Bi And Large

Wow. Well, it has certainly been an interesting week behind the scenes at this blog. Funny what people do seem to think is appropriate.

 

ANYWAY, while I continue to work to clean things up and make this site more secure, why don't you go and take a look at some lovely fat positive Valentine's Day E-cards that can be sent here?  Have a browse and send one to your favorite fat person today.

Just a few gems from the past couple days, to show you what I live with.

 

This morning, I woke up and stumbled out into the kitchen looking for coffee. I kissed Pete good morning and Iris piped up from the breakfast table over her Cheerios, mid-smooch, "What IS this, some kind of wedding???"

 

Last night we were eating dinner and she was contemplating her cucmber. She ate a cucumber seed and asked if they were healthy to eat. We said yes and then started to talk about how funny Iris is, that at 2 she thinks about nutrition (and enjoys ice cream, too!) She chimed right in with her own thoughts: "You know what would be really healthy for you AND good? Radish Vanilla ice cream." Ummmm maybe not so much on the good. And probably not the healthy either, but she does get the concept!

 

My favorite moment:

 

An hour or so ago, Amy and I were snuggling together. We were talking about Martin Luther King, Jr., and about who he was and why she had the day off tomorrow. We talked about segregation, and about how black people and white people couldn't live together, or get married, or take the bus to school together, or even eat in a restaurant together. And that was wrong, so this very smart and brave man MLK started speaking out about it, and he got the laws changed. And then someone who believed black people didn't deserve to be like white people was so very angry about it that they shot him and killed him. But we remember what he did for our country and his good ideas about all people being treated equally, so we have a holiday to remember. Amy thought about it for a minte, and then she started to say, "Well, I know that sometimes, black people..."

 

And I braced myself for a stereotype. Because really, we do live in a pretty white rural suburb, even if her school is ethnically mixed. And she is only 5, and maybe she has picked up on midwestern judgement and racism. What would she say? Sometimes black people steal? Swear? Shoot guns? Smoke marijuana? Go to jail?

 

"Sometimes, black people are the President."

 

I smiled and nodded. And I admit, I cried just a little. Tuesday is going to be a truly excellent day.

OK, so it's actually Jan 16th. And in Australia, where it counts, it's Jan 17th. What MATTERS is, last night was the FIFTEENTH, and after dinner I was kind of crashing out, and Pete was being very kind and giving me a foot rub, and it suddenly hit us that it was our anniversary. Oops.

 

Neither of us had remembered, which is sad but is way better than ONE of us remembering and not the other. We've been married for nine years! And legally married, according to the Australia government and our de facto status, for a decade now. That's a long time, especially when you are in your early 30's.

 

Amy broke out her Easy Bake Oven and very kindly baked us some sugar cookies to celebrate with. I had some lava cakes in the freezer (thank you, Target) and we cooked those up and had quite a nice little celebration. So it turned into a nice evening. And we got to celebraate with our two wonderful girls, who make the marriage really a complete family after all.