So, today a news story is spreading.... and oh shocker:  I have something to say about it.

For the record, I'll start by saying that The Bubbie *only* ever uses Barilla pasta:  it's her favorite.

In a radio interview the fourth generation "owner" of Barilla pasta, Guido Barilla, answered a question about whether or not he would ever use a gay family in one of his commercials - and he said he would not.
"I would never do (a commercial) with a homosexual family, not for lack of respect but because we don't agree with them. Ours is a classic family where the woman plays a fundamental role," Barilla, 55, said in an interview with Radio 24 on Wednesday.

Later he said this gem:
"For us the concept of the sacred family remains one of the basic values of the company," he told Italian radio on Wednesday evening. "I would not do it but not out of a lack of respect for homosexuals who have the right to do what they want without bothering others … [but] I don't see things like they do and I think the family that we speak to is a classic family."

Sacred. Family. Values.

Hmm..... I always find this topic interesting.  Mostly because I *HAD* sacred family values.  I loved my family.  I adored my children... and my husband, for that matter.  I worked hard, paid our bills... paid *his* personal bills.  I loved him and made dinner and made sure every Christmas and Birthday he ever had was *Amaze balls* - and oh..... yeah - *his* value's included the bed of another woman.

Is there a Barilla commercial for that?  

Like.... you know- some fat bastard husband and his kids sit down to a meal and his kind (though clearly not "hot" wife) serves them a fine pasta dinner and then said fat bastard hits the bedroom for "dessert" with a hotty?  Hmm.... probably not.

I'm also guessing that Barilla commercials don't show hardworking single Dad's sitting down to a pasta dinner *they* made their kids... sans a wife who left him/them for someone else or died in an accident or from cancer or some other horrible disease.... yeah - obviously single Dad's don't have family values.
Right?

And clearly when it comes to families with two Dad's or two Mom's.... well - *those* people clearly don't have any kind of family values.... right?

I mean - for *most* (not all) male/female couples they have sex and boom - get a baby!
Done. (most... not all people... don't freak the fuck out on me.)

For same sex couples they have to find sperm or an egg donor or a surrogate.... they have to pay thousands and *thousands* of dollars just to TRY to get pregnant... and anyone who has done infertility treatments know that I say *TRY* to get pregnant because the success rate for you banging your wife and knockin her up is waaaaaaaaay higher than two woman armed with baby dreams and a turkey baster of donated sperm. 

But you know, it goes without saying that gay people are all sexual deviants who lack a moral compass and family values... unlike their 'traditional family' counterparts.  Right?

Classic family...... Mr. Barilla, are you serious?  How many *classic* families do you know, exactly?
So, I can *safely* assume that EVERYONE in the Barilla family empire is still married to their FIRST spouse, has never cheated or been left or remarried... but they ALL live in a "classic family" as you defined it?
Somehow.... I doubt that.

Now.  Aside from the *extremely* offensive assumption that simply because I live with a woman, who lovingly and committedly co-parents the children, *we* do live in a "classic family" that has "value".... so. fucking. offensive.. let's be honest and make the point that Mr. Barilla is *NOT* telling gay people not to eat his pasta - he simply suggested that they were free to eat other pasta if they didn't like what he had to say... and he's right.

And they will.
But... not only the deviant "they" - but their families and allies who love them and support the right and belief that all love is equal and that *ALL* families have value.... those *they* might also choose not to purchase your Barilla pasta.  

So, you might be saying to yourself... "Big deal... a few queers don't sit down to spaghetti.  Whatever."
But.  It could be a big deal for you and for the people who rely on your for a living....

Mr. Barilla, it's clear that you have lived a privileged life.  One of fine suits and higher education and nice cars..... what a blessing.  In that education, someone should have shared with you the importance of keeping your fucking mouth shut.  Let me tell you why.

YOU are not me.
YOU are not God.
YOU do not get to judge me, or people like me..... and tell me - nay - tell my CHILDREN that we do not live in a "classic family" that has "value" simply because a woman occupies the man's seat at my dinner table.
Perhaps you are threatened by this.....?  Well, you probably should be, Hail Mary is a better 'man' than most I have met.  just sayin'.....

I wish, however, that you could walk a day in my shoes.... you could see that my own definition for what a "classic family" was has changed so much in the last year.... and not because I ever wanted it too.

As a young girl, I knew that I liked girls, and that I most certainly liked them more than I liked boys... but, much like you, I thought that a "family" was defined by a Mom and a Dad and some number of cute, curly topped kid-lets - who I would love cleaning up after, cooking for and raising.... and there we would be:  happy, content, whole.

But that didn't happen.

Like millions of families around the globe, mine was rocked by infidelity and unspoken unhappiness... and my "classic family" was taken away from me - but more importantly, it was taken away from my children. Working *hard* to re-define us as a "family" that now lived in two houses and doing it in a manner that helped my kids heal and become whole, happy beings in spite of the brokenness around them was no small task.
Believe that.

Then I had to heal myself. I had to think about my own future and that of my children and any future partners.... and thankfully, I decided that I had tried it the worlds way, the regilgous way - YOUR WAY - that whole 'classic family' thing.... but now I needed to follow my instincts:  I had to accept who I was.  A lesbian.

Then I had to redefine family a third time.... and in my case:  that's all me - a woman playing the fundamental role of my family.

Isn't that what you wanted to show people in your commercial?
You can see why I'm so confused.

You see, Mr. Barilla, our family is now one family living in two houses with four people who co-parent two children - three are women and one is a man.... I'm more worried about making sure it's a whole, happy, communicative family.  I'll settle for that over "classic" any day....

You absolutely have the right to have your "classic" opinions about families and gay people and how you even said they should be allowed to adopt children.... but you should know that your opinions are just that:  yours.

You don't get to define me.
You don't get the power to define my family.
And you're right..... gay people CAN choose not to eat your pasta, sadly you seem to be under the impression and your opinions and permission were required in the first place:  they were not.

The good news for me is that at Wal-Mart your Barilla pats is $1.28 per box.  I can get the same weight and shape pasta in the Wal-Mart brand for $.88.... so I haven't been 'rich enough' to buy your pasta for some time now... and thank fuck for that.  So, no need for me "boycott" buying it.

Hey.... look at that:  poverty has it's benefits. 
Who knew.....?

