Monday, March 31, 2008

Democrats Running in El Paso County

Volunteer, contribute, and vote!

Democratic Candidates for November 2008 Election

Hal Bidlack
5th Congressional District
www.bidlack2008.com

Diane Whitley Senate District 10
ojosdeangel@hotmail.com

Pete Lee Senate District 12
www.peteleeforsenate.com
sepetelee@aol.com

Chyrese Exline House District 14
chexline@comcast.net

Michelle Maksimowicz House District 15
m.maksimowicz@comcast.net

Frances Dejarnette House District 15
fdejarn@yahoo.com

Rich M. Flores House District 16
richcohd16@live.com

Denis Apuan House District 17
witness4peace@hotmail.com

Michael Merrifield House District 18
www.michaelmerrifield.org
mmerrifield2003@yahoo.com

Jim Phillips House District 19
719-478-2179

Jan Hejtmanek House District 20
janhejtmanek@comcast.net

Anna Lord House District 21
nylords@ix.netcom.com

Alison Hunter County Comm. D2
allisonjhunter@yahoo.com

Pam Berry County Comm. D3
pamaberry@comcast.net

Andre Vigil County Comm. D4
commish_vigil@yahoo.com

When Is a Friendship Over?


I was talking with a girlfriend back in Tampa and she mentioned that one of her oldest friends had seemed to be drifting away from her for some time.

"Then two weeks ago we stopped talking altogether," she said with a shrug, "and so I suppose it's over."

Far from an authority on how to end acquaintances, I rather stink at it. Not counting the plethora of doomed alliances in high school and college, I simply don't let most people go nowadays. I meet wonderful folks wherever the wind takes me and hold on for life.

There are only a few exceptions to that rule. Recently I discovered that a good friend had made some seriously bad decisions and, although I won't reach out to tell him not to ever talk to me again, I seriously hope he does not. His lapses in judgment were that bad.

But more often than not, I keep in touch with the planet. And it seems to me that two weeks of silence is not reason enough to end a friendship.

Case in point - an old friend from Boston stopped emailing me back about a year and a half ago. No explanation, really, I just stopped hearing from him. Once quite close, after moving back to Tampa we'd email one another every other month or so. Therefore it was concerning, but not jarring, to lose touch completely. I would still email him - nothing confrontational, just pictures or the occasional joke - every once in a while. Because I can't help myself.

Few weeks ago, I finally got a response back. Seems his wife had been battling quite a serious illness. This old friend wrote me a lengthy email, explaining all his family had been through this past year, and how he looks forward to seeing me and my brood this summer.

I'm glad I never stopped reaching out.

Don't get me wrong - if I were under the impression that a previously close friend was backing off, I'd let him or her go. I'd stop the phone calls and emails altogether. Like my old friend Sharon used to say,

"Drop the reigns and let the horse keep on trottin'."

I don't chase anyone.

But instead of changing my number and moving on, I like remaining open and available. Feels better than ending a relationship.

Because you never know the dramas in a person's life. Or what role you'll play when they're ready to stage a comeback.

Friday, March 28, 2008

Bye Bye Florida


Big Ups go to:

Brother - who drove all the way up from Miami to spend time with his sister and nephews. I especially enjoyed the way Mom said, "If your brother says to rent something, I just click on Netflix. I don't even question it!" So she rented a funny Irish comedian whose topics included anal sex and shooting the Pope. Quality. And as I coughed up a lung, laughing so hard, I especially loved that *you* were the one who recommended it. (That old excuse "I only saw the edited version on Comedy Central. I thought it was okay!" will live in infamy.) Thanks for the heartiest laugh all week.

Sister-in-Law - you hung out and listened to my children's stories, laughed at their jokes, and made brand new memories. We relaxed together. Plus you brought bagels. We appreciate it more than you know.

Parents - For making me realize in living color why we need to move back home.

Robin, Victoria, Beth, Lynda, Mishon, Kristina, and Shiela - You show all the time how rich I am in friendship as well as family. Nice to know not everyone is *over* me.

I will see you all soon. Count on it.

I Get the Best Emails - Ongoing

To: Catherine
From: Marc
Subject: This is why I'm going to have a hard time voting...


My mom used to say this about the boys I brought home and her advice applies today as well, "Worry when you think you've found someone different than all the rest."

Thursday, March 27, 2008

Everywhere I Go

Took the boys to a local park so they could shoot hoops. I know you *think* your kids are rock stars on the court. But your diet coke-drinking, meat-eating, Nick Jr-watching Gator fans of the future are no match for these little Joakim Noahs today.

Believe it.

An elderly gentleman and younger woman walked over to me, all friendly like.

"Those are some fine looking young men you've got there," he said with a cute little twinkle in his eyes.

"Thank you," I said with a smile.

"Are they twins?"

"They are."

"Eight year olds?"

"Very good," I said, laughing. "You know kids, huh?"

"I have twelve grandchildren," he said, motioning to the woman behind him, and looking a bit exhausted. "This is my daughter."

Daughter's eyes seemed glazed. Too much sun or Zoloft. I couldn't tell at first.

"Do you homeschool your boys?" she asked.

"No," I said. "We're visiting from Colorado Springs and it's Spring Break there so we thought we'd come home and thaw out a bit."

"So this is home?" Elderly Gentleman asked.

I nodded. Still smiling. Though Daughter assuming we're Those Types was pushing it.

"Have you had a chance to visit Focus on the Family out there?" she asked, hazy and speaking slowly. Not her fault, though, we were in Lutz after all. "That's in Colorado Springs."

