So Fast

It seems like it was just a week or two ago that I walked Vic into his first day of kindergarten, and here we are, already at the start of Winter break. He's terribly excited to not have school. I had thought it would take a few years before the shininess of school would wear off and break would seem like a good thing. But no, I was wrong. He's beside himself! Tomorrow is his class Christmas party. He gets to sing the dreidel song in front of his class, and then he gets to help me teach his class how to play dreidel. We went to World Market and found the cutest wooden dreidels and the chocolate gelt. He's just sad that he can't eat the gelt. I told him he could use Skittles instead, and he seemed even more excited at that prospect.
Once school lets out on Friday, there will only be a few short days to get ready for the start of Hanukkah, and then a few short days before Christmas. We've never done a big deal for Hanukkah before. I've always lit the menorah by myself, for myself, but I've never done any other celebrating. I'm a touch nervous. I'm sure it will be a touch awkward and clumsy, but it'll be fun. I got the boys a menorah of their own to light. I'll let Vic try to light it on his own. That will be an adventure in it's own right. Vic and fire should probably not make friends very often if I want the house to survive the holiday season. I've invited friends over for the first night. I'll make a big dinner and the kids can open their gifts. I bought some books for them to read and some games to play. I'm hoping it'll distract them long enough for me to get some pictures. Really, what I'm hoping, is that they'll remember the fun, the family, the light they bring to our lives.

I'm not sure how much I'll get blogged for the next few weeks while the kids are off, so if I don't get back to it, have a wonderful holiday!

Ruminations and Giving Thanks

Some things should stay INSIDE my head.

Another Year Gone

It's crazy how quickly time seems to pass. I remember as a kid, marking the days between birthdays and Christmases that seemed to go on and on and on just to annoy me. Each day seemed like a lifetime, each year an eternity. Any more, it's hard to see the days, let alone the years as they fly by. I don't mark time by holidays anymore. I mark time by the size of my kids' pants and the length of their hair, the piles of laundry, and the stains in the carpet. Birthdays roll around, and where once there were parties and excitement, there's a quiet nod and a wave as another year ends and a new one begins.
I don't hate my birthday. I don't hate getting older. In fact, since I was very little, very young, I can remember being excited to get older, loving the idea that the older I got, the more I could do. I hate the idea of getting old. I hate the idea of getting out of touch, and rusty, and crusty, and just out of sync with the world. I hate the idea of becoming soft-bodied and hard-hearted. I know it doesn't have to be that way, but I've seen what happens to the women in my family as they age. There are two roads, one leads to crazy and the other to crabby. Neither appeals to me. In fact, they both frighten me immensely. So, although I've only just begun my 31st year, I've decided to lay the foundation for a new road. I don't know where it leads, but I know it isn't where the others have gone. And when I'm ready to walk down it, I'm sure I'll be rockin' my tiara, my pin-stripped pants, and heels, or chucks if I decide to pave it in cupcake shaped cobblestone just for kicks.
And to those of you who've traveled down the road that has led me through this year, thank you. You make this journey rich with love and laughter. I can only hope that you continue to travel with me, paving as we go, so that I might have a chance to repay you.

Dear Victor and Oscar,

When you wake up tomorrow, it will be a brand new day.
For the entirety of your lives, we have lived in a nation submerged in doubt, fear, war, and deceit. Every day of your short lives I have worried about your futures, about the paths lying before you as citizens of this country and of this world. I have lain awake nights worrying about this war we’re in, and fearing that someday your names would be called to serve, to die, like so many before you. I have lain awake nights dreading the morning light; knowing that the coming dawn will bring higher gas prices, higher food prices, higher everything prices, and knowing that each cent spent on the basic needs of daily living leaves less to provide for your education, for your future. For the entirety of your lives we have lived under the direction of a President with no moral code, with no ethics, no conscience. We have lived in the shadow of his ego and self-serving ambitions. We haven’t seen the sun for 8 years.
But tomorrow, tomorrow when you wake up, you will wake up to the sun. Tonight as you sleep, the people of this nation have spoken. The people of this nation have decided that they are tired of the darkness. They are tired of the cold, impersonal, and abusive policies we’ve struggled and failed under for the last 8 years. They are through with hate and negativity and abuse.
Tonight, the people of this great nation elected Barack Obama to be the next president of the United States of America.
Barack Obama will not be able to end the war on his own. He will not be able to lower gas prices, food prices, anything prices on his own. He will not pay the mortgage or put food on our table. He will not send you to college. He will not be able to change anything on his own or immediately. He is not the messiah. He is not a god. He is but a man. But he is change. With his election, there is hope. With his election, there is potential for greatness that has not yet existed in your lives. He is the first black man to ever hold the office of President. And it’s a beautiful thing that the color of his skin will mean nothing to you when you are old enough to understand it. With his election, he has changed the very landscape laid out before you. The good he does will only add to the beauty of that landscape. I can’t wait for us to be a part of that good, to leave our mark on that landscape.
When you wake up tomorrow, we are going to celebrate. It’s a brave new world, my little men, and it’s full of hope.
Love,
Mama