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In response to the blog comment below:

Everyone *is* allowed to have their own *PERSONAL/RELIGIOUS* beliefs.... however, when you are selling a product to EVERYONE... it's wise to keep your judgmental, offensive opinions to yourself.  Or... like certainly bakeries, you might find yourself closing your doors due to a lack of customers.

You're *exactly* right - however... when Mr. Barilla INSISTS that a "classic family" is a Mom and a Dad - and that THAT is the only "demonstration" of family values.... is he not forcing his opinion on me?
I believe it is.  Sorry - but it is.

Sigh.  This is a blog.  You can read it.... or not.  I'm not selling you anything.  I'm not profiting.  THIS is a place for opinion.... :)

http://www.theguardian.com/world/2013/sep/26/pasta-firm-barilla-boycott-gay

http://www.forbes.com/global/2002/1125/036.html

We seem to talk about love so much in our society - we promise to ourselves and our children and our spouses... but we never really define it - especially for our children... and sometimes I think it just becomes a complicated obligation.  An empty obligation.

When I was pregnant with The Girl, people would often say, "You're going to love your new baby sister, aren't you?"  And that would almost always piss me off.... 

What if The Boy DOESN'T like his brand newattentinhoggingbundleofjoy?
What if The Boy was jealous of The Girl?
What if The Boy hated the crying and the smell of poopy diapers.....?
What if The Boy was aware of how much time his new baby sister would take away from him?

Isn't he *allowed* to have those emotions?
Isn't he *allowed* to process that?

Why should I shove "love" down his throat and tell him over and over and over.... "This is going to be your baby sister and you're going to love her and love and blah blah blah......"

When I was pregnant, and partially because we had lost a few pregnancies before The Girl held on, we didn't talk that much about what was happening.... sure, The Boy knew we were having a baby - but we kept it to that and nothing more. 

I never *TOLD* him he was going to love anyone....
I never forced his four year old hands to awkwardly try to hang on to a slippery newborn swaddled in a blanket too big and too bulky for his arms while I looked on adoringly and he looked around the room with eyes begging for someone to take this wiggly thing out of his arms.

Nope.

The Girl arrived while El Capitan was at preschool with The Boy - having a normal day - and they came and met her and then they went home and had the rest of a normal day.  The Bubbie stayed with me for the most part because I was sick and totally out of it. lol

They came back each day and when The Boy asked to hold the baby:  he did.
When his little heart and mind had processed events to the point where emotional curiosity had a normal place - *that* is when he wanted to hold her.

I have never told my children they have to love each other..... because here is where I think we go wrong - we tell our kids - 'This is your sister and you HAVE to love her...' - but what happens if your son grows up and thinks your daughter is too loud, too annoying, too... whatever- and while he feels obligated to LOVE her which prompts a lifetime of *saying* the right things - buying holiday and birthday gifts, attending weddings, etc.... but you didn't teach him to LIKE or APPRECIATE his sister.... then where are you?

I have told The Boy from the time that the two of them could start 'arguing' over toys - that *IF* he so chooses, his baby sister could be is best friend for his whole life.  That if he treated her with respect, she would grow up to always be there for him.  That if he laughed with her and spent his time making *her* laugh instead of arguing over toys and whatever.... that he would have someone who would do anything for him, go everywhere with him, always support him..... because at the end of the day:  THAT is what love is.

It's not some obligatory sentence that loses it's value and meaning and validity over time.

I'm not a perfect parent... fuck, it's goes without saying that I might not even be a good parent in many people's books - I'm divorced and now I'm gay.... lol it's the corner where broken and deviant meet for some people... hahah.  Seriously though - there are so many things I wish I had time and money for.... so I could be that 'pintrest' Mom who bakes cookies from scratch and not from a box with fat dough boy on the front.

But, I'm pretty sure I got that right because The Boy *adores* The Girl and they are so close that the counselor actually advised against moving them into separate rooms just yet.  

But that's who THEY ARE.  It's not who I forced them to be.  I never made anyone promise to love anyone because guess what.... love fades.  It takes one different shapes and meanings and sometimes.... it just goes away.  

I think they know the 'going away' part all too well.... 

When El Capitan left I didn't tell the kids they still had to "love" their Dad.... when they were angry and crying and bitter and questioning - I affirmed their anger and their feelings and told them that all they really needed to do was leave the door open for things to change.... for their Dad to make better decisions and be different one day..... 

Lately The Boy has been really struggling with his behavior.... he's angry and quick to yell or scream and in the heat of the tantrum my instinct is to punish the behavior, but the *reality* is that The Boy is suffering... because things with El Capitan and him have been a bit rocky lately.

More than a bit rocky.

And may be that's where we go wrong as parents.... because we *promise* these little tiny being that we will love them forever... love, kiss and snuggle and cuddle.... love them.  Which is easy to do when they sleep 14 hours a day or are toddling around the house with fat chubby hands that pick up everything they can and put it in their mouth..... 

It's less easy to do, it seems, when our children are pre-tween and going through *a lot* of changes and they are angry and resentful and exposed to someone who flips off other drivers when they "do something wrong" - see.... that's the thing.  Our kids are watching.

When they see their Dad flipping some guy the bird because he cut him off, or didn't go fast enough or whatever.... they only know that the other guy did something 'wrong' and that is the response:  flipping someone off.

So, is it not entirely acceptable to a child's mind that when THEY feel they see their Dad do something 'wrong'.... that they ALSO want to 'flip him the bird' with their temper and their tantrum and their words?
Totally.


At least I think it's acceptable..... understandable at the least.


So that's how things have been around here.... The Boy giving us the collective finger from time to time (every day, mind you) because he's angry and upset that things have been done wrong... and he's right and justified and valid in feeling that way.


So now when he get's like this.... I don't match his raised voice with mine.
I don't get into the dirt and scream back in elevated anger to gain control... because we all know that gains nothing and most certainly not control.

Instead.  I hug him.  I wrap my arms around his angry body and remind him that I love him.
That it's okay that he's angry and upset and pissed off..... and I love him angry.  I love him sad.  Because I love him all the time... and after a very rough weekend away - he's finally settling down.  He's finally turning his own anger knob down just a touch and finding a way to talk to me and deal with things a bit better..... 
And I'm glad.

Because I don't want to just "love" my son.... I want to make sure that I raise him to be someone that I *LIKE* - and someone that other people like.... someone who deals with problems and issue's without flipping the world the bird.... all the time, every time.

I never knew, when I had The Boy, just how much I could love him.... and I certainly didn't know that being a parent would redefine that love into a thousand different forms..... 
Sigh.