"Ummm, no," I said gently.

"Do you know where it is?" she asked. "Because I have friends who'd be happy to contact you -"

"I know where it is," I said. "I've driven by plenty of times."

"But you don't ever stop?"

"I speed up. You know, fly by like a bat out of hell. Not wanting to catch whatever they've got. If you know what I mean."

I winked and giggled to show I was kidding. Elderly Gentleman winked back but Daughter choked on a chip and got the both of them out of there - post haste. Should have told her to lay off the mood stabilizers and unprotected sex. Give us and grandpa a break.

Good Lord.

They find me, folks. Everywhere I go.

I So Did Not Miss Rhonda Storms


The Republican Party is supposed to be the party that wants less government, not more. Conservatives don't even agree with the *existence* of the Department of Education. Now they want to rewrite the science curriculum taught in our public schools?

Evolution and Creationism. Side by side. Storms has got to be kidding.

Except she's not.

A Florida education is already the laughing stock of the nation. (Second only to what - Kentucky?) We've got frisky teachers and incompetent superintendents. Why not fix our current problems and leave God to be discussed in philosophy, world religions, or, better yet, Christian schools.

Sen. Larcenia Bullard, a Democrat from Miami, said that in college she refused to answer a science exam question about evolution with the accepted Darwinian answer and instead copied down the creation story in Genesis, Chapter 1.

Great. And now she's in a leadership role deciding what my kids ought to learn?

I wouldn't want her or Rhonda doing my hair. Much less making educational decisions of any kind.

Tuesday, March 25, 2008

There It Is - The First Curse Word

One day, I came home from Kindergarten, stuck up my middle finger and asked,

"What does this mean?"

My mother made a god-awful face and I knew not to do that again. Until I was in 6th grade and pissed off that Laura Rizzo was making fun of me. But even then I made sure my mother wasn't around.

I grew up hearing cousins, aunts and uncles curse from time to time. Just a whole lot of "Jesus Christs", "Goddamnits," and the like. No "f" words. We were dignified Irish Catholics after all.

I knew not to use these *grown-up words* myself.

And so I don't curse in front of my own children. Oh sure, ocassionally I'll mutter a "Jesus, Mary and Joseph" when stubbing my toe or something. Yes, I converted to Judaism but there's some sayings even I can't block out. Most of the time, I try to model the behavior I expect in my children. Which is why I was a bit surprised the other day to be conveying the following to my husband and mother.

"Youngest was walking away from me," I said, "angry about not getting to play a video game for the nineteenth time that day. He said, 'Great! Now I'm not going to get a better score for the whole damn Spring Break'."

"Wow," Husband said. "Two days with Grandpa and he's already memorizing his favorite sentences. I bet you sh*t a Butter Lamb."

"I just calmly washed his mouth out with soap and explained that eight year-olds don't curse at their parents."

"Yeah," Husband said. "Who does he think he is? A teenager?"

I looked at my mother, waiting patiently for her words of wisdom.

"Well," my mother said, "personally, I can't wait until he gets his own blog. He comes by that mouth honestly after all."

Monday, March 24, 2008

What have your legislators done to end genocide?


Discover how your elected officials score on the Darfur crisis.

Just for kicks.

Sunday, March 23, 2008

"It's not a bad way to spend the day. Beats the hell out of Patient Safety."

My mom recently retired. She's gone from an important career at a local hospital to someone who has time now to enjoy other pursuits.

I'm proud of her. She's earned it.

So what's next, Ma? New York? Paris?

Mom: I took a class at church last week. We learned how to make Butter Lambs.

Me: You made what?

Mom: A Butter Lamb.

Me: What the hell's a Butter Lamb?

Mom: I took four sticks of butter and made my own little Butter Lamb. Don't you remember when we lived in Buffalo and I'd get one every year at Easter?

(long pause)

Me: I remember a whole lot of things from Buffalo. Chocolate bunnies in my Easter Basket. Sunrise Mass where we blamed the Jews instead of the Romans. Bio Dad drinking a six-pack before breakfast. And a meal filled with dead animals. But I don't remember Butter Lambs.

Mom: Butter Lambs make the most delightful little centerpiece for the table. Here. Look at what I created. Isn't it something?

Me: Wow. So this is what retirement is all about, huh? Workshops on how to turn condiments into edible works of art.

Mom: I'm no Michaelangelo, but I did a good job.

Me: You sure did. I mean, it doesn't taste nearly as good as the Chocolate Obama I was hoping to find in my Easter Basket this year. But it is something.

(long pause)

Me: That's for sure.

Saturday, March 22, 2008

There's No Place Like Home

Orange blossoms smell so much better than frozen snot. And everywhere there are beautiful flowers to welcome spring.



Mom is the best chef ever and her Eggplant Parmesan makes me weep with pleasure. This house smells like heaven. Suppose I can forgo my dairy-free diet tonight.

Can't wait.


So this is what hippie feet look like outside thermal socks and boots. Where are my toe rings?


Pictures from my youth. Oh my.


I still give that look.

Friday, March 21, 2008

I'm Done

I've said it before - schools have issues no matter where you go. Therefore, as a parent, it's important to stay on top of things.

This is just further proof.

Special needs children are interfering with the education and development of their mainstream classmates. There are many reasons why such children are integrated into the regular classroom. It's an experiment, really, to introduce compassion and understanding to non-handicapped children as well as allow special ed kids a chance to rise to the occasion.

It's an experiment that's failing - everyone.

I see it at the high school level every day.

My children are experiencing it in elementary school.

