Human Dignity Rally Today!

If you live where I live, I hope to see you today at the Capitol.  4pm sharp!

A group of fantastic humans have put together a gathering to demand an ear from our legislature – they’re calling it a Human Dignity Rally.


The juxtaposition could not be any more stark.
 Prop 8 is overturned in California and marriages could start again soon.  Washington just passed in their legislature full marriage equality.  They join six other states as well as DC offering full marriage.  12 States offer… some sort of legal recognition of LGBT relationships; less than 12 states have statewide non-discrimination policies that cover sexual orientation AND gender identity. While the rest of the world debates true equality, Utah is another story entirely.
Utah: denies us the basic protection to not be forcibly fired or removed from our homes for the simple reason that we are lesbian, gay, bisexual or transgender!
We can’t take this sort of BULLYING from the legislature anymore.  A revolution is beginning and we want to start it off with a rally at the State Capitol. Join us for a showing of force by the LGBTQ community and our allies as we say enough is enough.  We deserve our HUMAN DIGNITY.
Hope to see you there!


Almost 5 years ago, we got a call from Yegs.  His mom had decided they could no longer keep his 9 month old golden retriever and he begged Cristy to let us have her.  In the same call he told us that she chewed up the dining room chairs, she chewed up the backyard sprinkling system and was just, in general, a really bad dog.

I’m not sure what tipped the scale (other than his crying little voice) but this is what we ended up with.

God bless Molly Tomato – aka Mawyee.

32 Months

I don’t typically count the months anymore but it seemed appropriate.

Do any of you watch Parenthood?  If so, do you cry every through every damn episode?  Because seriously!  Part of the story is that one of the sisters and her husband have been trying to adopt a baby.  They know the birthmom and have walked the pregnancy with her.  She even lived with them, at one point.

If you read my last blog, you know that we were matched with another baby girl right before Glory.  Her birthmom was just 18 years old and terribly poor.  She lived with her grandmother (parents in prison) and they had been relocated (to nowhere) after Katrina swallowed their home in 2006.  She was desperate.  Her baby was 5 days old and she was worried about being able to feed her.  As I spoke with her, I fell in love with her.  I remember asking Cristy if we could just adopt them both.  I loved her and she loved her baby girl immensely.

The day she was supposed to get on a plane to bring her here, she changed her mind and decided to parent.  Of course, I was devestated.  I was at the mall, looking at baby furniture, when Cristy called to tell me.  I can still feel the pain of her words.  I remember every step I took trying to get to my car before breaking down.  But I couldn’t blame her.  I remember thinking, “I would’ve changed my mind too.”  It was the right thing for her.  And for Brielle, her daughter.  And it was probably the right thing for me because had I met that little girl (the mommy) I wouldn’t have been able to feel real joy without being able to share it with her.

I think about them all the time.  She would be just a few weeks older than Glory and I hope she’s just as full of life & love.

As for Glory, we think of her birthmom daily.  I don’t know her story – not much of it anyway.  But I love her with all my heart.  She could’ve made a number of different decisions for Glory but she chose us.  I wonder what it would be like to be able to share Glory’s life with her – while also hoping she would share those first 9 months that I missed.  I wish she could read here and see what a fantastic child she brought in to this world.  I wish she could really know who much she’s loved – so that there’s never a day where she wonders.

you have given me 32 months of pure bliss.  I will love & protect our little girl with every ounce of my being.  Upward & onward to THREE YEARS OLD.

Love, me.

My Favorite Zoo Animal!


When I was younger, I craved adventure!  I learned how to ski when I was 3 years old.  I rode my bike all over the earth.  I loved 4 wheeling and rock climbing and even jumped out of a perfectly good plane 7 times.  Now a days, I’m a boohoo.  Everyone else’s tragedies have tainted my bravery level – not to mention the 30 extra pounds I could lose.

I grew up skiing.  We literally went skiing every single weekend through the winters.  We would pack a picnic, grab our gear and be gone until sundown.  My brothers and I would ditch our parents and find the most fantastic trails through the trees.  We’d find little jumps and tell each other that we “just landed a 12 footer!”  We participated in the Coca Cola Cup races every year and my brother Paul won a 3rd prize medal once.  It was amazing.  I thought I would ski until I died.