So.  Hail Mary.

A few of you have asked via email or facebook - you want to know more.... but, to be honest, I've been afraid to write about her, about *us* because it really does seem like as soon as I put something down on paper - as soon as I'm excited and I let go of being anxious or worried - well.... it goes away.

For instance, Hail Mary drives a little *too* fast for me.  She never does it if the kids are in the car with us, but I tend to think that she drives a little to fast (please read: like a fucking bat out of hell) if it's just us in the car.  So this driving issue came up over the weekend and it reminded me of the one (and only) ticket I've ever gotten in my life.

I was approaching a stop light and an officer was turning left onto my road and said he "clocked" me going 40 in a 25.... I called bullshit on that because I was less than 20 yards from the light and not at all stopping "fast" but coming to a normal stop. I felt that he had clocked on-coming traffic to him as he turned (it's a 35 mile and hour road) and then ticketed me.  He failed to see it my way and wrote me a ticket.

Armed with hours of research on how the radar guns work and glossy pictures of the intersection from all directions.... the Judge wouldn't eve *hear* me because it turned out that that Sheriff who wrote my ticket was "out of jurisdiction" for his department and the Judge ripped up my ticket.
Win!

Then I noticed that the Judge was the very same Judge who had married El Capitan and myself.  I went home and wrote him a note with a picture of us then (so *Very* thin and good looking) and a picture of our family at the time - I told him how we had been married ten years and how happy I was... blah blah blah.

A month later.... El Capitan was gone.
Sigh.

Needless to say, it's been a life-long thing - this whole 'writing things down and they go away' deal.... so I tend to err on the side of cautious cynicism with a dash of hope and a side dish of positivity.  That said, I'm careful about letting my happiness let it's 'freak flag fly'.... just in case it actually just fly's away......

A while ago I wrote about how I would 'whisper' to The Boy and The Girl at night while they were sleeping - how much I love them, how wonderful, amazing, happy they are... etc.  However, as The Boy rounds the corner to those 'tween years, it started feeling a bit weird to be whispering in their ears each night, so I started writing messages to them on the bathroom mirror so that their day starts by looking at their own reflection and reading positive words about themselves or the day they are going to have.  And in the top corner I write a wee note to Hail Mary as well.

I know... I'm kind of lame. lol

Two nights ago, after getting everyone off to bed, the dishes done, etc.... I came into the bathroom to find my *own* note that Hail Mary had written to me..... and as usual Hail Mary was 'handsomely rewarded' for being awesome... lol :)

It's crazy to get to spend so much time with someone who makes me laugh, cooks me ramen when I'm too sick to get up, wipes butt's when needed (not mine, thank you.... ), folds laundry - and traps - and *de-heads* the giant rat that had taken up residence in the garage.  No - I'm seriously - it was the size of a motherfucking cat - and black.... and gross.  So Hail Mary place a rat trap and it ate the food and got away, so Hail Mary re-did the trap and *this* time caught the damn thing only.... she had PICKED UP THE TRAP thinking it was empty because it was closed and nothing was sticking out of it - only to pop it open and see a head inside... gag.  vomit. scream. run.... all things *I* did while Hail Mary was strutting around the garage going "Yeah- nailed it!" and was proud.  (that's a butch girl thing.... they kill spiders, de-head rats..... gross).

It's also football season.... Hail Mary loves *all* things football..... and this week we had made plans to take the kids to the park to play and Hail Mary was going to help me practice my softball skills when a friend of Hail Mary's called to invite her out to watch that nights game at a bar.

*Before* me and my brood moved in... Hail Mary was a regular at a few local places that show football games and would have never thought twice about heading out the door to meet a friend to watch a game.... so when Hail Mary called to tell me that her friend had called her.... at first I was kind of annoyed.
Well, ok... *more* than kind of.

Carving out 'family' time - and even 'alone time' gets harder and harder because Hail Mary works full time, I'm working nearly full time hours and all weekend *every* weekend, the kids are with El Capitan *less* because he's working and they can't just 'go to Bubbie's' because they live kind of far away now.... so it's complicated and busy and whatnot.... so I was allll kinds of butt hurt at the idea that Hail Mary would bail and go watch a game instead of go to the park.

At the same time.... I know that Hail Mary has given up a month of Sunday's of game watching and doesn't spend *nearly* the time with her friends that she used to... and that can be bad for a relationship.  You don't want either person giving up their outside world for the other person.... so I *was* butt hurt, but I said, "Ok... that's fine- we can just go to the park tomorrow night."
And I meant it - it *was* fine.

But in my head I was bummed because I don't feel like I get to see her as much as I want to - doing fun things that aren't making dinner and doing dishes and folding laundry and stuff.... 

Hail Mary however.... and I *SWEAR* this is true said...... "No, I already told her no because we were taking the kids to park."

"Yeah, but we can just go tomorrow....."  I argued.

"No, we can't,"  Hail Mary replied, "because in ten years I'm not going to remember what bar I went to or what game I watched - but the kids are going to remember the time that *we* were supposed to take them to the park and instead I chose to go out with a friend to watch football.... and I don't want them to remember that.  I want them to remember all the times we took them to the park and threw the softball and played on the swings and whatever."

And I swear I almost crashed my car because in that very instant I fell in love with her alllll over again *AND* because I had only been thinking of me - how much I miss her, how much *I* wanted to spend time with her... and SHE was thinking about The Boy and The Girl and how she didn't want to let them down.... 
Wow.

I'm not sure how we got so lucky... I'm really not, but we are... and I am.... 
and I'm just so fucking grateful.

And then two nights later I came upstairs to find that message on the bathroom mirror.

May be everyone finds love like this..... I don't know.  I never found anything like this with a man.... may be it's because Hail Mary is my 'person' and 'completes' me... may be it's the way all lesbians are (that's possible) - or may be I just never knew love until I could love and accept myself.... I'll never know the answer.

So I just settle for being grateful.... so. very. grateful.

First let me start by saying that I *love* *love* LOVE my friends.
They are wonderful, kind, generous people who have held my hand, wiped my tears and stood by me when I went the way of rainbows and unicorns and girl bits..... Needless to say:  they are awesome.

Recently there was a popular blog going around about a woman shopping at a Whole Foods and not generally feeling "hippie" or "cool" enough to be there and how her 'bill' at the end was over $300.... which she sheepishly paid. I read it.  It was super funny..... however, I actually thought to myself, "holy crap - she actually went *in* there... .I feel all those things just watching my facebook feed these days.