Three kids this year, all with emotional and mental problems, have been bullying up their classrooms. My children aren't afraid of them. Therefore, my boys have stood up to them several times - either when the developmentally delayed children pick on them or other kids.

For some reason, in the last two weeks, the school officials want to punish everyone equally.

This is not okay with me.

My letter to their principal:

I am extremely concerned.

Oldest told me that when he was going to the bathroom today, Tyler* entered and started punching him. Oldest said he did not hit him back, but instead pushed him away and said, "Back off." Mr. Simpson* was told of the incident and reported to Miss HooHah* that both boys were fighting. Oldest said he tried to explain and was told by Miss HooHah, "I don't want to hear it."

This is the same child who's been instigating Youngest. Youngest told me a story a few days ago that Tyler hit him in the face with a basketball and both children were punished.


I'm done trying to be patient. I am done going over strategies with my children to ignore and avoid bullies in this school. I am done begging teachers for feedback about my kids.

Neither Miss HooHah nor Mr. Simpson have ever expressed a shock or concern over either Oldest or Youngest's behavior. Therefore, I have concluded that my children are not part of the problem.

Let me be very clear - I support and encourage my children to avoid and ignore bullies and aggressive children. But if one of them lays a hand on my children, both boys are encouraged to push such bullies away. They have my husband and my unending support.

They are not to be punished for defending themselves.

What concerns me most is that you all cannot protect my children and when they protect themselves, Oldest and Youngest are punished along with the aggressor.

This is unacceptable.


Stay tuned...

Thursday, March 20, 2008

MaryEllen Elia - One Horribly Ineffective Leader


Surprised? I'm not.

Hillsborough County School District used to give either Rosh Hashanah or Yom Kippur and Good Friday and Easter Monday as days off for staff and students alike. Then Muslims wanted in on the action and Eid Al-Fitr declared a holiday as well.

Last year, the Hillsborough County School Board responded by removing all religious holidays from the district calender. Except Christmas, which conveniently comes during Winter Break.

Fast forward to this year and an interesting issue is developing all over Tampa.

Take my old school for example: Out of approximately 2000 students, 1400 have indicated that they will not be attending school tomorrow. Over 30 teachers, so far, have called in for a substitute. Only ten substitutes are available. So. You do the math.

What else? Oh yeah. There aren't any buses either. Too many drivers called in and so kids have to find their own way into school.

And the cafeteria workers aren't going to be there so brown bag it, baby!

My old school isn't alone. This is happening all over the county. Good times.

Elia responded to this mass demonstration of passive aggressive behavior/civil disobedience by requiring all administrators to be at schools tomorrow from 6am until 6pm to cover for the missing teachers.

At a principals meeting, one such administrator said that aftercare had been canceled at his child's school because of a lack of teachers and wondered aloud what he was supposed to do about that if he was at another school until 6pm.

Elia repeated her demand that all administrators be required to work in the place of absent teachers until 6pm. Period. End of discussion.

Well, doesn't that just about sum it up?

Listen carefully, folks. Good Friday is not a day where work is forbidden by any church or commandment. Most of the people who aren't working tomorrow are not religious. Students and employees won't be spending the day at church. A good number of those staying home aren't even Christian.

Teachers and parents are rebelling against an unpopular and stubborn superintendent who has never learned the meaning of the word compromise.

They hate her. And it shows.

I live in one of the most religious areas of the country. My children's school district is open tomorrow. So is the one in which I work. Teachers, bus drivers and cafeteria workers will report to their duties like any other day. School districts all over the country will be operating like any other day. Businesses, too.

Yet Elia's district is a mess. Why? Because she lacks the leadership skills to effectively sell this new arrangement and her employees, parents, students are demonstrating, en masse, to show that they don't support her or her failing policies.

Good Friday indeed.

Elia is a disgrace and should be replaced as soon as possible. Enough is enough.

Wednesday, March 19, 2008

What's Wrong With China?


Better yet, what's wrong with America?

So many countries have condemned what Chinese authorities are doing to the Tibetans. And yet the Bush administration and most members of Congress remain silent.

Do we really want to be in the same category as China and Pakistan on this issue? I thought we were supposed to be encouraging the spread of democracy. Or are we only interested where our interests lie and to hell with everyone else?

Our country is no longer a leader in human rights. Our own record is deplorable. Our administration is a joke.

What do some prominent Americans have to say about this issue?

Barack Obama: "I condemn the use of violence to put down peaceful protests, and call on the Chinese government to respect the basic human rights of the people of Tibet, and to account for the whereabouts of detained Buddhist monks."

Good. Forceful. Hot.

"I deplore the violent crackdown by Chinese authorities and the continuing oppression in Tibet of those merely wishing to practice their faith and preserve their culture and heritage," said McCain, the Republican presidential candidate.

You deplore them? Okay...

Haven't heard Hillary's thoughts on the matter.

And some guy over at the State Department is "concerned."

So I suppose, like always, it's up to the rest of us.

Contact your member of Congress and tell them to condemn the atrocities in Tibet.

Tuesday, March 18, 2008

I Can't Remember the Last Time a Political Speech Moved Me

But this one did. In ways I can't even explain.

Which is good. Because it speaks for itself.

Take a look. And listen.



In Barack Obama we have a unique spokesman whose American experience speaks for so many who've had no true representation for far too long. At yet, he speaks for all of us.

Eloquently, I might add.

For the first time in a long time, I'm charged and inspired and intellectually stimulated. After eight gloomy years, I'm now ready for a real leader and I won't allow the idiots producing news programs to divert my attention from serious problems and complex issues.

