $$$ for Mike Bilirakis' son Gus in his campaign to succeed his dad in Congress.

TIME: 9-10 a.m.
DATE: Friday July 21
WHERE: In front of the Wyndham Westshore Hotel, 4860 W. Kennedy Blvd. The Hotel is at the southwest corner of W. Kennedy and Westshore Blvd., in between the Urban Center I & Urban Center II office buildings, across the street from the Bank of America and Westshore Mall.
WHY: To get national social issues into media coverage of the visit and connect them to Bilirakis & Cheney in the public eye.

Parking: There is parking in the Urban Center parking garage, across Westshore in a strip center that includes a Panera Bread and Starbucks, and a bit further, on the northwest side of Kennedy & Westshore in the Mall parking area. There is a shady sidewalk in front of the hotel/office building complex along W. Kennedy where people can comfortably wave signs in a safe & legal manner. There is always significant traffic through this intersection.

FCAN will provide yellow & black signs that read "Hands Off My Social Security" and "Fix Bush's Part D Disaster", courtesy of Americans United for Change.

A Denver Protest

Rally for Stem Cell Research!!

Protest outside Bush event with U.S. Rep. DeGette, patients and 7th CD Democratic Congressional candidates.

Date: FRIDAY, July 21, 2006
Time: 10:45 AM – Noon
Location: First Universalist Church of Denver

4101 E. Hampden Ave, Denver

President Bush vetoed this lifesaving research and is coming to Denver on Friday. Come tell the President that Colorado is pro stem cell research!! Near the NE intersection of Colorado and Hampden. Just east of Magna Carta Park. There is off street parking on the east side of the church.

Feel free to bring hand made signs or any other protest paraphernalia.

P.S. Also for details on the Be the Change $1 a plate Bush protest go to http://www.progressnowaction.org/page/m/ik8bibpn6mf/CxxdL2.

"Sit still and pay attention."

Famous last words.

My children and I went to see Wesley Clark and Jay Fawcett yesterday. It was a good crowd filled with proud Democrats who had strong ties to the military. My boys were the youngest in a group that stayed mostly on the dark side of sixty. However, they listened to the speeches with an intensity usually reserved only for Buster. Both Clark and Fawcett talked about service to our country, the importance of Israel and the Middle East, and the disastrous direction our current administration has chosen. Afterward, General Clark asked for questions.

My youngest son stood on the chair and raised his hand. I almost died. Looked at him quickly and he said, "I have a question." Shrugged my shoulders and he did the same. What could I do? Besides shut my eyes and pray he didn't ask something silly about Bugs Bunny.

"I'll take a question from the young man in the second row," General Clark said.

To. My. Son.

"Why is Israel important?" Youngest asked.

Kid paid attention. I tried not to beam. What may seem obvious to us is not always so obvious to a six year-old. I looked toward our speakers for the answer.

"Israel is a strong democracy and ally to our country," Jay Fawcett said. "Israel shows the world that there is an alternative to fundamentalist government in that part of the world and we should embrace that alternative because it gives the entire region hope."

Couldn't have said it better myself.

There's a First for Everything

Bush vetoed legislation for the first time in his presidency today. He rejected legislation that promotes stem cell research which could help over 110 million Americans who suffer from Parkinsons, Alzheimers and diabetes. Bush also turned his back on over 70% of the population who support such research in order to cater to a vocal minority that has hijacked the Republican party and our democratic process.

Some people will say, "Come on, this is the first time he's vetoed a bill! He must feel strongly."

This latest blow to science and education says more about Congress than Bush's administration. Our elected representatives finally stood up to the man and rejection was the response. Join the majority of our citizens and call on Congress to override his veto.

Throwing Rocks

When living in Boston, I heard people say, "You can't throw a rock here without hitting a church." In Tampa, you definitely can't throw a rock without hitting a redneck in a pickup truck who's listening to Toby Keith. I haven't been in The Springs long, but I'm guessing you can't throw a rock here without hitting a fundamentalist pro-lifer who's talking about gay men on the way to church.

