Chellisms

Spoiled Much?

Looking back through Christmas photos I can definitely see that my kids are spoiled. Eh, oh well.

Photos are up at Flickr.

Labels: Christmas, Kidlets

Revelations, Part 2

I am not sure where to start with this one. Somehow the religion revelation was easier to write.

A few months ago I got an e-mail from a friend that was a petition, asking me to sign it or contact my congressman. Basically it explained that there was a bill being discussed in the senate that would make California textbooks include sexual orientation of historical contributors, including gays, lesbians, bisexuals and transgenders. The bill stated that it would also bar negative portrayals of those individuals.

Let me just say that I did not sign my name nor did I contact my congressman. Why not? The petition was against including these individuals in textbooks.

I did not respond to this e-mail in any way. I read it, disagreed and deleted it. I didn't try to change my friends decision or influence her in any way. She feels one way, I feel another. She is as entitled to her opinion as I am mine. I am not sure that I understand her stance on this, and I know she doesn't understand mine.

I think for some, homosexuality is a way of life. Just as for others it is not. Who I am to say what is right or wrong? It isn't a disease that is going to be cured or disappear over time.

This affects our children. Shouldn't we supply them with all of the facts and knowledge and tolerance that we have and let them make their own decisions? Don't we want them to be happy, no matter what?

This is the part where the waters get a little murky for me. I am not entirely comfortable around gay/lesbian couples, but I am not disgusted either. I hate major public displays of affection, doesn't matter if the couple is straight or homosexual, the publicness embarrasses me no matter who is involved.

I have not yet explained to the girls yet that homosexuality exists, but over the next few weeks I will. I haven't even explained sex to them yet, I think I dread that one more.

This post came out very different that I had intended. It sure seems to be a bunch of jumbled thoughts rather than the neat essay I had planned. I am definitely unhappy with the way it turned out, but am publishing it anyway. I can fine tune it later, consider this a rough draft.

Labels: Sexuality

Finally over

Christmas is finally over and I have told the kids they cannot speak of next Christmas until after Halloween. So far, so good.

We had an eventful Christmas Eve, when all I really wanted was peace and quiet. Bai started running a fever Sunday night and couldn't sleep. Tay was restless and couldn't sleep, she wound up in the guest room in bed with Tim and I wound up on the couch. I think I had the best end of the deal, the leather couch was warm and comfy.

Only problem, I couldn't sleep. At all. This made Christmas Day extremely fun.

Tim and I have wrapper rage. Why must toy makers use so many twist ties and clear rubberbands on kids toys? Why must Bailey unwrap each present by removing 1-sq. inch of paper at a time? Kudos to Santa Papa and Grandma for putting the girls' bikes together prior to gifting, I shall love you forever for that alone.

At some point over the weekend I rubbed my eye and now have a right tear duct that is swollen and bright red. After fighting with the insurance company over coverage that they never transferred from Hawaii I have an appointment tomorrow to have it looked at. They have to touch my eye. My EYEBALL people! Even I don't actually ever touch my own eyeballs. The mere thought of this freaks me the hell out. Am off to alternate cold and warm compresses, you can bet your ass that if I can get it to clear up on it's own that I am cancelling that appointment.

Labels: Chipotle, Kidlets, Me stuff

Merry Christmas to all...

And to all, a good night.

Long day, but more on that tomorrow. Let's save the crappy ass post for a non-holiday.

Hope everyone had a wonderful Christmas, or a just plain wonderful Monday.

Kisses all!

Labels: Blah Blogging, Christmas

Woot!

Good day overall! I got logged into Blogger twice, that ought to make it a good day all on its own. On top of that the dreaded jewelry store called this morning to say that they could not fix my wedding ring, but that they had replaced the entire set. While I should probably be feeling a little sentimental about this I am totally not. A ring is a ring, nothing more. But I am glad to have it back, I no longer feel nekkid.

Excuse the kind of blurry, shadowed pic. Evidently I suck at photography. The ring sparkles all pretty like and I ruin by sticking my big head in the way of the light. Did you have any idea that I am that pasty white?

Found this at the grocery store on Friday night, it made me stop and do a double take so I had to buy it. If you have ever sat at a table with my youngest while she eats her veggies then you know why I did so. I thought for sure that if Cookie Monster was on the can that she would eat it willingly. I was wrong, but she still ate it. We forced her. Mean parents, I know but what else can we do? The only veggie I can get the kid to willingly eat are carrots. Anyone have any tips on how to get my picky eater to eat her veggies?

Labels: Kidlets, Me stuff