I'm too broke to even walk in the doors.... I already know I can't afford it.

All day long on facebook - recipes using these 'organic products'.
Scary movies about 'where our meat comes from'..... which pretty much will have you willing to eat your own feces before you settle down to another chuck meat burger.
Gag.

Lots of ideas for 'cute kids' meals so that you can puree veggie's (in the blender I obviously own) and secretly add it to meals to get kids to eat their veggies.

I would love to feed my kids organic foods. 
I would love to set some kind of awesome social standard for them by only dressing them in pure cotton clothes free from 'harmful' dyes.
I would love to have them eat and drink from cups and plates which are BPA free... or whatever the hell it is I'm supposed to be worried about now... but I'm betting *most* of the ones I bought at the dollar store are loaded with chemicals.
Sigh.

Here's the deal..... fuck 'Whole Foods'.... I'm trying to figure out how to buy *any* foods.... seriously.
No. Really.

I saw at a local Farmer's Market that they accepted Food Stamps... which is *super* cool, however, what the government thinks you can feed a family of 3 on ($230 a month) DOES NOT go very far at a Farmer's Market of any kind.... 

I buy produce at Wal-Mart.
We eat almost allllll Wal-Mart brand foods that *used* to come in plain white boxes with blue writing, but as of late - they have spruced their look up with color pictures on the label for the Pasta Sauce.... taste's the same, still costs me less than $1.50... so they could put whatever the hell they want on the front, as long as they don't raise the price.

See.... that's the world we live in.
One and a half pounds of meat:  $7.00
Two jars Pastsa Sauce:  $2.56
Two boxes pasta:  $1.66
Total dinner, lunch & dinner leftovers:  $11.22

Which if I can get three meals for three people out of it - it means that I'm spending $1.24 per person, per meal.  Yeah.... THAT is what feeding yourself on a serious budget looks like.

It's not organic.  It didn't come from a fancy store with a vitamin section that is four aisles wide.... instead you can choose from lawn mowers to DVD's to guns.... there's nothing 'hippie' or cool or .... enlightened about shopping at Wal-Mart and I can sure as shit promise you that if *anyone* is 'namaste' to you, it's some kind accident and they were probably trying to say... 'You're nasty" and you should move your cart away as fast as possible.  Sometimes The People of Wal-Mart are a little crazy...... just sayin'.

Wal-Mart isn't about 'cool'.... so much as it's just about being real.

This is how much money I have - and in *this* store, I can afford to buy food to make dinner, instead of drive thru McDonald's...which to be honest, is actually waaaaay too expensive for us these days.  A meal for three at McD's is around $17.00.... but if you go to Arby's you can get the $1 Roast Beef and $2 curly fries and suddenly you're eating like fucking *kings* for $11.00.
Yeah.... that's how we roll... right thru the Arby's.  

Sometimes, it all starts to wear me down.... the facebookness of it all....  sometimes my feed is nothing more than an hourly reminder of the things I don't have time to do, the things I can't afford ......

"I ran 3.4 miles with Nike....."  -  hmm.... I didn't.  I have a kid at home who can't keep up... wait - scratch that- who probably already runs faster than me and *I* couldn't keep up... plus I have to try to work to make money.

"I picked these heritage tomatoes from my garden....." - rad.  I couldn't afford the raised beds, soil, seeds and  I'm already showering the kids at the same time to save on water.... so throwing it around on the grass in the hope that something grows seems like a bad plan.

"This is the healthy 0 calorie, 0 fat, corn fed, hand fed, hand raised, breast-fed chicken dinner that I spent hours lovingly making for my family......"  - awesome.  I'm hoping that the Foster Farms Chickens ads *aren't* lying... because even then I can only afford them the day they "expire" in the meat aisle.
No joke.

The truth is... there are *NOT* a shit ton of 'social services' for me to 'take advantage of'.  I *DO* work.... but I need to work more... but who watches my kid?  The cost of day care is more than I would make, at least until she's in full time school.... so what can I do?

Child support is great.... but there's rent and a car payment and a cell-phone and car insurance... and school clothes and some kind of social outing.... we've already taken skateboarding class and dance classes totally off the table..... so - organic grapes?
Yeah.... no.

Whole Foods......?
Fuck no.

I would love to shop there... I would love *nothing more* than to get to the end of loading my cart with a zillion healthy foods and snacks and organic this and gluten-free that.... and swipe my debit card and PAY $300 for it all....
I would love it.

The truth is.... I fill my cart with $100 worth of food at Wal-Mart (probably worth more than $300 at Whole Foods... lolol) and I secretly cross myself and do a 'please-let-it-be-approved' dance which I hope the cashier doesn't notice when I swipe my card.

I stand there awkwardly shifting my weight from one foot to the other because I actually *don't know* if the card is going to go through..... or if I'll be that Mom with two kids asking for bags of M&M's and trying to figure out which items I'm putting back until the card *does* go through. 

Nobody posts that shit on facebook. lol
Nope.

I'm not ashamed.  I'm not thrilled.... and it's troubling and depressing to be 38 years old and gearing up for another "Goodwill" Christmas because money is already tighter than a whore's garter in Church..... and other than work harder, save pennies where I can.... I can't *do* anything else.  I'm already trolling Craigslist for certain used toys so that I can start getting stuff before other people start looking.... and then there's selling stuff I have just to have extra money, too.

I have a job skill and an education.
I don't have a drug or alcohol problem. 
I *had* a savings... but I spent is all on making the COBRA payments to keep my health insurance.
I didn't get "here" because I made a lot of bad choices..... I'm here because someone else made one choice.

When I had extra money.... I paid off my husbands University bill.
When I had more extra money...I paid off my husbands tax bill.  
I was a good wife.

I quit school to raise a family so my husband could focus on his career.... for all our benefit.
I did what I was supposed to do.
I learned the *hard* way... that that *wasn't* what I should have done.

The truth is.... as hard as it is - there are single Mom's out there who have it worse.... who are homeless and living solely on food stamps and meager assistance.... shit... there are *families* out there who have it worse.... so I'm grateful.

I can't buy The Girl the cute outfits I used to get her at Nartje.... but she *does* have clothes and they are cute and clean.  I'm grateful.

I am grateful.