That's why I was thrilled to get out of the house last night and meet some liberals. And progressives. And independents. I even met one progressive, independent Republican! Drinking Liberally Colorado Springs is a fun group. You can't beat an education like this - learning which elected officials are corrupt, which ones are on our side, and which ones are against more books in the public library.

Several local candidates talked about their campaigns. Karen Teja is running for State House District 14 and will be holding a community meeting Thursday, July 27th at 7pm at the Rockrimmon Branch Public Library. Allison Hunter is a candidate for Colorado House District 15 and talked about her ideas supporting a healthier community. Keely Marrs is a moderate voice looking toward Colorado Senate District 9 and needs volunteers to go out walking with her. The grassroots support for these candidates is impressive and what progressives are all about.

I also met John Morris, Chair of the El Paso County Democratic Party. He encouraged us all to get behind some real alternatives to the same old crap Republicans throw our way each year. They need money and support to beat neocons in November - so get on it. John said when voters elect people who believe government is bad, we get bad government. Colorado can turn that around, both locally and statewide, and the rest of the country isn't far behind. If the people I met last night are any indication, this community will make a hell of a home.

Military Men Are Hot

Tomorrow, Wednesday July 19, you can help Jay Fawcett clean house in 2006 by attending a $250 per plate luncheon with Jay and 4 Star General Wesley Clark. Click here or call 510.8201 for reservations. Those who cannot afford a seat at the big boys' table - please consider a donation of any kind. Running a successful campaign costs money, folks, and Democratic candidates need our help.

Who is Jay Fawcett? A Bronze Star winner and Gulf War Veteran who graduated from Air Force Academy. He's also a small business owner and Democrat. What more do you need to know?

There's also a free public presentation tomorrow afternoon from 2-3pm at The Retired Enlisted Association at 834 Emory Circle in The Springs. Meet General Clark and show your support for progressive politics.

See you there!

Yummy

If Supersize Me didn't turn you off to fast food, perhaps reading Fast Food Nation by Eric Schlosser will do the trick. Turned my stomach, anyway.

In the potato fields and processing plants of Idaho, in the ranchlands east
of Colorado Springs, in the feedlots and slaughterhouses of the High Plains,
you
can see the effects of fast food on the nation's rural life, its
environment,
its workers, and its health.

Why would anyone eat a burger that contains the DNA of over a thousand different animals before being chemically or mechanically tenderized? And how can they feed such sh*t to children?

On Thursday, July 20th at 6pm, Eric Schlosser will be at Ranch Steakhouse & Market signing copies of his famous book that has also been made into a movie. For only $45 per person, enjoy great food (order veggies, please) drinks and awesome entertainment. The money raised will benefit injured packing plant workers.

Call 719.593.1955 for more information.

The Best

Who knew?

h/t to Rick

Lessons in Parenting

I've been reading Harry Potter's various adventures to my children. We are now on the third book and I'm hoping one of these days Draco gets the sh*t kicked out of him. One can hope, right? Last night, my oldest asked, "Who's the bad guy, Mommy? Lord Voldemort or Professor Snape?"

Good question is my stock answer which gives a second or two to come up with something better.

"Lord Voldemort is the bad guy. He's evil and does bad things."

Attempted a return to Chapter 2: Aunt Marge's Big Mistake, but my son interrupted again because he likes to get under my skin.

"But what about Professor Snape?" he asked. "He's not a good guy, is he?"

"No," I said. "You're right. He's not exactly a good guy."

Both boys were looking at me for some kind of explanation as if I know what the hell I'm talking about. Then it hit me.

"Professor Snape is like a Republican. He's not evil, but he ain't great either."

My kids nodded and gave me smiles that said, "Mommy, you are a genius." We got done with the chapter in time for me to catch late night porn on cable. Everybody won.

