Mommies Paradise

Yesterday was our third day of group training for the AIDS Half Marathon. We ran three miles and we were timed for our pace groups.

I ran a 13 minute mile and was elected leader for my pace group! Yay. Usually the person with the running watch gets the post, but none of us had a watch so then it goes to the one with the loudest mouth. Hi. Now I have to get a watch.

The 13 minute group is made up of all women so that is kind of nice right now. The run was sort of grueling and my stomach muscles felt like they were going to explode afterward but I felt great overall.

Want to sponsor me? Proceeds from my sponsorship go towards helping AIDS Project Los Angeles provide care for Women, Children and Men suffering with HIV/AIDS in Los Angeles County.

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Have a great weekend!

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There are moments as a parent that are small and seemingly insignificant and yet which probably shape who our children become. There are other moments that make all of the fatigue, frustration, anger and every other shitty feeling go away - for at least that moment. Sometimes these moments are one and the same.

That baby has a caretaker who, during the school year, comes in one day a week for a few hours to spend time with him while I get some stuff done. He calls her Pumpkin. He calls her partner ‘Nother Pumpkin. They are lesbians. They love him. He loves them.

That Baby: Mommy?
Me: Yes?
TB: Do Pumpkins hug?
Me: Yes, they do.
TB: Do they kiss them? (He is still grasping language)
Me: Each other?
TB: (Nods)
Me: Yes, they do. Did you see them kiss and hug today?
TB: Yes. Mommy, does Pumpkin love ‘Nother Pumpkin?
Me: Yes, she does.
TB: Oh. Can you play, mommy?

And that was it. Nothing more to add from either of us. And that will be how he views The Pumpkins. As two people who love each other. Nothing more, nothing less.

At that moment I realized that these are the small events that set the stage for how our children will view the world. These are the small moments when we choose to condemn or support, love or to hate. These are the moments when we communicate to our children who we are and what we believe. These are the moments that seem so small and yet really contribute in determining the path our children will walk.

The big lessons are important. Eat With Utensils. Don’t Dribble Your OJ. Yes, We Need to Wear Pants Today. Speak Using Words. Look At My Face When We Talk to Each Other. Clean Up After Yourself. These are basic, daily rules that make it easier to function in society.

But the lessons that pass in the blink of an eye are the tiny flecks of paint that build upon each other to create the mural of who our children grow up to Be.

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So, after signing with a manager for That Baby over a year and a half ago, I finally heard from her yesterday for an audition to be held that afternoon. After my initial shock, I immediately remembered that just the other day I had decided to dissolve our contract with this woman and that I would take on his management responsibilities. Apparently, she read my mind. I confirmed that he would be at the audition.

This experience was very different from the first time I took him out to meet with an agent. He is older now and more socialized. The experience of meeting with new adults is not as shocking or new. He speaks very well and can follow directions, both of which are important skills, just generally.

Strangely enough the idea of going to an audition, be it mine or my son’s, gave me that giddy feeling that maybe, just maybe this would be the one. Those weird endorphines that gave me such a rush, back in the day, were coming back. It scared me, made me sad and also made me happy at the same time.

I gathered my senses and tried to redirect my mind to that of a stage mom with a slight leg up on the competition in as far as what this business demands. We must always know that it is a business and nothing personal. I immediately tried to distance myself from the personal. And remind myself that this is his audition.

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Today was our second group training day for the AIDS Marathon to benefit AIDS Project Los Angeles.

Last Saturday we ran one mile and my time was a dismal 15 minutes! Ack. But with consistent maintenance runs throughout the week I was able to pick up my pace for our two mile run this morning to a 13 minute mile.

I feel great. The really cool thing is the half marathon group seems to consist mostly of women! Wow!

The proceeds to the AIDS Marathon goes to support APLA which is great organization that provides much needed services to people living with AIDS/HIV in Los Angeles County. Go check out their site and then you can go here to help out!

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I am not a big fan of hunting. I mean, if you are living off the land and your hungry and cold, then I get it. You will kill things for food and use the hides for clothing or shelter. But recreational hunting has always seemed weird to me. The whole idea of someone getting all fired up to stalk something which is minding its own damn business, chase it down and kill it seems barbaric when it isn’t necessary for survival.