Or the solutions that hope, thoughtful and concerned citizens, and a leader who evokes the best in all of us can bring.

Come Celebrate Cesar Chavez Day in The Springs


Saturday, March 29, 2008 starting at 1pm in Acacia Park.

Apparently Everyone Is Doing It


Which is more embarrassing - to admit to an affair or that you did it at a Days Inn?

At least this time, the wife got some action and no laws were broken. But what's wrong with this country that such a confession is even necessary?

Why do people care?

FYI

In retrospect, maybe it's not wise for a woman to walk up to a man with a distressed look on her face and say solemnly,

"Bad news, babe. The rabbit died."

Poor guy is likely to stroke out thinking you mean this -


When in fact you mean an entirely different kind of rabbit.

The kind that takes three AA batteries and still won't work. No matter how many times you pound it against the headboard.

Upside: A new toy costs less than a new baby.
Downside: He will not find this amusing. Not for a few days anyway.

Monday, March 17, 2008

"Mommy, what does s-e-x mean?"


No matter how prepared a parent is to answer such an inquiry, the Big Question still comes as a surprise.

None other brings with it so many different ways to answer with repercussions if those answers aren't adequate.

I want to be honest, but shouldn't give more information than necessary. Personal anecdotes are more than a little inappropriate, so no oversharing. Our children don't need to hear about the ways Mommy and Daddy had to practice to get it right. Just the facts.

Our children should feel safe and comfortable asking us anything; I certainly don't want them to learn more from knuckleheads at school than from knuckleheads at home. At least we don't pick our nose or get all our information from teenage siblings.

No answer should imply that their questions are dirty or bad. Yet I don't want to be flippant and act like the whole episode, while a bit awkward at times, is just one big joke.

Let's face it - who wants to be reminded in family therapy years from now that smirks and explicit answers led to sexual dysfunction. Or the priesthood.

At first, I pretended not to understand the question. Because that's enlightened.

"I'm sorry, sweetie, what are you asking?"

"What does s-e-x mean?" Youngest said, all innocent and curious.

Okay, here goes, Catherine. Try not to f*ck this up.

"It means lots of things. Tell me how it was used in a sentence."

What? Context matters.

"I heard it at school. Colin said s-e-x is a big deal."

"Well, I suppose it is a big deal. S-e-x spells sex."

"What's sex?"

"It's another word for intercourse. Sex is how mommies and daddies make babies."

I had several choices here: different tacks to take depending on the kids' age. Eight year-olds are going to get the less is more, conservative version. For all our sakes. Condoms and foreplay are another talk for another time.

"How do mommies and daddies make babies?"

Oldest made his way, slowly but surely, over to our part of the living room. Reading his mind was easy: Forget Sports Illustrated, what's Mom and Youngest talking about?

"A man has sperm in his penis and a woman has an egg deep inside her belly. The sperm and the egg meet in a special hug and then nine months later a baby is born."

Few years ago, that explanation was enough to send them satisfied and on their merry way.

Not no more.

"How do the egg and sperm meet?" Oldest asked.

"Yeah," Youngest said. "Do you find someone you like and them boom - the sperm comes out of the man all over the woman's belly?"

Sometimes. If alcohol is involved.

I had no idea when I woke up that morning that I'd be introducing terms like vagina, uterus, and fallopian tubes to my children. If I had known, I would have stayed in bed and watched television instead.

"How does the penis go into the va-gi-na?"

"When a man and a woman finish graduate school and get married, they decide to have a baby. So they hug and they kiss and the penis finds its way. Sperm comes out and fertilizes the egg and a baby is born nine months later. Or seven if the mommy is carrying impatient identicals with big heads and a stubborn streak."

Long pause.

"It's a wonderful and beautiful thing," I said. "A miracle."

Please say we're done.

They both looked confused, like my students when I'm attempting to explain The Patriot Act and how in the name of God it passed Congress.

Then Youngest said,

"I get it! The mommy and daddy are naked! That's how the penis finds its way!"

I nodded my head. Less is more, Catherine. Less is more.

"Where do you make the babies?" Oldest asked.

The bed, hallway, kitchen table, best friend's exercise equipment.

"Usually in bed," I said.

"What if someone walks in while you're making a baby," Oldest said. "That'd be gross."

Well, not always, but they don't need to hear about that time at Mardi Gras...

"Typically people don't walk into other people's bedrooms at night time. For just that reason."

"Aunt Blah-Blah is having a baby," Oldest said. "Is this what happened to her?"

I pictured my Catholic sister and her husband at the next family function getting quizzed by two sexually charged nephews. They've been dealing with morning sickness and a toddler at the same time. They've been through enough.

"Sex is okay to talk about here at home with mommy and daddy, but let's not go around discussing this with others. Makes people uncomfortable. And we shouldn't discuss sex at school either. It's private talk and you all are big boys now. So let the other kids' parents decide when to tell them, okay?"

"Yeah, cause Colin still believes in Santa," Youngest said. "Let him wait until graduate school to find out what his penis does."

I've seen Colin. He'll be in his forties before he finds out what his penis does. Guaranteed.

But that's another talk for another time.

Sunday, March 16, 2008

Happy St. Patrick's Day


With Open Arms, Lonny

Tax season has its benefits. No other time of year will you find me in an accountant's office reading local business journals and learning a thing or two about the business mind and what makes it tick.

Such ticking ain't sexy. But sometimes it's entertaining.

Doug Bruce, and the party that promotes him, is pushing more and more common-sense thinkers away from the right.

That's fine; we'll take them.

