February 2012


American ladies certainly have it better than most, but that doesn’t make it less depressing that Chesapeake Bay oysters could potentially be a more protected species than women in Virginia.  No matter what your stance is on birth control, medical access, or abortion, everyone should be outraged that women and services for women are being manipulated and restricted by local government (at our expense!).  The best practice is to leave it to the person that is physically affected by the decision. So why isn’t everyone outraged?  Why doesn’t everyone consider it unethical to challenge women’s rights?

We live in a society that in our parents’ lifetime has seen such incredible injustices that have been legal and encouraged by the government (remember sterilizing, Virginia?).  Insults to minorities that have been applauded during candidates’ debates and speeches only have me more convinced that if people don’t fight to keep the rights that they have and/or deserve that things could get worse.*  Women are easy targets because (excuse the hyperbole) men love to control women and women love to hate other women.  It bothers me how some people (ahem, Virginia Del. Bob Marshall) are so flip about why people oppose legislation that inserts government into our most personal decisions.

Being able to participate in last week’s silent protest at the General Assembly building and seeing that it made a smidge of an impact (in terms of change, but it got plenty of attention) was a good feeling, but when I feel most depressed this helps me feel like I’m not a alone.

This makes me happier, though. Don’t tell me what to do!

taken by Scott Elmquist for Style Weekly

*Ok, I’m being very broad here and not properly citing examples but my head’s full of dozens of articles and TV clips.  I’m trying to keep things neat and short, but I can get specific if you want a better argument.  It’s also important to note that I think that our dystopian future is, like, next year and it’s hard not to see today’s political players not just in the roles they have today, but how they would have voted on issues in the past and what encampments they will force us into after the rebellions.  That just makes me sound crazy, doesn’t it?  This Op-Ed is more eloquent and is correct to say that frustration about Virginia legislation is a response to all kinds of whackadoo happenings.

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This year is my fourth year with a garden.  Since we’ve had the house our backyard has gone through many changes.  Two years ago I posted about some hard work my mom and I did in the garden after we had a fancy fence installed.  I want to cry thinking about what it looks like now.   It’s overgrown with some weird, grassy weed.  The lattice that we nailed to our six-foot privacy fence — our umpteenth attempt at keeping the dog from scaling it — fell down in the storm last August, but it being half-off is the only thing keeping Bunk from jumping that part of the fence.  And one of our benches exploded or something, and all of the parts are lying around.  If our neighbor had a mind to hate us, our backyard would definitely be the reason (oh, how can our neighbor see over our fence?  He can’t, we only have 3/4 of our yard privatized) (I don’t want to talk about the fence situation).

And when I do plant a garden I spend a day getting it together and then scramble to find the time to keep it going.   It doesn’t even take that much time, I’m just terrible at time management (for instance — when I have an hour to myself, I get so overwhelmed by the probably dozens of things I can start and/or finish that I just go blank and sit on my bed and play Words with Friends and watch “30 Rock” reruns).  I will keep trying, though.  I like having a garden because, even if it’s not worth the time or money, having one dinner that features one thing I grew is an awesome feeling.  And usually growing things is super easy.  So easy that sometimes I don’t know that it’s happening.

I planted carrots and broccoli in my front yard two years ago last fall, and they never sprouted.  A couple of months ago I noticed what looked like parsley coming up in a few of my pots in the front yard.  I pulled the plant out to see what was going on, and there was a little baby carrot at the end.  Those little bastards didn’t come up but somehow managed to reseed themselves, so today I pulled up a bunch of dinky carrots, two of which will be used:

Tiny carrots look normal next to a baby

 

I already feel like I have started this gardening season with a win.  This is going to be my year (house-wise).  I’m going to make a raised-bed garden in the backyard to beat the weeds.  I’m going to plant more of the things that did well in previous years.   I’m going to make home improvements, like redo at least one floor in the house or even hang a shelf that we bought before we had a baby.  And then I’m going to buy a tiny tool belt for the baby that holds a little plastic hammer because “awww.” Also, herbs have been started and are sprouting (sprouting not pictured, dinosaur is pictured instead):