Wednesday, January 30, 2008
Saturday, January 5, 2008
I like to get into discussions about politics and religion with my Grandma, who lives on a farm in Kansas and says things like, "oh, Jaime, you wouldn't get an abortion, would you? I just don't see a good reason for that kind of thing," and "You're not going to vote for that Clinton woman are you?"
Here comes a huge stereotype, but I think the way my grandma thinks of my views is right in line with the general consensus of the Midwest of us Californians: (Sure, wars are messy, but I'm proud of our troops and I stand behind our President. Obama? Doesn't sound like a name I'm gonna trust. Tornadoes and hurricanes and ice storms been ripping through here my whole life, I don't know about all that Global Warming stuff. Seems to me it's getting colder.)
Okay, my grandma's not that bad, but there's a huge, flat, red portion of our country that's influential enough that John Kerry's not President right now.
Over the holidays I discovered that our very own San Diego is a breeding ground for Christian conservatives, too. And one of them's now my stepfather-in-law. Kansas is one thing, and I love my family dearly, despite our political differences. But in California, being surrounded by liberals apparently makes the far right that much more militant.
Dude doesn't recycle, because "recycling is for liberals."
My grandma recycles.
- "fur mince" - as in "for a minute" i.e. Mom, can you hold this fur mince?
- "E-en" - her sister's name is Eden, but Maz has always pronounced it with a silent D (these two are particularly savory because Mazzy's pronunciation has always been nearly flawless)
- "not until yet" - me: Maz, it's naptime. Are you ready to brush your teeth? Maz: Not until yet!
- "...or somethin." - How about we watch a movie or somethin. You should go in the kitchen or somethin. I could have some chocolate or somethin.
I was working at her school a couple weeks before Christmas, and they were making little reindeer ornaments out of the kids' feet and hand prints. There were all kinds of embelishments and glue, so all their creations were laid out to dry on a big drying rack. I was walking by them and eyeballing (pun intended) a particularly wacky one, thinking, "I wish Mazzy would make something like that." And the next schoolday there it was in Maz's cubby. She did make it. And my faith in her sense of artistic freedom was restored.
And, finally, we'll never forget this Christmas as the one when Mazzy first laid eyes on Santa.
Not that I've been busy or anything.
A brief recap of my Winter so far: cooked thanksgiving dinner, kids got sick. Christmas Parade. Stepmom passed away, kids got sick. I got sick. Christmas tree passed away, but remained in the house for several more weeks as an exciting fire hazard. Another Christmas Parade. Kids still sick. Shipped Christmas boxes (no small feat). Jon's Uncle passed away. Solstice (Christmas #1). Drove to Tahoe for Christmas #2. Everyone gets better. Santa comes. Christmas. Drove back home, kids got sick. Threw dead Christmas tree down the hill. Took Mazzy to the Nutcracker. Kari has her baby. Saw ALO on New Year's Eve (first night out since baby #2!). Mazzy gets pink-eye. Eden gets pink-eye. I get this crazy hole-in-my-throat-itchy-nose-itchy-ears-constant-sneezing thing. And pink-eye.
And a Happy New Year to you, too.