One Small Step For Equality

I have a friend who works for eHarmony. I got all kinds of fun dirt on their business practices after this friend was trained--i.e. initially they wouldn't match people who drank, smoked or did drugs--things anathema to the evangelical Christian founder. (I vaguely recall something about not matching mixed race couples but my friend couldn't confirm if I remembered that correctly).

Anyhoo, eHarmony has long maintained they "can't" do same-sex matchmaking because they "don't have the research." Because gay folk couldn't possibly be looking for the same kinds of qualities, attributes, compatibilities and values that straight people consider vital to healthy relationships (yes, that's sarcasm).

eHarmony has been sued in California and New Jersey over the lack of same-sex matching. Read the WSJ blog post here. eHarmony just settled in the New Jersey case and will offer a service called Compatible Partners beginning in March 2009.

I'm sure eHarmony will cry all the way to the bank after being forced to abandon a discriminatory business plan and expand their services to include MORE CUSTOMERS worldwide.

Winning and losing gracefully

So just about everyone is celebrating some kind of win or mourning some kind of loss today.

I'm doing both: I'm ecstatic about Obama's win last night (despite falling asleep before/during his speech).

And I'm deeply disappointed about how Prop 8 went--and disturbed that one deep pocketed minority group essentially bought a new line in the California state constitution. Regardless of how people feel about gay marriage, that kind of political imperialism should disturb EVERYONE who cherishes the democratic process.

I was listening to NPR yesterday on the way in to work and commentators were discussing the matter of being a gracious winner and a gracious loser.

I am aware that there are some in my immediate family and circle of friends who feel differently on both of the above issues. (For instance, my MIL, whom I adore, expressed how scared she was about Obama winning. So how do I have a political conversation with her without being a jerk?)

My hope is that we can talk through our respective losses without the winners gloating too loudly or the losers letting bitterness or animosity take over. (Know that I say this as much to myself as to anyone else reading).

Lawn Sign Larceny

When I backed out the of the driveway this morning, I noticed that some asshat stole our Obama lawn sign during the night. They thoughtfully left its wire frame behind, still stuck in the grass, but the plastic sign: gone.

Obviously, I'm PISSED.

What's Missing Here?

Since Mike was in SLC with me on Friday, we went for a shopping jaunt to Cost Plus/World Market.

I don't know when it started going by World Market, but CP/WM was always my go-to place for home decor, spices, ethnic foods, wrapping paper, ornaments, and good, cheap stocking stuffers. A true one-stop shopping experience.

There are only two WM stores in Utah--one in Park City and the other in Cottonwood Heights, south of the 215 freeway. So we jaunted--and got lost (misdirected by iPhone maps) but eventually found our way around to the WM store.

Ah, heaven! Riotous colors, savory scents, Halloween goodies, and imported foods, spices and sweets! I stocked up on curry powder, coriander, juniper berries and herbs de Provence--all for FAR less than grocery store prices. They were starting to put out Christmas treats; must return soon.

Mike browsed and found gummy eyeballs--his contribution to the department administrator's candy dish--and some Spanish candy for him and his mom. I dragged him over to the window treatments and found some gorgeous and on sale curtains for our kitchen windows. Can't wait to put them up!

As we made our way to the register, I scanned the store from the front and realized this World Market was unlike any other I'd been to. There's no liquor section! Of course, you say; it's in UTAH. Sometimes I forget what that means.

At all the other/normal CP/WM, there's always someone in the checkout line who has bypassed the baskets, papasans and rugs and filled their cart to the brim with imported wines and beer.

Culture shock, Utah style.

Dread Substance Is Falling!

I looked out the window and what did I see?
Snow on top of every backyard tree.
What winter's brought me is not a surprise,
But this damn early makes me avert my eyes.








I took these pictures a couple of hours ago. It's been snowing steadily--massive flakes now. Mike will have fun clearing the driveway with his new snow blower.