At the same time, though..... there are days I look at my friends lives and their facebook updates and I feel like half the parent I *should* be - because when it comes right down to it.... there's no way I can afford to do half the things they do..... perhaps not even a quarter.

Hail Mary and I were talking the other day and the biggest lesson I've learned is that I should have put half my money away .... I should have used half my money for the husband I had and family stuff... and put the other half away for 'the future'.... which could have been a trip to Europe in our 70s.... or, grocery money when the "he" left ..... That would have been smart. lol

Hindsight.... she's a bitch.

NOTE:  I am still sick.
So. Sick.
Ugh.

Aside from that - I was SUPER DUPER excited to get my mail and find a BRAND NEW TO ME TOM TOM!!!!!

One of you wonderful, lovely, kind people who goes by 'Emma' - sent me her Tom Tom.

Really.  Just.... sent it to me.  With this hilarious crazy-cat-lady card and all.  
Actually I'm not sure which I liked more - the card or the Tom Tom. lol

I was *stunned* to find out that this version is actually newer than the one I had!  AND..... drum. Roll. PLEASE:
Emma and her super sweet hubby downloaded the SNOOP DOGG VOICE!!!!

As if just sending me their Tom Tom wasn't *more* than kind... *more* than enough.... they went the extra mile and made me whole..... (insert jokes here as you see fit.)

I got it on the way to pick up The Boy from school and I turned it on for the drive home and suddenly they were screaming from the backseat:  "MOM!!!! THATS SNOOP DOGG!!!!!"

And then The Boy noticed that Snoop say's things like.... "in 50 meters turn right......"  because *this* Tom Tom actually came from another country - so he talks about meters and motorways instead of yards and freeways.  The Boy was fascinated by this. 

I'm still feeling horrible..... I can't seem to get this head cold under control.... soooo annoying.  However, I'm so touched and humbled and *GRATEFUL* by this uber kind gesture.  Really.
THANK YOU A THOUSAND TIMES EMMA.

There is just so much that I have learned in the last year and a half.... about myself, about my family and about the world we live in..... and while yes, some people such and break your heart and break into your car and steal your stuff... there are people made of rainbows and sunshine and good things who will *do* good things to help make up for and heal the damage done by others.
That's more than just kind of awesome.

In the mean time..... life is moving on - there's laundry to do and bathrooms to clean and dinners to make... I know - I said that all before - but *Seriously* it's like coming back to the hum-drum 'Mom jobs' after a year or so of The Bubbie doing them for us... lol.  It's her house and she does things her way and I was always chasing my tail and running here and running there - and everything..... and The Bubbie doesn't like to *wait* for me to do the laundry when I have time:  she just does it.  

So she did it... she did almost all of it - and I started to realize that perhaps this 'vacation' wasn't such a great thing because I kind of *like* taking care of my family and my kids and nesting and making a home and such.... I really like it actually.

Hail Mary.... well, she's putting up with it because now her 'Pirate bathroom' complete with black shower curtain has been turned into a "ship/nautical/pirate" theme with shells that The Girl and I laid out just so on the counter and a navy and white shower curtain with tall ships on it with navy and white towels to match.... and one *very large* pirate ceramic head on the shelf to top it all off. lol

Also.... Hail Mary takes great exception to my Twilight bed set..... ok - now don't all panic at once:  it's not an *actual* Edward head or anything..... it's not One Direction bedding, dammit.  But,it *IS* the actual same bedding that they used in the movie for Bella's bed.  Charlie buys it for her and it's on her bed when she first arrives and they used it all the way until Break Dawn.

It's purple with these kind of pretty leaf pattern in a velvet over the top... purple being my favorite color and Twlight being my favorite movie.... I spent a good bit of time hunting this down online to own it.  The Bubbie and Papa bought it for me for Christmas last year and I left it in it's pretty bag until I was out on my own.... so in spite of Hail Mary's objections to purple -I go to sleep under my Bella bedding.

It *almost* looks like at least one girl lives here..... 

I feel like someone has parked their car on my head.... or rather, my face.... or possibly just balanced their car right on my cheek bones..... either that, or my head is getting ready to explode.

Oh yes...... having had two years "off"... I had forgotten what happens when your child goes to public school.

EVERYONE. GETS. SICK.

The Boy has a head cold.
The Girl has a head cold.
and I..... *I* have a head cold.

Life is settling to a familiar, and yet distant, routine..... but once I haven't had for almost a year and a half.  Now it's back to cleaning house and doing chores and staying on top of the laundry and making dinner every night.  Every. Single. Night.

Good grief.... I forgot how *hard* it is to make dinner.  I mean I own like two dozen cook books... and yet I can never seem to figure out what the hell to make.  How's that for First World Problems..... so many choices, so much entitled indecision.

However.... on a not-so-first-world-problem note..... The Boy thinks he sprained his wrist.  I looked at it - and it's certainly a bit.... swollen?  And he said it hurt to the touch.... and you know a few months ago I would just book him an appt with the pediatrician or go to the ER or whatever.... but, we currently have no health care for the kids and I simply cannot afford a trip to Urgent Care or the ER.  So instead I went to the local pharmacy and bought him an ace bandage and wrapped it up myself..... that was kind of heartbreaking.  To be honest..... that was a suck-ass realization:  I actually CANNOT afford to take my kid to the hospital.
Parenting FAIL.
Sigh.....

The good news is that the swelling is down and we've been icing it off and on..... assuming we ever get benefits sorted out soon- I'll take him right in to have it looked at.... for now that has to be enough.
Still... parenting fail.
Good times.

Saturday I had to drive the kids to Bubbie's so they could stay there while I worked, and on the way The Boy asked me, "Mommy... am I too young to be 'sexy' with a girl?"

First of all.... who the *hell* is talking about sexy ANYTHING near my kids?  lol
I'm about as far from 'sexy' as I physically am from Russia (which is pretty far since they would kill me for being a queer... just sayin').... so I *know* I'm not the one talking about sexy anything. 

So first I tell him that 'sexy' is really a word that is inappropriate for him - that it has a meaning that he isn't really old enough to understand AND it's not something I'm willing to explain to him until he is older.  Then I ask him where he *heard* the word 'sexy'.

Fred.

Ah.... that stupid Nickelodeon show - the one with the kid who screech talks.  

Then The Boy say's, "Ok, well am I old enough to have a girlfriend?"
"Well," I reply, "In my opinion you are not old enough to have a 'girlfriend' - but you are certainly old enough to have a crush on someone.  A crush is when you really like someone - they make you laugh, you like the way they look, they are nice to you .... you're never too young to have a crush."

