Damn the Snow Gods!

...but they didn't keep us ALL home!

I couldn't wait another second to talk about tonight's rally. I know there are so many Utah bloggers and I'm not sure why that is or how you all happen to know each other but I must take a second to tell you all how proud I am to have found you & your families. Standing before you tonight was almost more than my heart could take. The weather was seriously awful. But you came from Park City, Tooele and the point of the mountain. & because of you, I am re-energized. Our bill sponsor is re-energized. Our family community is ready to fight until we've won!

I couldn't wait to post some pictures of our rally tonight. Plus, our sweet Yeager's speech at the rally. I'm telling you, he stole the show. :)

I'm sorry about how dark it is but you can hear his sweet voice.

btw, if any of my readers happen to see their faces or those of their loved ones and want them removed - just say the word. These are without permission from a single one of you.

Cute Yeager who can't stop talking about fighting for his rights!

Look at this sweet boy!

Update from past post...

Okay so, that same awful man that scowled at my beautiful Cristy had a bit of a blunder on the Senate floor today...

They were discussing equalizing school capitol when another Senator said something like, "this bill is an ugly baby"... and our awful Senator stood up and said, "yeah, this baby is BLACK. It's a dark, ugly thing."

Now I imagine you're sitting there stunned like I was when I first got the email. I didn't quote it until I saw it in the paper - just to make sure it actually happened in MY Capitol - the PEOPLE'S HOUSE! Can you stand it? Unbelievable!

He was hauled off to a private office and made to come back in to apologize. It seems his excuse was that 'his mouth got ahead of his brain'.

No kidding.

A Picture is Worth a Thousand Words - Update

Anybody who has ever doubted whether a picture is worth a thousand words MUST consider the picture below.

This is my partner, testifying on what having a Domestic Partnership Registry would mean to her. She is talented and kind. She's happy and healthy. She's caring and giving. & he looks at her like she's garbage. When I first saw this picture this morning, it brought out the mama bear in me and I was ready to kick some ass for my family. I had big tears in my eyes just seeing how someone would dare look at her. But then I stepped back and realized he was looking at all of us that way - all of us who think differently than him. You, me, Cristy and every ally who believes that we should all stand equal.

If you don't live in my State, you have no idea who this man is. If you live here and you don't know who he is, you need to. And you need to know all of his friends too. In fact, one of his friends that came yesterday and spoke right before Cristy was Cheryl's awful attorney. She once told me he was the most "godly man" she knew. It makes me sick to even repeat that. He is such a terrible example of a Christian man - I can't even go there.

Anyway, yesterday was the first day I've seen him since my last hearing a year ago. Seeing him was hard enough but hearing his voice was just disturbing. They actually brought up my ruling as reason to deny the Domestic Partnership Ordinance. What is that? At least they made that argument look as stupid as it is...

Yegs came with us and I made sure we were conversing every time they said things like "lgbt parents don't care for their children as well as hetero's..." and "children are better off with a mom & a dad.." He knows better but those are still words I don't want him hearing. He was so proud of his mom when she was speaking. I loved watching his face. Sometimes he looks just like her.

Here's a link to one of the articles.

http://www.sltrib.com/news/ci_8237567?source=rv

This is a comment that was left under the article. I though it was perfect enough to copy here...

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Please, look closely at the photo of Sen. Butt*rs looking at Cristy Gl**ve while she is speaking. That face of hate says it all.

I imagine Hitler looking at the people he sent to the gas chamber with that expression. Stalin probably wore that expression often. Saddam probably looked about like that as he gassed thousands of his own citizens.

Hate, Mr. Buttars, will eat you alive. It will make you look like that. Your eyes are the windows to your soul and your face reflects your true self. Do you suppose Jesus EVER looked like that? Do you think Gordon B. Hinckley ever wore that expression?

If your motivation was pure, if you really wanted what is best for all residents of Utah... You wouldn't need to look like that Mr. Buttars.

Your motivation is hate... and I'm shocked that a bill such as the one you are sponsoring wasn't laughed off the hill like all hate-motivated actions should be.

Amen.

Weekend Wrap Up

We watched a movie yesterday. The Brave One. Have you seen it? I had actually seen it once before when I somehow convinced some friends to take me out while Cristy was on a work trip. I thought it would motivating. I thought I would grow muscles and not be afraid to go home alone. Instead I had nightmares. It's really awful. Twice.

The worst part is that Jodie Fost*r has a sex scene with a boy. I'm not against sex scenes with boys but you can't really be more gay than Jodie. I mean, it was gross. The boy was Saeed from Lost and that made it weird too because he's such a tough guy in that show. And she's such a tough guy, in general. It just wasn't right.

And almost worse was the violence. I thought Yeager was going to pee his pants in the first 10 minutes. Oh wait, that was ME. Because I would never Ever allow Yeager to watch a rated R movie - let alone one that has beatings and shootings and just way too many reasons to ever live in a big city. It was just me & Cristy and my face was burried for about 1/2 the show. There won't be a third time.

Then, last night we had a big, fat cousin sleepover. We rented The Last Mimzy. You must see this movie if you have a child at home that will give you the excuse to rent it. The little girl is reason enough to see it at least twice. She crinkles her nose when she's mad and pierces her lips with such a pout. Ah, I love pouty lips on little girls. & there's a bunny with the cutest belly button you've ever seen. Need I say more? I don't know what it was about really but it was heaven compared to the Jodie sex scene and the kids were cute.