More Responses

Where would I be without the helpful advice of friends and family?

My vote is to go back until your house sells or rents and you can make better plans. - Mary

If you came back to Tampa, we could stay up all night braiding each other’s hair and talking about boys. BUUUUUUUUUT, if you stay in Colorado, you could stay up all night with your husband trying to make more boys…..either way it’s a win situation. - Addison

I say come back! If you're going to alienate people, you may as well do it locally. - Joel

I would take the temp job till you sell your house. To me it is a perfect scenario for you. - Chris

Leave the kids in Colorado so they can find jobs (they will be fine with the millionaire art collecter), you take it easy the next 5 months figuring out a way to drive around kansas. - Tommy

I would decide to be a stay at home (as soon as you get a home) mom and focus on my writing career. - TJ

You know we can always use your help around here. - Matt

You can't go from Florida in December to Colorado in December/January. The temperature shock alone would end up leading you to insanity -- or the Republican Party, take your pick. - John

Ask And You Shall Receive

This is brought to you by (Kate) and Jenn:

First I sent that email soliciting wise-ass remarks.

it's a friday at 3:38 pm. i have already started drinking and cannot make any life altering decisions at this point.
until the jose is gone, jenn
PS. one question (if you're really asking for my opinion). . .is the only issue selling the FL house or is something else floating around?

(If we sold the house, a job wouldn't be so important. And if I got a job, selling the house wouldn't be so important. And both at the same time aren't killing us - but staying in someone else's home with two kids who are bound to get choked the next time they break something...that might put me over the edge. Are they too young for a military boarding school?)

hmmm, yes, a conundrum. . .when does school start in CO?
until the jack daniels is gone, jenn
ps. they are NEVER too young for boarding school.

(School doesn't start for them here until Aug 21st. If we go back to Florida, it's Aug. 3rd. That alone sells Florida.)

what's the likelihood of selling the house within the next six months? put another way, if it doesn't sell by december, then what? put a totally new way, would you consider doing what you may have to do in december (i.e. include one of the boys in the sale) now?
until the absolut is gone, jenn
ps. good lord, how am i still typing?!

(Most people say the house won't sell for a while. The market is that bad. However, truth be told, I'm hoping when construction ends around our neighborhood in the next few months that it'll be easier to sell. As far as including the boys? My motto is: Make me an offer.)

this is a tough one. i must now mull. let me know if anyone else comes up with something good. then, later, i will take credit for it. genius. all my best to you, your husband and the soon-to-be-privates/houseboys.
until the bombay sapphire is gone, jenn

Should I Stay or Should I Go Now?

Contrary to popular belief, I do enjoy soliciting opinions. If for no other reason than to start fights or mumble bitterly about my judgmental friends. The following is an email I sent out.

Most of you know my family's sitch - crashing in Colorado with lifelong friends and hoping our house sells back in Wesley Chapel so we can get a place of our
own. Ever try living with two active little boys in someone else's house with
million dollar works of art just waiting to be broken? Not to mention the fact
that I've had no luck landing a teaching gig.

Just heard from favorite friend Beth in Tampa with a job offer - a temporary teaching job until December - giving us time to sell our house with less
pressure and an earlier departure than if the job went all year.

Of course, returning to Tampa has several implications - prolonging the hurt of
saying goodbye, facing everyone I alienated before leaving and, worst of all,
driving back through Kansas.

What would you do?

Most people think we ought to stay in Colorado. What the hell do they know? Some swear disaster lurks when living with friends - especially when one of those friends owns the company your husband works for. They must remember my drinking habits. Other responses from:

Michele - I want you here. Gonna put a bullet in Beth's mailbox.

Becky - Who asked Beth to get involved?