He seems to be thinking about this for a while when The Girl pipes up from the seat next to him, "Well, I don't think I want to have a boyfriend, I want to have a girlfriend."

I'm totally caught off-guard by this and I'm immediately (in my mind) assuming that this is probably because I am with Hail Mary and so I'm quickly assembling my response in my head - 'Well, [Girl] you might want a boyfriend or a girlfriend - just because Mommy has a girlfriend doesn't mean that you will or that you will want one....'  

But before I can formulate my response, The Girl say's this:  "Yeah.... I don't think I want a boyfriend like Daddy who makes bad decisions, uses naughty words or is mean to me.  I want a girlfriend like Tiana."

Feck.  
Seriously kid?  You're FOUR.  First of all... again- I thought *most* of this was sailing right past her conscious mind and she was doing fine.... *clearly* she's picked up on more than I realize - AND what the hell.... 
Sigh.

So Tiana is the waitress they had when El Capitan took them to Red Robin on Friday and The Boy read her name tag and said she had a 'pretty princess name' and that she 'looked like a princess, too'.  So, the waitress totally adored The Boy and she spent a bunch of extra time at their table and whatnot... and clearly she made an impressions because The Girl then say's, "Tiana was pretty and nice and had dark skin."

Alrightyyy then.... cool. Out of the mouths of babes.

I pulled myself together and explained to the girl that everyone has times in their life when they make bad choices and she's too young to be worried about having a boyfriend or a girlfriend..... but either one is fine.  And The Boy say's, "That's right - sometimes boys kiss boys and sometimes girls kiss girls and sometimes boys and girls kiss each other - and it's all the same."

The Girl agree's.
The Boy then turns on Tegan & Sara on the Kindle.
Yeah.... that's what having a gay Mom looks like for sure.  

Even still, I was pretty upset about the whole thing so I called the counselor who pointed out to me that since the start I have only ever told them that we divorced because "daddy made a bad decision" - and as we all know - he continued to make them for months and months after..... and The Boy *does* tend to talk about this quite a bit still... so it's natural for the girl to see things that way.

Our kids area watching.... always watching.  I know that they see the things El Capitan does and I try to keep not making it "okay" - but I do try to keep creating a mental and emotional space where they can all get past this - create a space where forgiveness lives so that they grow up with the ability to move on from any 'bad' place..... but then I wonder - who the f*ck is doing that for me?

What 'bad decisions' are they seeing *me* make and whatever they are..... who is making sure that they will grow up with the ability to forgive me for whatever they feel I did wrong..... ?  

Some days I think this is getting easier.... and some days I feel like it's getting worse.
Today.... I just want to stick my head in under my covers until this head cold goes away.

So we've been settling in to our new place.... The Boy has had a few 'growing pains', but I think that's to be expected.

New house.
New room.
New co-parent.
New school......

New everything...... 

So I was expecting and ready for the melt downs and occasional talking back that would likely come from The Boy.... and it has.  I hate it... I hate knowing that his crappy behavior issue's are because we had to make changes and because I know that deep down he would rather be homeschooling... but that just isn't going to be an option for us much longer.
Sigh.

Better to make these changes now, the counselor said.
So we did.

There have been been some growing pains for Hail Mary and I because I'm a bit of a Momma-Bear and I don't no one and nothin' saying anything other than flowers and rainbows come out my children..... but I have to learn to be open to Hail Mary's observations and ideas and perspective.  And it's hard.
Harder than I thought it would be.

Thankfully, Hail Mary has been through this before so she's better prepared for me and my responses than *I* am.... which is pretty freakin' lucky.

The Girl though..... she was all happy smiles and extra bed time snuggles..... At only four I kind of just assume that 'change' rolls past her a bit differently than it does her brother.  Surely she's not old enough to 'remember' the way things used to - or have any solid opinions on how things turned out different from what she wanted.  Surely she's too young..... right?
Wrong.

I'm a bit of a pack-rat you see.... okay, okay, it could be (or rather it *has* been) suggested that I'm a bit of a hoarder.  I hoard things.  I have a hard time letting go of their baby clothes and their toddler clothes and favorite toys or books..... For The Girls' first birthday we had a Yo Gabba Gabba theme.  This was well before Gabba was hugely popular and I had to print posters and cake stuff from the web and hand make all the decorations and stuff.  One of the things I made that stayed up for a years was this Muno "Brush It Up" that was on the bathroom mirror.  

When we moved, I couldn't throw it away - so I packed it with my curlers where it wouldn't get bent.  When we moved into Hail Mary's it got left out on the counter and I had kind of just forgotten about it - debating on throwing it out  even.....

And then this happened:

The Girl:  "Mom, do you remember the Muno on the mirror in the bathroom in the house that was blue?"
Me:  "Yes, I do."  (At first I was totally taken aback, then I remembered Muno must be on the counter.)
The Girl:  "That was when we lived with Daddy and we were a family."

and my heart started sinking faster than the Titanic.......

The Girl: "Yeah..... we lived in that blue house.  I liked living there and playing with [Brother].  Now I like living with [Hail Mary]."

She remembered.
I can't believe that she remembered seeing that Muno on the mirror in our old house - our old, blue house.  If she remembers that - what else does she remember?  What pain and anguish and heartache was she not spared from because she wasn't too young to remember like I thought she was......
Feck.

She seems happy.... she smiles all the time, she's bonded very well with Hail Mary.... while I feel like The Boy is a bit on a island on his own right now from all of us - including his Dad.  I get it though - he's angry - and so am I .... this isn't the life we all planned.... but- at the same time:  life sucks, you better get a helmet.  Right?

These changes have to be made.  We have to make them, and being here gives The Boy better academic opportunities.....just tonight at dinner he was saying how much he was looking forward to seeing all his friends tomorrow at school.... so, I know he's happy - but that doesn't mean that he isn't still upset or angry about having to make changes in the first place.

I totally understand it.... because I kind of feel the same way.

So.... I've been trying to cure whatever emotionally aches both of them by making brownies and cupcakes in the afternoons - they love taking turns helping me add ingredients and turning on the mixer.  Hopefully some one on one time with Mom will help us all......

