My crush on my new grocery store continues. I can now log in, and they have a clickable PDF of my local circular so I can select items from the newspaper ad and put them in my online shopping cart.

OMG. Love.

Freebird is at school today, with what amounts to a nasty cough and
hopefully nothing else. But lately, he has been wandering about the house
telling us, “I don’t feel very much.”

Poor three year old. On one hand, articulating feelings of not-good?
Excellent! On the other hand, cuteness that makes us bite our lips to keep
from laughing, which might hurt his feelings? Very difficult!

Let’s celebrate Freebird turning 3 by having a cold! For All of us together! Baba is coughing, I’m stuff, Hubby has a sore throat, and Freebird is feverish and tells us he “doesn’t feel very much.”

Poor kid. He’s home with Daddy today. Let there be WIGGLES!

Three years ago today, I was laboring with indescribable intensity thanks to Pitocin, and on my way to becoming a mom. I’m so blessed to have my dudes. Happy third birthday to Freebird, who is an awesome, fantastic, amazing little boy. Party on dude!

We’re the only people in the theater.

Hubby: if no one comes in, wanna have sex?

It’s really fucking insulting for me to say to any gay American that they should wait for the old bigots to die off, for their opinions to cease counting in such numbers, for their reasoning to be proven faulty (though you can’t reason the prejudice out of someone, ‘cause it wasn’t reasoned in there in the first place) once and for all. But it seems that the only option right now is to wait and try again.

I still believe in Christopher Reeve’s definition of Family Values from the 1996 DNC: “I think it means that we’re all family. And that we all have value.”

The Joy:

I’ve never seen the whole country celebrate at once. I’ve never witnessed a national celebration - even though 46% of the country’s voters were not celebrating, (and were in fact booing, a decision I find so repulsive) there was a national party. It doesn’t even happen on New Year’s - we divide the party up across four time zones. But last night, there was cheering and dancing in every part of America. In the streets.

I’ve seen a majority of the United States when it’s been sad. I’ve seen the entire country sad and hurt. I’ve never seen the majority of the United States of America so happy. I’ve never seen a national party that big, that joyous, and that amazing.

Wow. I am so honored to have witnessed it. President Obama has a hard road a head to say the least, but I hope that he can keep the inspiration and enthusiasm of the people who volunteered for him and channel it in to public service of other kinds. I’m embarrassed to say that our finances didn’t permit contributions this year beyond a very little, and I’m equally embarrassed to say that my two jobs didn’t allow me time to volunteer. But even from my position of relative inertia in the midst of supreme busyness, I am inspired to do something, and do something soon. Now, even.

One last good before I move on to the bad: Prop 11 in South Dakota, the most restrictive ballot initiative designed solely to challenge Roe v. Wade by virtually eliminating access to an abortion for any woman - in a state where getting one is already impossible: FAILED.