Paul - I only spoke with him a couple of times, but your husband did not seem to enjoy being separated from you guys. Especially, you. He mentioned the kids a couple of times, but it was mostly...."I can't wait until Katie gets here."...."I miss Katie so much"..."This mansion I'm living in is nice, but I wish Katie could be here to enjoy it with me"...."Action movies on this giant home theater are cool, but I wish I was watching Titanic with my wife", etc... If enough damage is done to the house, maybe they'll let you keep it and Becky will be happy because she can get a new, bigger house.

Anthony - If you need money, sell a painting and have the boys make a new one to go in its place!

Husband - I used to like Beth.

Chase - I'd say you're here. Stay. Struggle. And in the end, it won't seem like it was all that hard.

Danny - In other news, Jayron and I just put our order in for a 2007 Prius, I know that will make you happy!

Jayron - A philosopher once said (I wish I could remember the guys name), nothing is right or wrong but thinking makes it so. So no decision you make will be wrong or bad. I think this offer sounds really good to go back to Florida.

Dalia - Living in someone's else's house would drive me batty. And Tampa has free babysitting and booze.

Jeanne - I would have to go back to Tampa if I couldn't afford an apartment.

My Mom - I love Beth.

The responses keep coming in so I'll post more tomorrow. I know. You can hardly wait.

"Once I discovered Shaun Cassidy's ass, it was all over."

There are certainties one must accept when living in the Evangelical Capital of the World. For example, I'm coming to grips with this area's conservative voting pattern. My silly neighbors - church-going (read: frigid) women and pious (read: frustrated) men serve a purpose; they keep the porn industry alive. And I probably won't get invited to social events where everyone drinks non-alcoholic beverages and talks about the Lord. Fingers crossed, anyway.

One thing that continues to boggle my mind, though, is the fascination right-wingers have with homosexuality.

Evangelicals love them some gays. Nothing gets a holyroller foaming more than the mere suggestion of man-on-man love. (They have a different, if private, reaction to girl-on-girl action. Who doesn't?) This attitude manifests itself in various ways: hate crimes, men donning disguises just to rent Brokeback Mountain, and unconstitutional measures that attempt to exclude homosexuals from "ordinary civic life". Fun stuff.

Due to this reputation, a new campaign began recently in The Springs. Banners show a puppy and the word "moo". Cute, right? I thought it was about ice cream for dogs. However, the companion ad on television explains that Norman the puppy says "moo" instead of "woof". He behaves like a cow because he was born that way. These ads teach tolerance, using the argument that sexual orientation is handed down in much the same way baby blues were bestowed upon me - through genetics or the grace of God, whichever you prefer.

Those who insist homosexuality is treatable and preventable can even go online for enlightenment. They should answer the following question: When did you decide to be straight? I'd love to hear James Dobson relate that particular experience for us. I hope these ads spark some kind of conversation among the clueless and clued-in alike. Especially before the November election when no less than four separate ballot initiatives may leave most voters confused. Breaks down like this:

Referendum H authorizes same-sex domestic partnerships. Angers the religious right because they think "Hate State" has a nice ring to it.

Initiative 83 ensures only a union of one man and one woman shall be recognized in Colorado. Backed by Our Lord is Superior to Yours partnership of churches.

Initiative 109 would prohibit the state from recognizing any legal status similar to marriage.

Initiative 139 establishes domestic partnerships and declares such partnerships different from marriage but with similar rights and benefits. In other words, gay couples who cannot afford a lawyer and litigation would still be able to visit each other in a hospital. I know. Bastards!

Referendum H will definitely be on the ballot in November; the others need more than 67,000 signatures by August 7th in order to make the cut. How many supporters for 83 and 109 exist? Are there enough haters dedicated to keeping intolerance alive in the new millennium?

Holy Liza Minelli. We're going to need more than a clever ad campaign to fight that kind of madness.

Prods and Micks

I hardly ever bust on international news, but yesterday was a day that continues to draw blood in my ancestors' country. This year, however, the news is not all grim. Republicans in the north of Ireland did themselves and their country proud.

And loyalists, including their leader, proved once again they are not Irish. Not by a long shot.