I'm bummed I didn't clear out my side of the garage yesterday; I worked on unpacking and organizing upstairs. Now I have to dig out my car and walk though 5 inches of snow to deal with shifting garage contents so I can park INSIDE.

AAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!

Hey, new content!

It's been just over a month since my last post. Not that there haven't been Happenings. I just haven't had the steam to write about them--rather, after sitting at the computer all day for work, I'm not so thrilled about logging in at home.

The real story is I'm cheating on Blogger with Facebook.

Despite the lapse, I ran across something post-worthy--a Rolling Stone article on John McCain that ought to be required reading for anyone planning to vote in November.

It's a long, astonishing and worthwhile profile of the career (Navy and political) and the behavior of the original neocon/Maverick/womanizer/POW who wants to be commander in chief.

Make-Believe Maverick
A closer look at the life and career of John McCain reveals a disturbing record of recklessness and dishonesty

TIM DICKINSON

Posted Oct 16, 2008 7:00 PM

Click here to read: http://www.rollingstone.com/news/story/23316912/makebelieve_maverick/print

When McCain said in the last debate that the next president needs a calm, steady hand, I snort-laughed at the notion he would provide that. The article shoots even more holes in the carefully polished facade.

Enjoy!

Oops, I forgot I have a blog!

The office slows down after the Symposium, but not nearly as much as I hoped. I'm in the thick of planning regionals in Seattle, Independence, MO, the Bay Area and Washington D.C. That's keeping me hopping!

I recently joined Facebook (officially to promote Sunstone events), which has been a delightful way to reconnect with friends and to spend/waste time adding apps and writing on people's walls. I opted not to Friend my step kids, thinking that would be weird and terribly uncool. I'm easy to find if they want to Friend me--and that's fine as long as it's their idea.

We have a house guest staying with us--Ms. Self Portrait As is our writer/poet in residence for the next couple of weeks until her apartment is ready. We've had a lovely time hanging out, taking walks and talking politics.

We went to the Ogden Farmer's Market Saturday and scored some end-of-day bargains on gloriously fresh tomatoes and melon. We also signed up for Winder Farms grocery delivery service--again, lured by the bargains and freebies the guy threw in.

When I went online to check their full list of products, I wondered if this was a good idea. Yes, it saves time to have weekly deliveries, but I still have to go to the store/Costco to get produce and items Winder doesn't carry and their products often cost more. I'll give it a whirl, but I'm not sure it's going to be a lasting relationship.

And to finish it off, a fun little tidbit from the Deseret News. Who knew Gary Coleman moved to Payson?

Riveted

So I picked up my new iPhone yesterday. I type geriatrically. I still haven't figured out all its tricks yet. I feel it is safe to say I will always have something to do in dull church meetings.

Briefly, some news

As if posting hasn't been light enough lately, I'm going into full symposium mode next week. Officially, it's August 6-9, but I'll be at work tomorrow afternoon trying to get some last-minute things done before the real time crunch.

I'm solo again; Mike's in Texas teaching his last class, rescheduled thanks to Hurricane Dolly. Weekday classes were also rescheduled for the weekend, which didn't occur to the schedulers and displaced Mike's class from their meeting rooms. Such fun.

A bit of good news: we terminated our listing agreement with the agent we (meaning me, mostly) were unhappy with and we're relisting the house with the agent we used when we were house hunting in McAllen. Mike is meeting with her Monday to go over the details. We'll probably pour some more $$ into replacing carpet and painting the interior and hope it will sell with the new representation.

This week's decision: board or find a pet sitter? We'll be staying in SLC for the symposium and will be off to So Cal for a few days afterward. Don't know which is the better option. There's one licensed, bonded in-home pet sitter in the yellow pages and a bunch of boarding facilities. PK is always so hate-filled after being boarded. Plus not all kitties are up to date on their shots--and that's not something I really have time to deal with. I guess I just answered my own question.

Must turn in after a long, lazy day.