And then tonight we met Cristy's family for dinner. Part of them brought their 8 month old little boy and I swear he bragged the whole time about how cute he was and how soft he was and how he made their lives complete. The whole dinner was all about him, him, him. The ego on that kid weighed about 17 1/2 pounds. And I'm obviously just being nasty because he is actually really cute and soft and wonderful - and I want one just like him. He was born just as my IVF failed and I sat & thought that if it would have worked, I would almost be ready to give birth. Weird. Time even flies when you're holding your breath.

We're crashing early tonight. My amazing better half is speaking at a committee hearing tomorrow morning at 8am. Yegs is coming too and if any one of those awful people even wince at him, I'll kick 'em in the shin. Because that's about how tired I am. & how terrible they are. Give us some love about saving our Domestic P Registry. We'll need it.

Happy early Monday everyone.

Fair Adoption Laws Now!

I realize you can't see every single child in this picture. But this is a copy of a banner we've made to fight the awful laws in this state. This banner is 6'x12' and has 400 children on it. - 400 children from right here - where I live. Amazing.

We found out recently that over 1226 children were unprotected legally by one of their parents as of 2005. Most of these children weren't even born yet. My guess is that there are probably close to 1500 now. Maybe more. Either way, the banner is insanely beautiful and I can't wait to see it at our rally next Wednesday.

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If your children are somewhere in there, thank you thank you - from the bottom of my heart. I will work til I die, for every one of them, to change this law.

A Whirl Wind!

These past few days have been crazy for us! Aside from the Primary, there have been meetings and work events and now even More snow! I think we're like 200% of normal in the water range and while I'm grateful for enough water, ENOUGH all READY! Sheesh!

Something interesting...yesterday I was back in the Utah Supreme Courtroom. I even sat by my lawyer, just like old times. But this time I was there supporting one of our best girls. I worried that I would be messy - like my eyes would tear up when the elevator doors opened and I'd be sick to my stomach when I saw the Justices. Instead, I feel strong and partially healed, knowing I sat before them and still appreciate what they do!

I watched all of them during the arguments and it felt good to know that even though they got it so wrong by Gracie, they would get it right this time. They were smart and even funny at times. And our best girl was brave and resilient and the day felt successful - like she accomplished something bigger than most ever will.

Did you know that less than 1% of all people actually sit in a courtroom because of their own case? How weird is it that the two of us - two people who sit in the same kitchen over dinner once a week, ended up with a Supreme Court case? I think it's rather odd.

Anyway...So how 'bout that Primary? M'Cain & Clinton! Who knew? Well, I suppose she isn't quite there yet but what a great race! & finally, Romn*y will fade away. He actually ran away with 85% of our Republican vote. Insane. We're obviously off track from the rest of the country - off on so many tracks...

And just so all you know, last night our City Council passed a Domestic Partn*r Registry by a 7 - ZERO vote! How great is that? Incase that doesn't sound like big news, let me remind you that Romn*y won with 85% here. :) It really is very exciting and my heart was full and fat with love listening to all those "yes" answers. Beautiful. Maybe I'll ask Cristy if she'll be my Domestic Partner. I'm so romantic.

I'm ready for March. Or April. ...when we can ride our scooters to get an iced-tea at 8 o'clock at night. And we can plant some flowers and fill the bird feeders and I can wear skirts with no tights. I want the windows open when I clean my house. And I want my dog to smell like perfume after her bath, instead of just wet dog.

Plus, I want to be pregnant.

Seven years ago today Gracie was conceived. It's strange to think about but I set this day aside to remind myself of such a miracle. Wouldn't it be wonderful if I were pregnant now? & I could have a baby somewhere around her birthday? (but she was super early and I don't hope for that) Either way, I'm thinking of her today and knowing that her other mom is celebrating her right this very minute.

Super Duper Tuesday!

I voted early. My little voice has given it's weight to my worthy candidate.

Last Friday I tip toed into the county complex and I swear that I wasn't certain of my vote until the exact moment I pushed the button. I had plus' and minus' about both of my choices but the one thing I'm certain of, and grateful for beyond words, is that I had such a hard choice before me.

Incase any of you are in that same predicament, I thought I'd share this song with you. Before you click, I should tell you that it's in favor of Obama. That's not why I'm sending it out though. I just love it and you will too. & I'm not telling you to vote for him or that you shouldn't. But I absolutely love watching this video and being reminded that we're just inches away from real change. Whether you're voting for Hillary or Obama, you're casting a vote that gives my soul a little breathing room. Doesn't that feel wonderful?

Here I am, assuming that none of my readers could possibly be voting for the "other" party. If you are, I hope it's because you have a secret plan than makes Romney somehow lose by miles. Or if you are, I hope it's because you just come here to spy and you're not really a good American. :) I love saying that... Or if you are, I hope that song changes your mind and you don't waste a vote on someone who doesn't love you as much as I do. snicker, snicker. :)

So those of you who get to cast your vote tomorrow, be comforted that you really can't do anything too tragic. In fact, the only thing tragic you could do is stay home.