Signature Sunday

...from ProgressNow Action:

Tired of all those right-wing ballot initiatives? Fight back! Help get three
proactive, progressive initiatives on the November ballot: lobbying reform, a
minimum wage increase, and domestic partnerships.

In a recent survey, ProgressNowAction members overwhelmingly supported all three of these initiatives. And all three initiatives could play a major role in determining whether Colorado continues in a progressive direction this November.

Right now, campaigns for each of those initiatives are gathering
signatures to place them on the ballot. And with the August 7th deadline
approaching fast, all three still need more signatures to qualify.

Will you help these initiatives qualify for the ballot? This Sunday, July 16th, is
"Ballot Signature Sunday”. Reps for all three initiatives will be in Colorado
Springs from noon until 4:00 p.m. at the Coloradans for Fairness and Equality
Campaign Office at 16 N. Spruce St. Drag your friends, family and neighbors with
you, and sign those ballot petitions!

If you can't make it Sunday and want to help out by gathering signatures, click here, provide your contact information, and identify the initiatve(s) you want to help.

As always, thanks for all you do.

Making Us Feel Comfortable

I feel like I'm back in Pasco County. Well, at least there's no confederate flag on the bumper.

A Different Kind of Welcome Wagon

This is an email I received from a political activist upon arrival in Colorado Springs.

Catherine--

Welcome to Hate City! I lived there for over 20 years. I left as soon as I retired. I now live in Texas Creek, CO. It is different from CS but not necessarily better. Anyway . . .

Ask around about what happened to Mike Miles in the allegedly liberal Democratic Party of Colorado. Jay hasn't got a chance. I would not be surprised if he is suddenly attacked by his own party. But maybe living in HC for many years has made me excessively paranoid. Hefley's replacement (and remember his daughter is also in elected position in CO) has to be as least as out of it as he is.

Be sure and check out *Ken* Salazar's record before you go gaga over this alleged Democrat. Like his predecessor, Night-Horse Campbell, the turn-coat Dem, he is a good Repugnicat Light. His brother is another matter.

Allard, King, Kester, and a bunch of other policy makers are just short of a full load. If the Democrats would actually run populist candidates the results would be amazing even in CO. But they tend to hew the DLC line so they can get money from the national Demo party.

OTOH, not all Reps in our legislature are losers. There are some who actually have valid objectives.

Good God. What have I gotten myself into?

Two Items about Florida so Brett Doesn't Kick Me Out of "The Club"

The Pasco County Democrats are celebrating a Grand Opening for their new headquarters in beautiful downtown New Port Richey. Join them Wednesday, July 12th from 6-8pm at 4927 SR 54, 1/4 mile east of US19. Oh, how I wish I could be there to drink beer out of the can and argue politics with all two progressives in that part of town.

*sigh*

When I was growing up, Ft. Lauderdale had quite the reputation for anyone looking to party during Spring Break. (Apparently you can drive on the beach over there and several "gentleman's clubs" are famous for inspiring Motley Crue songs.) Well, I'm here to tell you, forget Spring Break - craziness is coming to town in just a few short weeks. Ain't nobody throwin' down like Democrats during the annual Jefferson-Jackson Dinner and this year, retired four-star General Wesley Clark wants in on the action. Buy tickets now or purchase Girls Gone Wild - Liberal Ladies Edition and dream of what could have been. Did I mention Gov. Bill Richardson will be there, as well? 'Nuff said.

Kate and Becky – Plus Three Kids and Two Husbands

Our house in Florida is still for sale. We’ve lowered the price and painted two rooms a less-offensive khaki color. (Who knew cranberry was such a turn-off?) We’ve asked for prayers and positive thoughts. We even found a new realtor who might actually do something.

Still. The house just sits there. People say the market is dead and my abode is not a sh*thole; therefore I try not to take it all so personally. In the meantime, my boys and I are living with Becky and her family in Colorado Springs. I know. A 23-year friendship down the drain.