Also, the way that hunters talk about it seems so cold and disrespectful. Almost like they are just going out for some soda at the local quickie mart. I always get the feeling that these folks are not that far away from taking this sport to the people, if you get my drift.

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In case you haven’t heard, the Ann Coulter clone, Meme Roth (and wtf is up with her name? Me.Me. ? Ugh) for the Fight Against Obesity declared to Neil Cavuto that Jordin Sparks should not have won American Idol because she is obese.

Watch it after the fold.
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In a response (albeit slightly delayed) to the Supreme Court decision banning late term abortions, Frances Kissling, former president of Catholics for Free Choice, has a lovely piece up at Salon.

She points out that by making this decision the justices have injected Catholic dogma doctrine into the law and that is in fact unconstitutional.

Apparently the five Supreme Court justices in the majority, all of whom are Catholic, agreed with the senators. […] The opinion, written by Anthony Kennedy, who is considered the least orthodox of the five, was devastating. Beyond outlawing a method of abortion it deemed only possibly needed by a few women, the decision injected orthodox Catholic teaching into the interpretation of constitutional rights. Kennedy’s opinion, which affirms “the government’s right to use its voice and its regulatory authority to show its profound respect for the life within the woman” as it cavalierly dismisses the need a few specific women might have for this procedure, could easily have been written by the late Pope John Paul II or the current Benedict XVI. Women are invisible in this decision as they are invisible in the writings of recent — and not so recent — popes. Now it’s impossible for me to remain silent.

And this little tidbit really hit the nail on the head. Bold mine.

Moralizing about women’s lives is not, of course, an exclusively Catholic habit, but we Catholic feminists(*) tend to sniff it out and want to snuff it out. When we see it in a Supreme Court decision our fear of being considered irrational fades. At the risk of providing yet another opportunity for that pit bull of Catholic orthodoxy, William Donohue, to cry anti-Catholicism, one must stress another aspect of orthodox Catholicism that is the foundation of the majority opinion in this case — its tragic view of women as either victims or sluts.

Those are a couple of nice parts but the whole piece is great. Go read it yourself.

* Until pretty recently, I never knew such a thing existed.

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I am finally going to get off my big ass and run a marathon. See, I have never run in a marathon before but it is something that I have always wanted to do. I just never felt strong enough, focused enough, whatever enough. But enough is enough. I am going to do it!

I need training. I have joined the National AIDS Marathon Training Program. I am training for the half marathon (13 miles) at Disneyland. I would love to do the full marathon in Italy, but first thing is first. Maybe next year.

The really cool thing is that this AIDS marathon raises money to support AIDS Project Los Angeles (APLA). APLA is a Los Angeles based entity which offers support services designed to promote self sufficiency to people living with HIV/AIDS. Their services include tons of stuff ranging from the nation’s most comprehensive food bank program for people living with HIV/AIDS to dental services, counseling and residential services programs.

41 million people around the world are living with HIV. One million people in America are living with this disease and Los Angeles has the second highest number in the nation. The people living with and who are affected by AIDS are not limited to gay men. This group includes men, women and children.

APLA is a great program and is truly doing fantastic work.

Sounds great, right? Well, here is the rub. I need help. I have to raise $1,900 by July 13 in order to continue with the training program. All proceeds go to APLA and all donations are tax deductible, of course.

Want to get involved? You can go here to donate!

This is a really great cause and goes a long way to helping a huge part of our community struggling above and beyond the curse of HIV/AIDS.

To sponsor me go here!

And because now this song is in my head!

Um. Do you love the spanish dubbing during the dialogue?

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Every time I hear the term Stay At Home Mom, or SAHM, I get this weird squint in my right eye and I am sure my nostrils flare.

I could never quite figure out what it was that was bugging me about this term used to describe women (or men because you can also be a Stay At Home Dad or a SAHD -don’t even get me started on that acronym) who “opt out” (cough *bullshit*) and stay home to take care of their children. Then one day it just came to me, like a brick on the head. The whole term insinuates that I never actually leave the house. Because see, I am a Stay At Home Mom (a Stay At Home Parent or SAHP) . Then this brick of a term pounded home that same vision with terms like ‘bon-bons‘ and statements such as ‘Don’t bother me while I am watching my stories!‘

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The Freedom of Choice Act is being revived (Via Feministing).

And NOW is holding a National Call In Day to support the FCA so go and Stand Up for Women.

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