Lon Matejczyk, publisher of the Colorado Springs Business Journal, is ready to kiss the neocons goodbye.

Maybe if we get more Democrats voted into leadership positions here in El Paso County we would have a better chance of becoming a more progressive city.

From your lips to God's ears, Mr. Matejczyk.

Someone send this guy the papers he needs to join us in our quest to turn Colorado Springs into a city we can all be proud of.

Who says tax time ain't something to treasure?

Saturday, March 15, 2008

...from your favorite pro-choice blogger


Do Colorado’s women deserve the right to make their own personal, private reproductive health choices?

Can we reduce the need for abortion in Colorado by ensuring that reproductive health care is a core benefit in any comprehensive health care reform?

Should Colorado’s youth learn medically accurate and age-appropriate information about sex, pregnancy and prevention?

If you answered yes, here’s one more question: Do your elected representatives share these values?

Don’t know?

Attend Pro-Choice Lobby Day on Thursday, March 20, 2008 and find out!

Friday, March 14, 2008

Dr. Laura is Right



Go girl.

I know plenty of women who withhold love, sex, and intimacy from their men. And so they shouldn't be surprised if their men find comfort elsewhere.

Same goes for the guys who want to focus on their careers or football rather than the hot piece of *ss lying next to them each night.

She'll get her groove on elsewhere. And she should.

Because everyone deserves to feel loved and desired.

Dr. Laura is right. And it's not just the disgraced governor who has a lesson to learn. I hope his wife, daughters, and all of us, are listening and learning from his embarrassing ordeal.

Let's not pretend we're powerless victims.

Now turn off the computer and go have some fun.

El Paso County Dems Club Meeting


Their guest speaker this month is Thomas Mowle.

Tom served on the Multinational Coalitions Political Strategy in Iraq. The focus of his presenation will be the Iraq War, and how failures of intelligence, strategic planning, and coordination harmed the American effort.

And you thought all progressive meetings were depressing. Who's buying!

Come and join the lively discussion and bring a friend!

Bambino's Restaurant
(SE corner of Circle&Platte)
Thursday, March 20th, 6:00pm

All you can eat pizza, pasta, & salad: $10.00

Thursday, March 13, 2008

Does Anyone Have an Aaron Burr Costume I Can Borrow?

Tuesday night, I attended Drinking Liberally in the northern part of The Springs where a few nights a month, progressives aren’t afraid to step out into the neon lights of a chain restaurant with too many drunks at the bar.

And you thought all we did was march and protest. Who’s buying?

We avoided all talk of Eliot Spitzer and instead focused on toilets.

For a few minutes anyway.

Laurie Hibbs talked about ways to save money and water at the same time. Indoor composting for kitchens; environmentally-friendly toilets and showerheads for bathrooms.

Items that should go on Jeff’s favorite site: Stuff White People Like.

Laurie got me thinking about public restrooms where I am instructed to flush “up” after letting loose with liquid waste and flush “down” after dropping the kids off at the pool.

Who does the latter in public, by the way? Besides old white grumpy men who read The Gazette and laugh at the unfortunate among us. (Read: my co-workers)

Anyway, as I’m sitting there in the restaurant smelling someone’s tuna melt gone bad, I thought about what Mom always said,

“Don’t talk about sh*t where you eat.”

Luckily, Laurie ended her Toilet Talk and Chyrese Exline got up to speak about Amendment 31.

Amendment 31 has enough signatures to make it to the ballot and, if passed, will ban Colorado’s affirmative action programs benefiting women and minorities. I’m against the Amendment; its language is misleading, deceptive and poorly written. (Which means it’ll probably pass.) But I still whistled while staring at the ceiling, knowing full well I’m the only Democrat in the room who’s against affirmative action as well as the Amendment banning it.

Please, I prayed, don’t anyone bring up the death penalty.

While leaving the event, one of my favorite local bigwigs stopped to chat awhile. We talked about the appeal of curly-haired liberals, and the power of the written word. I mentioned that I’d be happy to write for Hal Bidlack, who’s running for the US House of Representatives. Hal is funny and charming in small groups, but maybe could use some help addressing larger crowds.

Bigwig said Hal was grateful for my offer, big fan, yadda yadda yadda - but no. Thanks anyway though.

Seems my writing is a bit shocking. Hal’s trying to appeal to Republicans and all.

Ouch.

I know plenty of Republicans who think I’m quite appealing.

Wait a minute, Hal likes to dress up in a wig and tights.

But I’m shocking?

To be fair, though, I do write about flushing toilets. However, Republicans are notoriously full of sh*t, so what’s the problem?

Yeah, I know. Maybe “Hal Hamilton” is right.

Wednesday, March 12, 2008

A Year Ago Today...

I underwent one heck of a surgical procedure.

The recovery process was long and arduous. Make no mistake, I still wince when I sneeze. No longer in pain, I simply remember all too well the months of healing that were required after such an ordeal.

However, twelve months later, I am happy to report that my:

- tummy tuck scar is noticeable but fading.
- reduction scars are barely visible.
- brand new belly button is almost healed.
- tummy is still numb in places but the feeling is slowly returning.

Last week, I bought a bikini for the first time in over eight years. And I plan on wearing it with just a smidge of well-earned pride when I go home to Florida in a few weeks.

So, listen up ladies - if you've gotten down to your ideal weight, work out and eat right, if you still can't get rid of the after-effects of carrying children and nursing them - don't rule out cosmetic surgery.

Life is too short. And you're worth it.

Swimsuit season, bring it on.