Today: My Radio Debut

From Sunstone Blog:

New Sunstone directors Stephen Carter and Mary Ellen Robertson will be interviewed this afternoon on Van Hale’s radio show, Mormon Miscellaneous. We’ll discuss the upcoming Salt Lake Sunstone Symposium and forthcoming issues of Sunstone magazine.

Mormon Miscellaneous airs live in Salt Lake City from 5:00-7:00 pm MST on radio station KTKK 630 AM and streams live on the Internet at http://www.k-talk.com and mms://stream.netro.ca/ktkk .

If you’d like to ask questions during the broadcast, the Salt Lake Call-in Number is 254-5855. Callers outside of Salt Lake Number can call in to 801-470-5855.

Questions and response via email during the program are welcomed at van.hale@k-talk.com

If you can’t catch the live broadcast, you can listen to it later as a podcast at http://www.mormonmiscellaneous.com/.

Tis the Season

I'm in Utah, but Mike is in South Texas dealing with this:



The National Weather Service just downgraded Dolly to a Category 1 Hurricane--good news as she pushes inland toward Hidalgo County.

Dolly's supposed to arrive in our part of the Rio Grande Valley around 7:00 pm. UTPA campus is closed for the next few days. I'm keeping an eye on things via The Monitor's web site.

Besides the canceled flights, power outages, hurricane force winds, rain and inevitable flooding, Dolly is stirring up controversy. Apparently, the Red Cross refuses to work at any RGV shelters because of the region's deteriorated levee system and potential for serious flooding. They will provide aid after the storm passes, but encourage people to evacuate instead.

Since Mike is driving back to UT with moving truck #2, he called the airlines and got a credit for the unused half of his round trip flight, scheduled to leave Monday. A little sliver lining in Dolly's blustering clouds for us.

The Internets are on!

Managed to get everything reconnected this morning. Yippee!

Now I'm trying to find where (or, more likely IF) I can buy tahini anywhere in Ogden. I'm hankering to make hummus and I can't find tahini to go in it. Sheesh, I could get it easier than this in South Texas. Is it locked up with the liquor?

CA Connection

My dear friend over at Divergent Pathways wrote an awesome blog post on her CA friends and made mention of the b-day BBQ. Just the thing I needed while I'm emotionally in Shitsville.

Incommunicado

The wireless Internet is down at our house for the foreseeable future. If you need to reach me on weekends and evenings, calling is the best bet.

Those Darn Cats!

I came home Tuesday night to find a serving platter from our set of fancy wedding china shattered on the kitchen floor. The first casualty from that set. Oh, did I rail at the kitties about that! They know better than to get on the counters.

Mike's broken a couple of bowls of our everyday china. I just keep buying more sets at Target.

My mom says she'll replace the platter as an anniversary present. I'll just have to keep the replacement away from naughty, counter-jumping kitties. Wonder if those motion detectors/counter top deterrents work?

Photos from the Quarentanera BBQ

I won't caption each because Blogger puts them next to the wrong photos.

Party shots of family, friends and Dash, the cupcake-snatching Scottie. Guests by the pond and with the b-day girl. My old CA ward was nicely represented; enough of us have moved to Utah that we may do a Pasadena Ward satellite book group.

I must object to the 60 candles that were used on the cakes and cupcakes. That's just WRONG.

The last picture needs some explaining. My SIL Kelly is obsessed with my shoes. Within minutes of first meeting her, she buried my shoes in the sand at Laguna Beach. On the way back from Lake Powell last summer, we hid her shoes in the microwave and dishwasher and suggested that a third pair were hidden somewhere else in the house. I should have known better than to leave her in our bedroom unattended. This was her little birthday gift to me: ALL my shoes in the bed and more under the mattress. Thanks, Kell. When's your birthday again?

Cracked Up

The week we left Texas, I drove the minivan after a couple of days of using Mike's car. There was a new injury to the windshield--a whorl-shaped rock hit that looked like the Target logo. Great.

Since the move, I've been driving the gas-sipping Honda to work. Both routes on my commute to SLC are under construction, so the truck traffic kicks up a lot of extra gravel.