But somewhere along the way, I stopped.  It could’ve been after my brother had a terrible fall and cut his nose off his face.  Yeah, that might’ve been it.  But my brother is still a crazy skier and all of his kids ski or board.  I just stopped one year.  And a few years after that, I sold my gear and never bought it again.

But yesterday, after a decade or so, I skied.  My yodad got us passes for Christmas and we finally used them up!  Well, we partially used them up because God knows we didn’t make it ALL day but it was fantastic!  So fun!  Far more adventurous than we’ve dared lately and it was the first time Cristy and I have ever skied together.  Weird, right?  8 whole years and it’s just 20 minutes away.

It was amazing skiing with my yodad & sister.  He works up there on the weekends so, needless to say, he was a tiny bit better than me.  But still, he was patient and kind and hopefully had as much fun as we did.

Our last run was pretty awful.  I thought, by the time it was over, we were either going to kill each other or run over a very small child.  At one point, some kid slid in to Cristy and she actually snapped at him.  I should haven called the snow patrol at that point but we pulled through.  From that run, we went straight to the bar and from the bar we went straight to the car.  It was a perfect 6 hours or so and I hope we do it all over again very soon.

The Crew


So I’m not religious.  And 40 days is a really long time.  But I do love Jesus and the idea of giving something up – a sacrifice – doesn’t seem like too much in comparison, right?  But then I went back through the years and thought about things I’ve given up.  Red meat, any meat but fish, cafe mochas, chocolate, soda, french fries, some dumb girl, another dumb girl, and so on.  What next?

I want to succeed.  I want to feel good at the end – you know, like I really wanted what I gave up but feel great that I was able to keep my promise.  Blogging was an option but that just seems mean.  (to me)  Facebook would be a good alternative but then I’d miss seeing all my friends that don’t blog.  I should give up Criminal Minds because it gives me nightmares but it’s just SO good – I’d surely fail at that.

Instead, 2 things.  Every morning, I will stretch and reflect on the blessings in my life.  There’s nothing bad about being more bendy and I really do have that much to be grateful for.  And I will not drink any brown soda.  This one isn’t hard, as I don’t drink much soda now but it’s something, right?  I realize this doesn’t mean much to Jesus and I certainly can’t give my brown soda to the poor (part of the meaning of Lent) but I will give to the Food Bank before Easter.  – $$ and food donation. So…3 things.

These are my sacrifice(s).  Not much.  But doable.  I’ll be proud of myself on Easter morning!  As a non-catholic, I think this is pretty good.  Welcome to Ash Wednesday.  🙂


She’s 2

Sure, she’s on the closer side to 3.  And she’s tall enough to be 4.  But I have to remind myself, she’s only 2 and there’s a reason they call them terrible.

Don’t get me wrong, she’s practically perfect.  Even delicious.  But boy does she try to make me admit I’m old and impatient and slow and tired.  She breaks crayons.  She throws her waffle on the floor when she’s had enough.  She has somehow forgotten what “no” means – unless she’s saying it to me.  She’s stingy with her hugs & kisses.  She’ll ask for something once – after that, she’ll demand it.

At the same time, she has learned her manners.  She says please & thank you.  She even says “scuse me” when she needs you to move or when she makes an unattractive noise from her body.

But then she’ll throw her shoe at me from the backseat of the car.  Or turn over her bowl of oatmeal when I ask her to finish.  Or she’ll take the sheets of her bed, knowing I’ll make it 3 times and give up on her nap.

Normal?  A bit too sassy?  Any tips that will help my old, impatient, tired self?

Sassy Pants

Post Love Fest

I do love Valentine’s.  I loved taking Glory to school and giving out suckers to her friends.  I loved watching her get treats from them – thinking it must really be a special day.  I set out her present in the morning and made her wait for her brother to open it after school.  She ached every time she saw it.  I loved delivering Valentine’s to her grandparents and cousins.

This holiday is way more about my love to watch HER than it is for her.  But in a couple of years, she’ll be all over it!  (ya know, with that great shoebox WE make for class!)  I seriously can’t wait until she’s old enough for ding dong ditch.  You did that too, right?  – dropped your valentine, rang the doorbell and ran away?  I suppose that could be a Utah thing…

Anyway, here’s some of our love to you.

Out the Window

(Im)patiently Waiting