pause for a moment of science

In the words of our California District 10 Representative today:

Here in the Central Valley we’re blessed with an abundance of the Earth’s natural resources.

Jeff Denham is right. It’s one of the many things that make the Central Valley, California unique and special. And, in spite of Mr. Denham’s voting record to date, perhaps why he reluctantly agreed that climate change is real facing many of his constituents in that town hall earlier this week. We shall see if he votes his words later this week as he returns back to Washington, to vote on, among other things, HR 861.

We’ll be here back home in CA District 10 watching. Count on it!

Meanwhile…

And we did...hundreds of us in Victory Park in Stockton. We gathered and joined hands round the perimeter of the park in solidarity as a critical mass because we value science and all that it does for us, all that it means to us.

Hundreds clasping hands together and joining millions all over the world for Science and to remember that no science is immune the infection of politics and the corruption of power (Jacob Bronowski).

But now,” says the Once-ler, “now that you’re here, the word of the Lorax seems perfectly clear. UNLESS someone like you cares a whole awful lot, nothing is going to get better. It’s not.
― Dr. Seuss, The Lorax

unicorn dos and don’ts

Unicorns are in the news this week in a very big, almost sickening sweet kind of way. Please don’t ask baristas like my darling daughter how they really feel about that flavor changing, color changing, totally not made up Unicorn Frappuccino because they just might tell you. I would add too that you and I don’t need to chide them either reminding them that they should just be thankful that they have a job making our frappuccinos because frankly, every barista I have known…or have given birth to – times three…is actually mostly thankful making lovely caffeinated and sugary concoctions and greeting all who pass through – whether those whom they serve return the greetings or not. But, like you, like me, like pretty much every single human on the planet who has a job, some days the job just sucks and in order to convince ourselves to come back the next day to do it all over again, a person just has to vent…a little…a lot. If you have never, ever, ever hated your job and complained even just a teensy, tinsy little bit, well then I guess you get to be the unicorn who can tell a barista to shut up, be thankful and make that frappuccino now, dammit. But yeah, the Unicorn Frappuccino seems to be a big thing and just might be the most basic thing too.

I might be right.

Meanwhile, unicorns, that are the gingers, the 2% of this world, are not cannibals so we shall stick to our strawberries and cream, caramel cream and cold brews as we do.

After all, we need to be properly fueled for our unicorn-y, Spring Break-y, Mima and grand girls adventures.

Choosing THE song of the Summer because, sure it’s only April but, Summer is coming. Get ready. We told you here…today.

And creating,

as unicorns do.

Has it really been TEN years since I was last coloring and creating at Color Me Mine, now, in it’s new location known as Pottery Magic Modesto?

Oh my goodness! It has! It has been ten years. But honestly, I don’t have the time to think about that.

It’s time to pick up Uncle Daniel and yeah, we might be unicorns, but we just might be a little bit basic too, as we are taking selfies in the school pickup line.

Okay, one more because my grand girls asked me to.

democracy remains messy

Today we find our master juggler attending her very first congressional town hall meeting. Yes, my first because there has to be a first time. I would offer the mommy card raising a circus act of babies but there was this beautiful mom there with her most adorable baby secure in her Mobi wrap and sometimes breastfeeding, which would shame me to even offer that excuse. .

But this mama is woke now and she was here tonight at her very first Congressional Town Hall event…eight hours after having lumbar and sacral joint nerves destroyed in her spine via radio frequency ablation. No, really that is the actual medical insurance code description for that surgical procedure that I had today on my spine. The local the doctor injected into my spine was wearing off at right about the start of the town hall too, which made sitting in a hard straight back chair in a crowded auditorium of my fellow California District 10 constituents all the more fun.

Heh.

It was. Fun, that is. It was loud and messy as democracy often is. Mr. Denham might not have appreciated it as much as I did.

Oh well.

It was an education and, at times entertaining. Thank you to you for that. I doubt that you found it to be entertaining but I do hope that you found it to be perhaps a little bit enlightening because BIGLY SURPRISE your voting record and your positions on issues of importance to the people who live here in CA District 10 actually don’t represent many of us here in District 10.

You promise to see us again at the next town hall; which I do look forward to. Truth be told, I’m looking forward more to November 2018.

a day when even my lucky underpants don’t help

Was it a bad day for you too?

I mean, it’s not every day the Mother Of All Bombs gets dropped…RIGHT???!!! What else could happen? Two thin-skinned, narcissistic despots with nuclear weapons poised for a pissing contest – okay!

Was it a bad day for you too?

It couldn’t get any harder except for just navigating the day in pain. Yes, still. It couldn’t possibly get any harder, any more stressful.

Heh!

Not a stellar day in the life of parenting a neuro-diverse kid.

Gonna try harder. Gonna do better. Tomorrow. It’s all that I can do.

You know, Hobbes, some days even my lucky rocket ship underpants don’t help.”
~ Bill Watterson