Actually, I’m optimistic. Her house is the size of a small country. We could go days without seeing each other. Plus, Becky and I are surrounded by males. That cuts down on the drama.

Speaking of drama, we did try living together once. During the summer of 1987, I moved into her house and we were excited because we thought it’d be like one long-lasting sleepover. We were best friends! We’d stay up late, talk about boys and map out future plans that included backpacking across Europe and sleeping with a different guy in each country! Then our seventeen year-old moods took over. I didn’t want to follow rules and Becky didn’t want to make room for “patchouli-oil stank.” We tried to share one bedroom (two words: digestion issues) and one bathroom (Beck’s beauty products needed their own zip code). My Misfits albums tried to co-exist with her Debbie Gibson records. Couldn’t we see such an arrangement was doomed from the beginning? Several weeks later, I came home from a three-day bender to find my belongings in Hefty bags.

I believe her final words were: Have a nice life. We didn’t talk for over a year.

Yet, here we are almost two decades later, giving it another go. We're older now; grounded in our identity and mature enough not to fight over Commander Salamander catalogs. Plus, I no longer consort with criminals who don't believe in deoderant. That makes a big difference when planning dinner parties.

I wonder how long this will last. Bets anyone?

Let's Get This Party Started Right

In an effort to discover more about this new community - and the hell that is my life - I looked up my elected representatives.

--U.S. Congressman Joel Hefley has represented the 5th District of Colorado since 1986. According to On the Issues, Rep. Hefley's voting record indicates he is just about my worst nightmare. However, it seems as if the old buck is retiring, and I've moved here just in time to support a military man who believes in progressive values. Meet Jay Fawcett - candidate for Congress.

-- Just when I started looking for the nearest mountain from which to throw myself off, I discovered Senator Ken Salazar, elected in 2004. He is the only elected Democrat as far as the eye can see and one indication this state has some good in it.

--What's up with Senator Wayne Allard? Apparently, he's a disgrace dubbed by Time magazine in April 2006 as one of the worst Senators in Washington.

"Now in his 10th year, Allard almost never plays a role in major legislation, even though he's on two key Senate committees, Budget and Appropriations. The veterinarian rarely speaks on the floor or holds press conferences to push his ideas."

He's also best friends with James Dobson. Is it 2008, yet?

-- State Representative Keith King is another in a long line of Colorado Republicans who respect life as long as he/she isn't an illegal immigrant. Come November, he's out thanks to term limits so I'm supporting Anna Lord for Colorado House District 21.

-- State Senator Andrew McElhaney gets mixed reviews and isn't going anywhere for a few more years. I'll get back to him later.

-- Last, but not least, is Governor Bill Owens. Thankfully, his days are numbered so I'm getting behind Bill Ritter for Governor. Thank God some have decided not to surrender Colorado to the conservatives.

Gives me hope, after all.

Reflections Part Two

When given the choice, I'll always pick a locally-owned establishment over a chain restaurant. This has led to more than a few food-poisoning incidents, but the positives always outweigh stomach worms.

Take this gem of an experience. Next time you're whizzing through Tennessee, trying to handle annoying children and a husband whose way too intimate with his pocket PC - duck into Emma's for day-old eggs and watered-down maple syrup.



If you're lucky, some choice conversations will occur with regulars and wait staff who insist on sharing tidbits from last Sunday's sermon. Seems the local preacher's views on evolution were most enlightening. I believe Dwayne put it best when he summed up the general consensus in one sentence: "We didn't come from no zoo." I asked him to elaborate, but he had a lawn to mow. Dwayne, wearing a red shirt that announced Victory in Jesus, left me with the following words of wisdom,

"The only ones who don't have the knowledge are either pawns or don't know no better. They wanna trust the apes over God."

