Oh Connecticut!

I am beside myself today.  Another great state has fallen.  Here we are, working to the bone here in California to rid ourselves of the chaos four judges inflicted on our communities and families, and now, yet another state has fallen to activist courts.  I am so upset that the gay community can force their moral views on society.  This is the kind of tyranny that our forefathers fled from.  They began this country as a refuge from government interference in religion.  Whether or not they admit it, the gay belief is a religious belief.  It is a religion.  The judiciary has no business meddling in moral issues.  Where does it stop?

Welcome Connecticut.  Welcome to the misery of uncertainty.  Say goodbye to the opportunity to sit on your hands and hope for freedoms to continue.  Here’s to hoping your neighbors will be strong willed.  That they will be willing to stand and fight for what they believe.  Here’s to hoping you will be able to cast off judicial tyranny.  Hopefully California will be the first battle ground to vote the judges down.  You have a long road ahead of you.  I believe the muscle of the people is their voice,  but it is a fight against complacency…a fight we must win.

Apron Theory

Troy works to understand string theory.  I go for the whole apron, not just the strings.  An apron is like the friend you never had, who will stick through everything with you, no matter what.  They’ll protect you, look out for you, and keep your best shirt clean when things get rough.

I always wear an apron when I’m at home.  I don’t go for those cute little half size dillies with ruffles, I go for the full body armor, BBQ style.  I have a theory that aprons promote motherliness.  It’s not the image I think of, it’s the usage.  When a kid comes blaring through the door like an ambulance with it’s siren running, they always make a beeline for the apron, snot, nose and everything.  An apron absorbs worry about what I’m wearing and allows me to focus on kids.  I live my life, I don’t just act it.  I get dirty during the day.  I don’t know how other moms can possibly do it without an army of aprons.  Mine hang on the oven door, in a tidy row, ready for service like little soldiers, ready to take whatever is asked.

The other day we had art lessons, the kids got out the paints, and I got out the aprons.

Beetle Mania

I like beetles.  I have been fascinated recently by an influx of June Beetles at my sister’s ranch in Northern California.  She went out to her orchard to find these gorgeous green metallic beetles clustered around her peaches, hung like jewelry in the tree.  When I was visiting, she showed me these strange newcomers.  I ran inside and got a jar.  This was something I had to see closer.  The beetles were big, with black wings that flew out sideways from under the beetle coverings when they got nervous.  My kids were terrified.  We soon got over that though.  We found that because they were so big, the beetles were slow to take off, and heavy fliers once they got off the ground.  They are fairly easy to catch and harmless, at least to humans.  My sons were soon out catching them in their bare hands!  BZZRZZRZRZZRRRZR!  You could hear the beetles buzzing, they weren’t happy, but the kids were!  They’d run screaming “I got one!” all the way to the beetle jar.  Another thing we discovered is that these beetles are completely impervious to poisons sprayed on them.  They just keep doing their beetle thing, as if it were a little dew raining down on them instead of RAID.  The only way we could kill them was to catch them in a glass canning jar and put them in the freezer.  They make a terrific racket, there in the jar, but it’s too tall and narrow for them to fly out.  Once they’re in the jar, it doesn’t even need a lid.  I find a lot of symbolism in these beetles.

Our first bunch, we caught nearly sixty of these green scarabs, and we learned that an hour in the freezer only killed the majority of them.  One or two thawed and resumed their beetle buzzings…

Yet another gorgeous beetle

Yet another gorgeous beetle

…they had to go back in the freezer for a bit.  We gave samples of these beetles to the local agriculture people.  They’d never seen them in this area before.  Hopefully, we did some good.  In the meantime, I have gained a lot of respect for the beetle.