The 4th Annual Shamrock Shillelagh Clam Chowder Marching Society Democratic Fundraiser


God help me if they serve green beer...

All are cordially invited to be a part of the 4th Annual St. Patrick's Day fundraiser for the El Paso County Democratic Party to be held in the Patty Jewett Golf Course Banquet Room, 900 East Espanola, on March 15, 2008 from 7:00 to 9:30 pm.

Speaker of the Colorado House Andrew Romanoff will be the keynote speaker. Joining Representative Romanoff at the podium will be the St. Patrick's Day Parade Grand Marshal, Jim Lyons. Lyons was President Clinton's special envoy to Ireland.

Tickets--$60.00 per person--may be purchased at the door, but space is limited. To be safe, order your tickets online today.

All proceeds will benefit the El Paso County Democratic Party office operations (upon which there has been a great demand this year).

Pass the Guinness!

Tuesday, March 11, 2008

Okay, So How About Eliot Spitzer?


If he broke the law, he should step down. There. I said it.

But forgive me if I don’t get all worked up about his sexual transgressions.

High-end prostitutes don’t bother me. If a woman can make $5K an hour; go girl. And there is a huge difference between a Washington lady of the night and some crack addict who’s wandering the streets, lowering property values and attracting violent crime.

I won’t pretend otherwise.

And what about those in power who have a taste for sex?

Yawn.

Unless they rant against infidelity while doing it themselves (Gingrich, Limbaugh, etc.) or rant against homosexuality while doing it themselves (see: Craig and at least a half-dozen members of the Republican Party plus that New Life guy), I do not care if someone other than my husband is getting some strange on the side.

Don’t forget to use protection, sweetheart.

Spitzer did bust a high-end prostitution ring in NYC. How’s that for awkward… and hypocritical.

What was he thinking? Maybe he wasn’t thinking. Not about his wife and kids. Not about his political future. What is it about powerful men who sabotage themselves for a piece of ass?

They’d make an interesting psychological study.

We can start with George Washington, Thomas Jefferson, Warren Harding, FDR, Eisenhower, Kennedy, Martin Luther King, Jr. and keep going on up ‘till today.

But you know what’s even more boring than stories about politicians and their need for grown-up action? Those who judge them.

Consider this:

Back home in Tampa, Ybor City actually, is a building called El Pasaje. As a high school student, my friends and I staged a Haunted Hotel there to raise money for our drama department. It was perfect for such a production: old and rundown with a scandalous past. The El Pasaje building was renovated soon afterward and its history is still celebrated today.

Interestingly enough, that history includes El Pasaje’s run as a bordello in the late 1880s. The girls inside took care of a certain group of regular customers who made it famous. Those customers were The Rough Riders.

Imagine back in the day if Teddy Roosevelt had been busted coming out of one of El Pasaje’s bedrooms. Imagine if he had been made to call a press conference with Edith standing beside him. Our country would have missed out on quite a leader, a president who was ahead of his time.

We look back at that era with a wistful smile, murmer “How charming” when we tour old whorehouses and hear the stories that occurred there.

I find it hypocritical to stand in judgment of Governor Spitzer now.

There is a big difference between what he did and what Mark Foley tried to do with young boys.

I won’t pretend otherwise.

However, if Eliot Spitzer broke the law, he should step down.

Can’t help but wonder what if…and I’ll bet Governor Spitzer wonders, too.

Dude Talked to God. Of Course He Was High.

That's what Benny Shanon of Jerusalem’s Hebrew University said about Moses' experiences on Mount Sinai.

Funny story.

I know a girl, we'll call her Katie, who was scared to try hallucinogens. Katie's mom was a psychiatric nurse and while growing up, Katie heard horrific stories about her mom's drugged-out patients.

For example, one guy thought he was an orange and peeled himself.

That was enough to keep Katie in Designated Driver mode throughout her teenage years.

Which pleased Katie's mom, I'm sure.

Finally, in college, Katie started to get curious. She didn't do blow like Barack or Georgie. Acid concocted in some criminal's bathtub? Not for Katie's precious brain cells. Ecstasy was not her bag either. And heroin was so 1976.

Instead Katie lived the motto "if it's organic, don't panic." After all, God doesn't make mistakes.

Right? Of course, right.

One night, Katie and friends picked some mushrooms, boiled them a few times and mixed the 'shroom juice with purple Kool-Aid.

As patchouli oil scented the lamps and "Tomorrow Never Knows" played on a continuous loop, Katie stayed up all night. She danced with flowers in her hair. She read a ton of PETA material and discussed animal rights with likeminded hippies. She floated in a pool filled with magenta-colored water. She had a deep and meaningful conversation with Jesus, John Lennon and Jim Morrison before a friend pulled her back to reality.

Not a bad way to spend an evening.

Katie didn't see a burning bush or transcribe ten commandments from the Almighty, but she did swear off meat and hasn't had a bite of it since.

Good times.

Where was I?

Moses. Right.

He was totally tripping.

Monday, March 10, 2008

I should act nauseated and say, "You've got to be kidding me."

Men make better buddies than women.

Lifelong girlfriends are terrific, but men, for the most part, are easier and more entertaining to hang around.

Generally speaking, guys don't begrudge female friends their figure, intelligence, or personality. On the contrary, they seem to enjoy it.

So there's that.

Which is why, since before I can even remember, I've always had more male than female friends. Less drama and more fun. That's a motto to live by, after all.

But men can be a drag when it comes to other issues.

For example, the other day I'm talking to a friend and mentioned I was going to be in his neck of the woods later this month and maybe we could grab a bite to eat and catch up.

