August 2008

This post at punkass blog, inspired me to ask, why don’t we run our own series of nastymobiles, only instead of these vomitous pictures of embryos on the sides of buses  we can show blow-up pictures of used tampons.  Because really, every egg & uterine lining is sacred* and we must acknowledge that fact.


Dear X:

Upon receiving an email which states that it is your responsibility to enforce certain requirements, and said email is cc’d to your supervisor and his supervisor, it is generally not a good idea to email back, hitting reply all, and admit ignoring, and thus not enforcing, said requirements for the past five years.  Couching that admission in the language of ‘gee, we never did that before’ does not protect that admission from making you look stupid.

That is all.


BB finally lost a tooth.  Well, in the normal way as opposed to the one he knocked out on the playground when he was two.  I wouldn’t be so excited except that he has had crowns on his two front teeth for 4 years now (one chipped in the same playground accident and the other chipped for causes unknown).  Anyway, the caps, crowns or whatever they are that they put on baby teeth are obviously not the high-end version since it only needs to last a few years and trust me, these things diminished BB’s cuteness factor.  It was driving me nuts b/c all his school friends had lost at least one if not several baby teeth.  It’s not that I had any competitive sense behind it (I mean physiology is phyisology), I was just eager for these half-fake ugly ones to be gone.  One down and one to go!

So the jolt family went to the renaissance fair today – a gathering about an hour or so away where you pay to enter a park that pretends to be in the times of the renaissance — all the shows, the food (the food names anyway) and various games and shops.

It was fun, mostly.  But a part of my brain could not shut off the fact that the real renaissance was probably not that great for women.  Or anyone that was poor.  Or otherwise “other”.

But the costumes were fun to see.  All the people working there were in costume, and many of the people visiting were in costume, too. (the jolts were sadly plebian, aside from plastic swords the boys won in some of the kids’ games early on).

One particularly appalling thing I saw, was this ‘lovely’ couple, with child, with t-shirts that I’m guessing they won’t (hoping they won’t) wear when the child in the stroller is old enough to read.  His t-shirt: two figures on it – one the basic universal woman like you see on restroom signs, with the text “your girlfriend” underneath.  The other figure the outline similar to the playboy form you see on some trucks mudflaps with the text “my girlfriend”. Nice.  And the lady who was with him wore a t-shirt that across the critical portion of her torso said “nice rack” with a picture of a medievel torture rack on it.

Ugh.  That and the fact that there was a “castle dungeon” where one, for the low low price of 2 bucks, could go see torture were the definite lowlights of the day.  I have no idea what was in the dungeon, if it was some sort of joke, or like the icky parts of a wax museum, but I was super weirded out by the concept that, even in jest, people would pay 2 bucks to see ‘torture’.  No wonder we are such a fucked up world — we take evil, pretend it only happened long ago and that its safe to laugh about, and turn it into a joke.

Conversation between BB (6) and LB (4) this evening:

LB: I love my friend Michael!

BB: [LB]!  You can’t marry Michael – not here — you’d have to move to Boston!


Which just goes to show that if you address an issue with your kids matter of factly (i.e., same sex marriage) they will treat it matter of factly.  I have no idea in what context LB was discussing his love of Michael (as a friend, as more, as whatever – he’s 4 – and really, it doesn’t matter) but I was half surprised BB even knew the difference between the state we’re in and Massachusetts vis-a-vis same-sex marriage until I had a vague recollection of a conversation BB and I had several months ago about how different people loved different people and how some states were mean and wouldn’t let certain people who loved each other marry each other.  So on second thought, I’m not surprised he remembered – it’s not a difficult concept unless you try to make it so.

Now, if only I could get more matter of fact about  god and politics.  I have a weird tendency to pause when asked questions about these areas by BB, although, to be fair, BB has a tendency to ask about them while we’re driving in rush hour traffic.  Do you know how hard it is to talk about god (and why some people believe and some people don’t) while you are trying to merge onto an interstate?!?

Sorry folks, I cam back from my hiatus at an awkward time – just before we went to the beach and then I was home briefly before swanning off to my hometown for my 20th highschool reunion.  Which was actually fairly fun, even though the dj sucked (he was from our class, I’m hoping we got a discount because the guy did not know 80s music and he did not know what people liked to dance to, despite requests!). 

But I got to say hello to a bunch of people, althought there were a good dozen or so people I would have liked to have seen there just to see what they were up to.  And most people seemed to have gotten over themselves (with a few exceptions which my friend R and I ignored).  That’s the nice thing about a fairly large class – about 600 – there were almost 300 people  (including SOs – only about half the people there had brought them) so you could avoid people that appeared to be reliving their h.s. years a little too intently.  There was a family bbq the next day, but I didn’t go b/c I hadn’t brought my family out (they were spending the week with mr. jolt and his mom doing some cabin-camping) R couldn’t go (having left on her vacation with her son the very next morning) and because having seen who I wanted to, and having reconnected with a few that I will hopefully stay in touch with via email, I had absolutely no desire for a second round of small talk and chatter.

Instead, I went wine tasting with my mom and her husband (I don’t say stepdad because I had one of those and it doesn’t count when they marry after you’ve already had kids – not that he’s not nice, but he’s not a ‘dad’).  Anyway, it was lovely because I hadn’t done any real wine tasting since before the kids were born, aside from a rushed hour or so (which is not nearly long enough) the last time we were out there a couple of years ago.  Then I couldn’t enjoy it b/c I was worrying about my mom with the kids (she’s not the overly maternal sort and she’s not long on patience). 

So anyway, it was a lovely sunday drive with stops at beautiful spots with lovely rooms.  We had a picnic on some winery grounds.  The bread was fantastic.  It’s one thing we have not been able to find here – a source of really good bread (although the new wegman’s has helped somewhat).