Customers buzzed with intellectual intercourse that would make professors at MIT jealous. Our waitress, however, was noticeably silent. When pressed, Elaine admitted that she was under strict orders from Daddy not to talk about Darwin. At the end of our meal, she needed help adding $2.75 to a $6.50 tab. Elaine had enough to worry about without adding biology topics into the mix.

And get a load of the back of Emma's kids' menu:

My boys took one look at the game and busted out with rhymes from one of our favorite Beastie Boys songs. This outburst caused the entire restaurant, including several gentlemen with missing teeth, to stare as if we were the odd ones. Maybe we were.

"If I had a penny for my thoughts I'd be a millionaire."

See? You can't get that at Cracker Barrel.

Reflections Part One

We spent the better part of yesterday traveling through The Wheat State. My sister warned me ahead of time. She said, "You're gonna want to kill yourself halfway through Kansas." What's the matter with Kansas?

For one, they're awfully proud of this guy.



Also, I don't appreciate hourly reminders that...

or that...

We did experience a bit of comic relief.



However, if it weren't for phone calls from well-meaning friends and family (one of my favorites, from Addison, whose first words were: "Are we there yet?") we might not have made it. So thanks for providing a link to the outside world.

We actually cheered when crossing over into Colorado. Who knew?

The Springs At Last

Our own personal Trail of Tears ended today.


Or did it?

Somewhere between St. Louis and Kansas City...

I got an idea.

You Can Take the Girl Out of Tampa

But you can't take Tampa out of the girl. Jim Davis is still my man - so visit this poll and make your intentions known.

Warning: Not for Sensitive or Kindhearted People

(This is also not recommended for those with no sense of humor.)

Husband says I'm to blame for our previously broken-down minivan and stolen electronic equipment.

"What the hell did I do?" I asked.

"You laughed at this shirt," he said.

"You're right," I said, rather sheepishly.

"Then you couldn't breathe after this one."

So, Instant Karma, on behalf of my innocent children and sorta innocent husband (he showed me the site after all) - I want to apologize. My name is Catherine and I'm an awful person.

Now please go bother Bush or someone who really deserves it.

Meet Me In...Oh, You Know Where

We're here "safe"; however, the jury's out on "sound." Here are some of our conversations between Atlanta and St. Louis:

"Good God, do you smell that? Close the window."
"Now it's even worse."
"Okay, open the window. Quit feeding the kids bean dip."

"Why the hell are they so proud of Jimmy Carter?"
"Watch it."

(on the phone)
"Where you at?"
"Macon."
"You still in Georgia, bro?"
"No. It's your sister and nephews. They're 'Macon' me crazy. Hello?"

"Why don't you write something nice about Kevin or Steve or their wives? How about a heartwarming anecdote mentioning the way Joe fixed our minivan?"
"Because this blog isn't a f*cking Hallmark card."

"How hard is it gonna be finding food for four vegetarians?"
"Look!"

"I bet they have meat substitutes."

Happy Independence Day

"That these United Colonies are, and of Right ought to be Free and Independent States"

If I could choose only two books for every house in America it would be a:

1) Holy Book (Bible, Koran, Torah, Joy of Cooking...whatever)
2) copy of The Constitution

Number two is important because it's the law of our land - something all Americans should be familiar with. Today, whip it out and read The Declaration of Independence (most copies include The Declaration in the beginning). Yes, fireworks and parties are fun, but we should remind our kids why the holiday is special in the first place. Then go blow off body parts. If you don't have a copy at home, find one here.

Read it to yourself if you don't have kids. TJ could write and his words are meant to be read out loud - like all good poetry should. Yes, the part about savages makes my stomach turn, but it's important and makes for great discussions. My kids know the drill and giggle a little when Mommy gets choked up at the end. Usually we're sitting on a couch or park bench somewhere. This year we'll be on an interstate highway bound for St. Louis.

Reads the same, though, no matter where you are. Try it and tell me I'm wrong.