On Wednesday night, I heard yet another thwack to the windshield. Didn't think much of it.

Thursday morning I walked out to the car and noticed a foot-long crack curving from under the wiper and up across the windshield on the passenger side. Holy crapoly. Like we need another thing to fix.

Windshields, take a number behind the ailing AC unit, the unwelded gate opener, the steeply pitched driveway we all scrape pulling in, the stairs that need railings, the wood trim that needs repair and paint, the windows that need replacing, the water gauge on the pond that doesn't work, the weeds that need pulling, the boxes that need unpacking, etc., etc.

We're ALONE

For the first time in more than a month, Mike and I are home alone.

The two youngest step daughters went home today. 18 was here for a week and seemed to be in a better mood. 15 was a great helper during our move and--get this--won over PK, the crabby Abby by the end of her month-long stay. He actually lets her pet him.

It probably helped that the past week was action packed; July 4 weekend in Idaho Falls included boating, movies, fireworks and BBQs, then a birthday/housewarming BBQ at our place, taking everyone to Lagoon on my birthday and Mike taking 15 and 18 indoor skydiving. What's not to enjoy?

Speaking of enjoyment, I have a groovy birthday present headed my way July 11. We went to the Verizon store to check out Blackberries and the damn things were SO frustrating to me. We walked over to the Apple store and two helpful sales associates introduced me to the iPhone. It was easy, intuitive. I was hooked. So I'll be getting an iPhone come July 11. Mike got an iTouch and a Mac Book through work; it's looking like we're headed out of PC-ville.

I'll post some photos from the BBQ tomorrow. In the meantime, we ought to be making the most of our alone time--and that doesn't mean sitting side by side working on adjacent computers.

Ogden Craigslist

I've been a leetle disappointed with some of the Craigslist people. I've had no problem recycling empty moving boxes on CL before.

So far, of the 9 people who contacted me about the boxes before I took down the ad Saturday afternoon, the very first people to respond were the only ones to show up when they said they were coming. And they didn't take many.

The second caller told me Tuesday he'd pick up boxes Thursday morning, so I put off three other callers. When he didn't show, I called the next two people on my list. One said she'd come Friday night or Saturday, but never showed, either.

I called the next woman on the list and said they had a day to pick up boxes. I got a call back from her husband Saturday morning, who said they desperately needed the boxes--don't give them away! But we were at the house until 6:30 pm and he didn't show up.

When we got home from our Saturday evening jaunt to SLC, there was a minivan in our driveway and two women flattening boxes. I have no idea which callers they were and at this point, I didn't much care. They took most of the boxes we had on the front porch.

I'll empty a few more boxes today, call the next person and give them my new spiel: there are 4 other people on my list. You have one day to pick up any boxes you want. If you don't show up, I call the next person. You snooze, you lose.

Weekend Update

Slept in Saturday--my first time in several weeks. Did some in-house puttering, laundry, tidying, finishing a murder mystery, fielding calls about our empty moving boxes. Mike worked outside draining the pond/watering the front lawn. 15 joined her cousins for a day at Lagoon; we dog sat for their newly acquired big shaggy poodle, Bob Dog.

Mike had bought tickets to the SLC soccer team, but we got too late a start to redeem them before kickoff. We stopped at my office to check SLC movie times but realized if we went to a later show, 15 would have no way of getting in the house. So we drove back to Ogden, picked up Thai takeout, went home and watched 3:10 to Yuma.

About an hour into the movie, we see flashing lights on the street outside. Uncle Matt got pulled over right in front of our house for running a stop sign a few blocks back. He ended up with a warning; as soon as the cops drove off, we poured out of the house to rib Matt and find out how Lagoon day went. 15 had a lot of fun. Magic Mountain is still her favorite, though.

We found out it was stake conference Sunday, so we're blowing it off. I guess we'll get around to attending the new ward eventually. The people there were fairly disinterested in Mike when he went and we're toying with the idea of attending a Spanish ward instead. That might mean walking THREE blocks to the building instead of two.