Homeboy says "we" better not because "temptation" might get the "better of us."

(Long pause.)

Homeboy is out of his mind.

I am friendly and flirty, but let's not get ridiculous.

I've gotten these kinds of responses a few times to what, for me, is an innocent and harmless invitation for someone to buy me lunch or a glass of wine.

Yes. Innocent and harmless. Yet I get a response like the one above. And I never laugh and point at the offender's grey hairs and tell him I've got taste.

Never.

Dude wants to think he's a stud and all that. Fine. Usually I smile and say something gracious so he doesn't get his feelings hurt.

About a year ago, right hand to God, I had someone pull a Dudley Moore on me.


I handled it with humor and a bit of grace. He didn't even realize he'd been turned down.

It's a gift.

Just because he got carried away doesn't mean a friendship has to end. Feel me?

But Homeboy is almost a senior citizen and weighs enough to qualify as a state. He deserves a boot up his arse for assuming I'm attainable.

I don't know who these men think they are - so perhaps I should go on record and say that I've been friends with well over 728 males if we start before junior high and work our way up through high school, college and beyond to today.

Well. Over. 728.

And I've only loved two, including Jesus, so -

You do the math.

In other words, I'm not attainable. Or available.

No matter who you are.

There. Now buy me a glass of wine and all is forgiven.

Sunday, March 09, 2008

Just 'Cause You're Eatin' Fruits and Veggies


Don't mean they're healthy.

Looky here, ranked from highest pesticide load to lowest:

1(worst) Peaches
2 Apples
3 Sweet Bell Peppers
4 Celery
5 Nectarines
6 Strawberries
7 Cherries
8 Lettuce
9 Grapes - Imported
10 Pears
11 Spinach
12 Potatoes
13 Carrots
14 Green Beans
15 Hot Peppers
16 Cucumbers
17 Raspberries
18 Plums
19 Oranges
20 Grapes-Domestic
21 Cauliflower
22 Tangerine
23 Mushrooms
24 Cantaloupe
25 Lemon
26 Honeydew Melon
27 Grapefruit
28 Winter Squash
29 Tomatoes
30 Sweet Potatoes
31 Watermelon
32 Blueberries
33 Papaya
34 Eggplant
35 Broccoli
36 Cabbage
37 Bananas
38 Kiwi
39 Asparagus
40 Sweet Peas-Frozen
41 Mango
42 Pineapples
43 Sweet Corn-Frozen
44 Avocado
45 (best) Onions

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Saturday, March 08, 2008

But Come On, He Was Right About Uneducated Whites...

"I'd rather entrust the government of the United States to the first 400 people listed in the Boston telephone directory than to the faculty of Harvard University."

This is a bit late in coming, but I got a lot going on.

It's no secret that I enjoy my fair share of conservative thinkers, pundits, and writers. PJ O'Rourke, Dennis Prager, George Will, and a few others who shall remain nameless.

But my favorite, or maybe second favorite, was William F. Buckley, Jr.

For years, I watched Firing Line on Channel 3 in Tampa after Meet the Press. For years, I watched and learned without realizing that Buckley was on the other side.

Maybe that's because I spent most of the broadcasts just trying to keep up.

Only quite recently did I learn that the Man With the Magic Forehead was wrong about so many things. He'd been against American involvement in World War II. He supported segregation. And apparently Buckley thought McCarthy's witchhunts in the 1950s were a good idea.

Know what? Doesn't matter.

Buckley was brilliant, entertaining, and remains my favorite, or maybe second favorite, conservative. He seemed like a nice guy. And I learned something every time I watched him sit in that swivel chair. Even when I disagreed with him, at the very least, I learned a new word.

In an age when conservative pundits are rude, demoralizing, and ignominiously cretinous - Buckley shined even brighter by comparison.

Plus he recently called Iraq a "failure."

I leave you with a clip made famous because it's one of those rare moments when Buckley actually lost his temper. I never get tired of listening to him or watching his face move every which way. And I can't think of many who could insult Gore Vidal (big fan) in such a charming manner.

What a guy.


Friday, March 07, 2008

Entertaining Emails - Ongoing

To: Catherine
From: Robin
Subject: If you make me watch your kids...

This is what I will read to them.








Thursday, March 06, 2008

Wouldn't You Like Your Chicken Without a Side of Vomit?

Chipotle is one of the more progressive places out here in which to grab a bite. Plenty of vegan offerings and for carnivores, their meat comes from animals who've never been given antibiotics or hormones.

So there's that.

Turns out, though, Chipotle isn't a big fan of controlled-atmosphere killing. This is when conscientious meat suppliers use drugs, instead of torture, to put chickens to sleep before cutting and gutting them in an effort to feed you.

I mean, really, if you're going to eat a dead animal, what's wrong with making sure it died in the most humane way possible? Not only is CAK humane, it's safer for humans and more profitable for the suits.

So there's that.

Some of the largest poultry sellers, like Safeway, CKE Restaurants (the parent company of Hardee’s and Carl’s Jr.), McDonald's and Denny’s advocate for controlled-atmosphere killing with their poultry suppliers.

Contact Chipotle and ask them to join the list. Politely please. Thanks.

Wednesday, March 05, 2008

No Carnegie Units, But a Nice Tasty Buzz

Experience Wine, LLC, is hosting a special edition of their highly acclaimed "Friendly Introduction to Wine" course to benefit Jan Hejtmanek's campaign for State Representative of House District 20.

Did I ever tell you about the time I attended my high school reunion and drank a whole bottle(s) of wine on an empty stomach? I was *delightful*.