Lessons Learned So Far

Reunions can be fun. The Eau Gallie High Class of '86 gathering was a delight from start to finish - from the girl who showed everyone her breasts to the guy who "just wanted to lick tequila off someone." I found a funky and cool chick covered in henna who shattered the myth that only wacky Christians homeschool their kids. Plus, I thoroughly enjoyed hearing over one hundred anecdotes about what a wonderful man I married. Even better? More than a few complimented his taste in lifelong sexual partners (read: me). Add in Big 80s music - and that's a night of magic, folks. Pure magic.

I also learned that:

- Talking about vasectomies with men I've never met before can lead to awkward silences with spouse, who declares "no means no."

- A professional bass fisherman who wants to nuke most of the Arab world can still throw one helluva party.

- There are 78 religious billboards between Orlando and Valdosta alone. Each one is enough to bring up the greasy IHOP breakfast that refuses to work its way through my digestive system.


- Someone will steal a $200 DVD player from an unsupervised vehicle. Who knew?

- The only thing that smells worse than wet dog is my breath after eating a peach that's been out in the sun too long.

Welcome to Georgia!

On the Road Again

"So long, suckers!"
-Voicemail from private phone number. Sounded like my brother, but the kid denies it.

Strange Days Indeed

"Who on earth do you think you are? A superstar? Well, right you are!"

No one likes John Lennon more than I do. Okay, no one who isn't on medication. I own every song the man recorded, most biographies, several posters and even this lithograph: Two is One.



Back in 1988, I waited in line for hours to be among the first to see Imagine, a movie about his life. I stood alone because even my hippie friends thought a documentary was a lame way to spend Friday night. I disagreed and sat in that theatre transfixed by a man who wrote music's most powerful words. They inspired me then and now.

The U.S. vs John Lennon is yet another chance to celebrate his life and message - and the timing couldn't be better. This documentary will hopefully shine a light on the past and illuminate the present. I will wait in line again - only this time I'll bring the husband and kids. Because John's right; apathy isn't it. And while I'm there, I'll look around for a young idealist who is just waiting to get inspired before rocking out to change her own little corner of the world. I'll tell her: Hey, it worked for me.

Camp's Not All Bugs and Lanyards

Here is the link to my essay, published today in The St. Petersburg Times. Enjoy. Or not. Completely up to you.

The Hell That Is My Life

Florida isn't letting us go without a fight. Yesterday morning, our Minivan of Love died. Yes, the damn thing is only four years old. Yes, it had been thoroughly inspected and given the go-ahead for a 1600 mile trip. Still. After only four hours on the road with us, it decided enough with two kids who talk more than most people breathe, enough with Husband who packs the beer cooler underneath everything else and enough with a wife who won't stop crying. Enough.

Husband and Other Men played Mechanic while wives and children went ahead to an Alumni Picnic. Even though we aren't the alumni. Besides, outdoors in ninety-degree heat surrounded by people I don't know is the perfect place to roast my ass while cursing about our current predicament.

Highlight of the Day: Bent over, arse in the air while searching for nutritious snacks. One kid calls me Cranky Mommy and the other screams about wanting to try barbecue pork products. I say something about needing a goddamn drink when a man sneaks up behind me.

"Are you Katie Robinson?"

I stand up and try to see past blazing sun.

"I grew up with your husband. Wow. He didn't mention your hair. You okay?"

At this point, I hate everyone. Then Husband calls and says the needed car part won't be available until Monday. That means our plans to leave this morning are shot. That means I have to hang out in Melbourne for another day. Or two. Or three.

I know. I feel sorry for our friends, too.

One of the reunion's organizers, with a shirt that says God is Awesome!, thinks car trouble may be a blessing in disguise. I squint at Tammy Faye while she babbles about divine intervention and a possible tragedy averted.

"Go peddle your sunshine sh*t somewhere else," I said. "God and I are no longer on speaking terms."

Inside My Brain Hotel

"This is gonna be great!"

(five minutes later)

"I wanna go home."

Then I watch my boys and all is right with the world. Whatever works, right?