Oh, and Muno is back up in the bathroom.
Because no matter what changes we make - things in life are still constant - like brushing your teeth. lol

Today's the day that really.... no blogger wants to blog.  What can I say that hasn't been said?  What can I share that hasn't already been felt?  More importantly..... who I am to have any kind of opinion on today when I knew no one who perished..... and I know several of you will have.

So.  I'm sharing a very graphic you tube tribute.  Why.......?

Well, we all know that the day *after* 911 I swore off watching anything violent - movies, TV shows, etc.  I'm a HUGE Sons of Anarchy fan, but if they start torturing people - I just leave the room and come back when the scene is over.  I don't watch movies about death or murder or terrorism.... why should I - I sat and watched all the original footage on the day of 9/11 - people jumping from burning towers, planes flying into the towers, people running for their lives.... and not making it out.  

That was enough pain and sorrow and tragedy for a lifetime and it was real. No one mass produced it. No one directed it... well - I guess they kind of did... but you get my meaning.

However, there is a reason *this* blog and my own personal journey has garnered and kept over 20,000 monthly readers - and we *alllll* know it's not because I'm an awesome writer with perfect grammar.... hahaha - rather, people come here for the reality of what having a spouse who cheated on you *is* like.  The reality of the journey we're on from broken to whole.  The pain, the tears, the anger... it's all here -in real time.  Honest.  True.  Real.

People are drawn here because we spent a lot of time in our world putting a happy face on ourselves and our lives and moving on..... but often, deep down, we have emotional pain which create's scars no one knows about.  We bury our feelings and in some respect.... we then bury ourselves.

We all "remember" 9/11 - but I think it's important to actually RE.MEM.BER.  Not just with pretty songs and ribbons and stickers on our car and facebook pages.... but we actually get back into that ditch.  We crawl back into that space where the Nation and the world held it's breath when the second plan just.... disappeared into the tower.  

There was this bizarre/amazing movie that Robin Williams did - What Dreams May Come - it has a bit of a complicated story line, but the gist is that his wife commits suicide and he has already died and is in heaven.  The wife goes to "hell" because committing suicide is a sin - and while he couldn't seem to connect to her, or fully understand her in life - he leaves heaven to go to her in the place she in to save her.

The point of the movie was the as a husband he couldn't really understand or support his wife until he put down everything he had and just WENT to her in the place she was.... that dark, emotional, painful - REAL place..... 

Many of you have *been* to that place with me..... 

So, this video is 'that place' for 9/11 - the footage they stopped showing *years* ago because it was "too upsetting".... you don't have to watch it - you can always watch the sweet Budweiser horse one - but for me, it's good to have that REAL reminder of what NY went through.  What the people in the towers and on the planes went through that day..... 

The author of the video later goes back and apologizes for the video and it's graphic nature- feeling she might have done a disservice to the families and victims - however, I think what she made - *at the time* was as raw and real as the events themselves.  It was made at a time when stranger across the nation were getting tattoo's for a city and a people they never met... to honor them.  This video is a bit of a 'tattoo' on the mind - and I think it serves an amazing purpose as we move away from the event in years - we should be careful not to move away from the reality of what happened, because... it could happen again.
Sigh.

The people are screaming, swearing, people are jumping... because that's what happened.  Images and moments in time that I thought were seared into my mind and heart were, to my surprise, actually forgotten as I watched them again..... and as our country still teeters on war with people who actually *do* these kinds of things, a reminder of what has happened probably isn't a bad thing.
Oh... and yes, the irony of LeAnn Rimes singing Amazing Grace is especially poignant.

So, yes - never forget.  Never. Ever. Forget.

And yes, by all means sticker up your cars and your facebook pages, too.

might be worried because from his perspective that's what happened with El Capitan:  one day he was here... and then he never came home again.  So, then I stopped and sat down and we talked about things.....  I guess he really likes Hail Mary and I explained that she was only gone for the night and would be back the next night.  To be honest, I'm not entirely sure he believed me. lol

Which is kind of funny because this week the kids and I attended the out of town wedding of a lesbian friend and The Boy said to the girl who we are friends with, "Does this mean you're breaking up with my Mom and we won't see you anymore.....?"  Which had everyone laughing.  So that night I had to explain (again) to The Boy that while I am lesbian who dates women that *doesn't* mean that every woman I am friends with is someone I'm dating.... lol

So.  It was good to know that Hail Mary is having a positive affect on the children and their hearts.  I know she worries about this a lot - pretty much every day and any time she has to be stern or correct or discipline them - she worries that they won't like her..... but kids need boundaries and I believe that they *want* people in their lives to appropriately set them for them.   I am - no  WE - are very lucky that Hail Mary takes such a serious interest in being a co-parent to the children.

So that was Friday.

On Saturday I had to drive the kids out to Bubbie and Papa's house so that Bubbie came watch them while I work.  I had several sessions booked for the day - the first one had cancelled in the middle of the night because their little one woke up sick.... :(  Not serious sick, but caught something at the first week of school sick.... poor kid.  But, we re-scheduled and I got to sleep in... yay!

Then I headed downtown.  There are several places that we (PDX photogs) shoot in and around Portland.  On the waterfront on Water Ave is one of the busiest.  There is a fire station there, and a giant parking lot.  Almost every race that's run in downtown goes through this area.  There is a large overflow parking for OMSI and there are runners and walkers and bikers and local business in the area.

There are two roads that lead up to the fire station- Main and Salmon.  I have parked on either of these streets hundreds of times.  Both of these streets end at the main parking lot and on all four corners, there are (and have been for several years) homeless camps.

Actually.... there are homeless camps alllllll over Portland.  They are currently lining the sidewalk in front of civil buildings in downtown, they frequently take over parks and whatnot.... to say that homelessness in Portland is a bit of a problem is an understatement.  
Sigh.

However, this is also a VERY popular location for photos - just while I was there four other photographers showed up to shoot people there as well... so - I have continued to use this space and I greet the people in the camps with a friendly smile and sometimes money or food.  The camps are big - each one has at least 6 to 12 people there almost all the time, so that's about 20 - 30 people homeless people on either side of the street when you walk into the area and when you walk out.

On this day I pulled up and both sides of both streets were fully parked up and the only open spot was at the front of the line about 15 feet from one of the homeless camps.  As I parked I thought to myself.... "Well, I think it's 'okay' because they wouldn't break into a car so close to where they are.... right?"

Wrong.
So. F*cking. Wrong.

But, I parked the car, tucking my Tom Tom under the seat, pulled out my camera gear, locked my car, greeted the people I saw with a friendly nod and a hello and walked to the area to meet my client.