Anyway, this event is open to the public and will be held on Sunday, March 30th, from 5:30PM to 8:00PM at Mimi's Café on North Academy Blvd.

Cost is $40 per person, or $75 per couple, but a portion of the proceeds will benefit the campaign. Advance reservations are required and can be made online here.

Everyone is welcome! To learn more about Jan, visit her website.

Is It Oldtimer's Disease - Or Something Else?

According to the Sierra Club, Republican nominee for President John McCain says he supports clean energy.

Hmmm...curious. McCain was the only lawmaker who didn't show up the last time the Senate voted on renewable energy tax incentives -- which failed to pass by just one vote.

All is not lost, though.

The Senate will vote on renewable energy again in April, so Johnny has another chance -- provided he shows up.

You can help him remember by sending him an e-card: Dear John -- Don't Forget to Vote this time.

When It Comes to HealthCare Reform - Who is Better?


Obama or Clinton?

According to Marilyn Clement, National Coordinator for Healthcare - NOW, neither is all that hot.

"What is obvious to all of us is that neither of them is willing to utter the S word – Single Payer," she said in a recent email. "They have been terrified by the traditionalist Washington Beltway groups who insist that single payer is not feasible.

"However, more and more know that the insurance companies are killing people – every day. The new statistics show that 101,000 people in the U.S. die unnecessarily from illness – far more than any of the single payer countries that provide healthcare for all of their people.

"Hillary Clinton supports the atrocious individual mandate program introduced in Massachusetts and California by Republican governors Romney and Schwarzenegger. It is also supported by the Heritage Foundation and the insurance companies who are making a killing off of the fact that the government of Massachusetts is criminalizing anyone in the state who does not purchase insurance from them. Many of them are being forced to pay penalties even though they still don’t have any health insurance. Ms Clinton almost got it right in one of the debates when she said, well, if people were not required to participate, the Medicare and Social Security programs wouldn’t work.

"Barack Obama too is requiring everyone to purchase insurance, even when he talks about his plan that would allow everyone to participate in the Federal Employees program – a program that provides everybody with a list of private insurance companies from whom they must purchase their insurance.

"To be fair, both Hillary and Barack talk about some kind of public plan too. No details yet.

"We should be clear that we don’t have to wait any longer. We are the ones we have been waiting for, to quote June Jordan and Miss Ella Baker of the civil rights movement. We have work to do right now."

Visit her site and join the movement. We need you.

Tuesday, March 04, 2008

...from CIVIC Concern


State legislators returned to Tallahassee today for the beginning of the annual 60-day legislative session. Getting the most attention this year are the revenue shortfalls and resulting necessity to cut $2 billion from the budget.

But many other important issues will be up for debate, including property insurance, health care access, and FCAT reform.

Please remember that when we band together, we can affect change.

Last fall, CIVIC collected more than 3000 of our signatures on a petition urging the legislature to address the expiration of personal injury protection auto insurance. A few weeks later, after months of refusing to address the issue, the legislature took up and passed a bill to renew the law.

I know. We're all kinds of bad ass.

Stay tuned for the launch of a new CIVIC initiative. For a sneak peak at their new 30-second ad, click here.

In the meantime, use their online tool to contact your senator and state representative and let them know the issues you want them to focus on during the Session.

Whatever Happened To Bonfires on the Beach?


I’m not so old that I don’t remember having fun in wacky ways when I was a teenager.

--Keggers in the Pasco County woods listening to locally-made, homegrown bands while enjoying locally-made, homegrown organic refreshments.

--Snagging street signs like “Tobacco Road” and “Stoner Woods.”

--Gathering in front of fiery wooden planks with drunks driving past us down Courtney Campbell Causeway.

--“Borrowing” multi-colored flags from apartment complexes and car dealerships to decorate some guy’s apartment.

--Drag racing Van Dyke before crashing the afterparty off Smitter Road .

--“Temporarily using” yellow lights from roadblocks to decorate some guy’s backseat.

--Sneaking onto a ship docked at Harbor Island just to drink lemonade and lager with a few hundred British sailors.

--Letting eggs and toilet paper express our anger when someone broke up with Sharon. (We didn’t have blogs back then.)

But nowadays…these kids…I tell ya.

This past weekend, one of my students, Alison*, participated in a scavenger hunt with eighty of her closest friends. Each team put in some money and the ones who checked the most off their lists in a specified amount of time won about four hundred dollars.

Alison’s team won.

“What was on the list?” I asked.

Big mistake.

“I had to drink a glass full of raw eggs," she said. "My friend Toad had to swallow a live goldfish and then throw it up. Roxy had to get her nipples pierced. She swore it didn’t hurt. We had a whole list. But we ignored anything that said we had to drink shots of liquor or smoke weed. Aren’t you proud of me?’

(long pause)

“You had to vomit a goldfish?” I asked.

“No,” she said. “Toad did.”

My friends and I did scavenger hunts, too. But the weirdest thing we ever had to find was a hot exchange student wandering around Mission Bell who would get in our car without resistance.

But.

We did it while enjoying organic refreshments.

So yes, Allison, I suppose I am proud that at least you were sober when you drank the eggs. That’s gotta count for something.

Sunday, March 02, 2008

A Fiction Break


For those of you who haven't met Olivia, get caught up.

Then read Chapter 4.

Opinions? Let 'em flow like a mudslide.

Saturday, March 01, 2008

Shabbat Across America

March 7, 2008
5:30 pm-8:30 pm

Temple Shalom
1523 E. Monument Street
Colorado Springs, CO 80909
719-634-5311