Even Arnold Thinks You're Tarded

On Tuesday, in California, we'll be voting on more than the presidential race. As in every other state, we'll be voting on local measures and propositions. Proposition 8 asks the citizens of this state to ban gay marriage. It is asking us to openly and proudly embrace bigotry and hate, to teach our children that some people are better, more deserving of protection and respect, than others, and to generally be a huge disappointment to humanity. Fuck that shit. There is NOTHING good about Proposition 8. There is nothing good that can come from its passage. How anyone can read that tripe and see something good in it is beyond me. Even our governor, the Governator himself, who has often shown himself to be a first class pig, is opposed to this proposition.
As is Dianne Feinstein:

And Margaret Cho:

And Ellen:


and a whole host of other people who all have brains and working consciences. Look, I don't give a shit what the proponents of this proposition say. I am a teacher. I can tell you first hand that what you NEED to be worried about your kids learning is not happening in the classroom. It's happening on the playgrounds, in the cafeteria, on the walk to and from school, at home, on the Internet and anywhere there are kids who walk and talk and think for themselves. And let me tell you, what they ARE learning and learning about is FAR scarier than two people loving each other enough to want to spend eternity legally bound to each other. If you're worried about the things your kids are learning, what you need to do is talk to your kids. What you need to do is take the time to get to know your kids, get to know their friends, get to know the parents of their friends. What you need is to take responsibility for the raising of your kids, and be a responsible parent. If you want to be a bigot, that's your prerogative. If you want to raise little bigots, again, your prerogative. But your lifestyle choices are not my responsibility to maintain, nor should they be my burden to uphold. If they deny me and mine our rights, then they become my problem.
I, for one, hope that come Tuesday, the collective good of the Universe rains down upon California, and gives the Mormon Church and its cohorts a giant f-you finger with an overwhelming NO vote on Prop 8. I know I'll be waving my finger proudly as I cast my vote. I hope you'll join me.

The only thing about this presidential race

that I will miss when it's over, is the funny.
Like this:


I love everything about this video. But I especially love the moosehead-wearing piano player guy. You sir, are hilarious and awesome!

(found here by way of my friend Kim's net surfing!)

Cakes! I Makez Dem!

I like to make cakes. For every birthday, I make a special cake for each of my boys in whatever shape they choose. I make them for other occasions too.
I've made Spiderman: which I can't find a picture of.

A Lightening McQueen:

A green Power Ranger:

Pablo the Backyardigan:


A flaming sword:


A corset cake for my sister's bridal shower:


And the other day, I made a yarn cake:

I am so flippin' proud of this cake! It's the first time I've made a cake with any kind of 3-D element on it. And it actually looks like what it's supposed to look like, unless my friends are just humoring me :)!
There's no real reason for this post, other than that I'm all geeked out over my cakes, and kinda wondering if I should make them more than just a hobby. They are fun to make, and relatively easy, but they are time consuming and can be expensive, and I have no idea what kind of a market there is for stuff like this. I do know that the laws in Cali make it virtually impossible for me to run a legitimate cake business out of my home, because it's just not big enough and I only have on kitchen, so it would be complicated.
Anyway, that's just one of the things occupying space in my brain. No matter what I decide to do, my kids still get killer cakes for their birthdays, and I have fun making them. :)
Peace out, homies.
L