My second job was a freebie for a client who I knew really wanted to get pictures done, but I also know they can't afford them...so I when I had an opening between two jobs I set up a session for them for free which they were "super excited" about.... so excited that they never showed up, never emailed or called.
Sigh.
Oh well.

My next client came and it took longer than usual because they were new and their kids needed a little more time to warm up to me and to getting their picture taken.... which was fine, I didn't have any other plans for the day.  We finished up after about two hours and I headed back to my car.

As I approached ... my spidey sense started to tingle.

There were no people..... both camps were empty..... why?
Then I looked at my car and stomahc started to sink..... my small window had been broken out.  By this time I was directly between the two camps and carrying around $8K in camera gear in my bag.... which started to make me feel really scared.

So I quickened my feet and jumped in my car locking the doors..... glass was everywhere.
Once I was *in* my car - I looked up to see people gathering back at both camps......
F*ckers.

I backed up and calmly drove down the street to another area away from the camps, my hands shaking, glass crunching under my feet and my ass.  Good times.

I sat in my car crying because every penny I had just made for the day isn't going to cover the deductible on my car insurance AND.... I already needed that money to pay bills.
Feck.

I called Hail Mary - but she was working and didn't answer so I left her a message.
I thought about calling the police, but a broken window isn't *that* much to fix and I know a car accident has to have more than $500 worth of damage for them to come out and write a report.... and surely a window isn't more than $500?  Right.......?

I sat for a while feeling sad.... then I started to panic..... where were the Kindles?

Where is The Girls purple Leap Pad.........?
Where is my phone charger.......?
Where is my Tom Tom......?
F*ck.

Losing the Kindles sucks.  If you recall, that was the kids "big" present this last Christmas, a Kindle Fire for each of them..... and both were now gone.  Awesome.

The Leap Pad...... Why take my kids Leap Pad?  It's a baby game... with Electric Company and Kids Bop and Alphabet games on it.... but it also had picture and movies that The Girl had taken on it.... pictures and movies from when we were all still living in our house with El Capitan - memories from a time when we were still a family.  Memories taken by small, pudgy three year old hands..... gone.  Lost.  How am I going to tell her?
Double F*ck.

And.... my Tom Tom.  So.... in ten year of marriage El Capitan had *not* been the world's best gift-giver.  We either never had enough money - or he just kind of sucked at it.... no really.  He *sucked* at buying me things.  There was the Christmas where all he bought me was The Snoop Dogg CD - but not like a really good one... kind of a crappy one.  I never got an anniversary present.... we were waiting to get something "big" for our ten year... but that came and went with a $6 bouquet of Safeway Carnations and dinner at The Cheesecake Factory (and a quickie on the living floor for fun.... just sayin').  Which was fine..... I mean - it's not like he totally forgot or something.....

But, I was always getting lost going to weddings and job and calling El Capitan at home or at work to go online and help guide me to where I needed to go.... and so ONE CHRISTMAS.  

ONE GLORIOUS F*CKING CHRISTMAS...... El Capitan bought me that years brand new TOM TOM - which was *awesome* enough... only on TOP of that he had bought Snoop Doggs voice for it!!!!!!

You can actually go online to Tom-Tom and buy different celebrity voices for your Tom-Tom so that you don't have to listen to the boring voice.... Snoop Dogg say's cool things like when you get to your final destination he say's, "Thanks man.... I had the time of my life....."  or when follow his directions and turn left or whatever he'll say, "yeah.... just like that......".  The kids LOVE it.  

I loved it.  It was the first (and *only*) present that El Capitan ever got me that I loved.
And it was gone.
Triple F*ck.

I sat there crying.... it feels like every part of the life I had before just keep getting.... removed from my life.  It's not that I haven't moved on.... I HAVE moved on.  I am happy with my life.  I am happy to be an out and proud lesbian.  I am *thrilled* to have Hail Mary in our lives..... and I am happy that it *seems* as though my kids have (so far) made it through alllll of this: intact.
Thank f*ck for that.

However..... I was still married.  I was *happily* married and I love my house and my studio.... and my couch and my table and my built in hutch and my bed..... and my hand-painted bathroom...... there are only a few things I still had and the Tom Tom was one of them. Anyone who has ridden in my car *knows* how much I LOVE my Tom Tom.  And now it was gone.  My one and only gift from El Capitan.... it was gone, too.
F*cking crushed.

Then I got out of the car and started looking..... 

Hand-prints covered the side of the car where the window was broken.
Footprints from some Converse-Shoe-Wearing-Homeless person kicked both the passenger & drivers doors.
A metal piercing dent in the drivers side door.... wait - WHAT?

I look again..... and now I'm seeing all kind of scratches and piercing dents where some kind of metal object was used to hit my car..... great.  I walk back over to the window and now I can see that the FRAME of the window is BENT!!!!  F*CKING BENT!!!! and there is a large piercing dent in the BODY of my car where the car meet the door/window frame... and it's bent.

They CROW-BARED MY WINDOW to break it.
Really.... really?

Just busting out my window and stealing my sh*t wasn't *enough* - we have to BEND the sh*t out of everything to do it...... 
FanF*ckingTastic.

I follow the hand prints and find them on my trunk..... I open the trunk and see an empty place where my Black KitchenAid mixer had been sitting..... I had only *just* put that in my car to take to the new place - and it was hidden under a few blankets and stuff..... but they left the blankets and all our sweatshirts and CD's and even some money (though they took most of my parking/gas attendant tipping money out of the center console) - and dug out my KitchenAid.

So then I call the cops because now I *know* this is doing to be a lot more than $500 to fix..... and the very nice lady cop tells me that she knows exactly where I was parked and that in the last two months there has been a serious uptick in crime around these locations.... awesome.

I ask her why they would leave blankets and nice sweatshirts and she tells me that they only want electronics or metal to sell for heroine.  She is very nice and very compassionate - tells me I did nothing wrong (but it all feels wrong that's for sure!) - and she gives me a case number......

So THAT was my weekend.
Almost.......

On Sunday doing my Goddaughter's senior session..... my currently working camera died.  
Just.... died. 

SO THAT was my weekend..... sigh.
I hope yours was better.


PS..... in spite of having full Comprehensive Insurance through a major company - apparently I'm NOT covered for "mayhem" as advertised..... good times.  Gooooooood times. 
Sigh.