In Her Own Words…

That’s your own advice Governor. You know, on behalf of all the women you care so much about.

Want One?

Your minivan will never be the same. Thanks Sticker Giant!

Come find me at BlogHer ’09 in Chicago.

New Hobbies

I’ve been in the garden. Her brother has been at karate. So it only stands to reason the 4-year-old found something to do:

This 4th of July, We’re All Patriots

In anticipation of the holiday, this is crossposted at BlogHer.com

Patriot: A patriot is someone who thinks, feels or voices expressions of patriotism, support for their country. – Wikipedia

Depending on how you slice it, this definition of patriot either makes me the worst American ever, or one of it’s greatest patriots. It’s a toss up.

Which is probably why this 4th of July, we political types will spend too much time on our soapboxes trying to out-patriot the other.

My dissent is the height of patriotism for our country!

You don’t support our troops, you can’t be a patriot!

You don’t support our President! That’s unpatriotic!

You ignore the health care crisis, that’s unpatriotic!

But teaparties are the most patriotic thing you can do!

And so on. And so forth until we’re all donning our red, white, and blue clothing, painting our faces with stars and stripes and seeing who’s flag outside of who’s house is the biggest. Even making sure others know that we consider ourselves patriots.

As someone who’s patriotism has been called “fake” and “impossible” I know from where I speak. Just the other day on Twitter I was asked to prove  my support of the troops and asked to prove who in my family has served. Apparently to the person questioning me, my patriotism revolved around the military.

I rolled my eyes.

To others, it revolves around voting. And to others it revolves around flying your flag on a holiday and a BBQ. To some of us, it’s showing support for troops.

Let’s face it, none of us own the monopoly on patriotism. As Americans, we support our country in different ways.

I feel I support my country by being vigilant on holding our leaders accountable. ALL our leaders. I also feel I support my country by using the rights given to me- freedom of speech, for one.

I also feel it’s patriotic to help our fellow countrymen and women. This is a point of contention with myself and the other side. I call it help, they call it a hand out. I call it common decency, they call it unnecessary taxes.

Which is why I get confused over these ridiculous fights over “patriotism.”

Just Heather pointed me to one of her posts from 2006 that sums up a lot of my patriotic feelings.

“I definitely don’t need to see those planes fly into the towers yet again to see it clearly in my head. I remember it all vividly. But what I choose to remember most is how everyone came together. I remember the initial shock that it was anything other than a terribly tragic accident.

I remember the feeling of helplessness, wishing there were something—anything—I could do. I remember dashing around the house, emptying pantries, filling boxes, and stuffing bags once I found out a location nearby was collecting items for affected families.

I remember the tears in my little one’s eyes when we were done unloading the car—because she wasn’t done helping. I remember the elation she felt when I told her she could gather up any money in the car and donate it too.

I remember the normally intense homecoming float competition at my high school being abandoned. I remember the United We Stand float the classes created together, donating the remaining funds to the 9/11 families.”

BOTH sides of the aisle point to America post 9-11, those days just after, as the height of our Patriotism. Not because we were dissenting, not because we were sending care packages to troops, not because we were flying flags…but because we were HELPING EACHOTHER.

So if the true feeling and definition of patriotism is helping your fellow countryman or woman- what are you doing this 4th of July to be patriotic?

What is patriotism to you? And how are you celebrating the day? Leave me a comment or link to your thoughts on what has become a political football.

And don’t forget to wear your flagpin.

Erin Kotecki Vest also blogs at Queen of Spain blog and is frequently called a traitor to her country.

I Will Turn This Car Around

I just drove 5 hours with the kids and nothing went wrong.

Everyone was great. No one complained. No one had to pee 59 times. In fact only once did I hear “Are We There Yet?”

I’m not really sure what to make of all this, and am rather confounded. So just look at this cute photo of my daughter while I shake my head.

Oh, she’s saying “Daddy, Oh…hi Daddy. Yes, we’re here. Yes, Mommy drove fast. Yes, it was silly. Ok, bye.”

On our way to dinner and this one calls dad on her princess cell

Divorce

I think my husband and I should divorce.

He’s against the idea.*

As a heterosexual couple we have been given the right to marry and divorce at will. As a heterosexual couple we have been given rights and privileges that have come along with our marriages that are not given to my LGBT friends.

I find this unacceptable. And feel dirty being married.

Why should I be allowed to do something an entire population can not do? Why should we have all these rights- like being able to take care of the other’s estate and make medical decisions?

But even more than that, why do I get to call my union “marriage” and my gay friends do not? I did not get married in a church, so clearly it’s not a religious term. It’s a legal term. My marriage was not sanctified by God or riddled with a promise that I would procreate or be a “wife” to my “husband.”

As a legal contract, marriage should be available to all, not just to me.

What makes me so special? Why should I get to do something others can not? And how do I explain that to my children? That I am somehow better than others? That I am straight, so I should be given more privilege than others?

No. I can’t. It’s unacceptable. And until everyone can marry, I can honestly say I would rather not be married. It feels like I’m taking advantage while others suffer.

And before you give me all that crap about how civil unions can be separate but equal, save your breath. They are not.

So instead of asking how you can support your LGBT friends and family, ask yourself why you are so special. Why you are so much better than they and why you think you deserve something they don’t?

*my husband supports the gay marriage effort, and his reasons for not wanting a divorce are because I’m a free spirit and he’s afraid I won’t come back 😉

Make Me

There is a tremendous amount of talk about how women balance work, children…life.

I tend to give the same answer every time I am asked “How do you balance everything?”

I don’t.

But I am learning. Part of that learning has been the revelation that I need to take control. I need to take control of my emotions as I travel for business and miss my children. I need to take control of my household when I plan for summer camps, babysitters, and appointments, and I need to take control of how it all goes down.

That means thinking outside the box, saying NO more than usual, and finding ways to make it work.

Trust me, sometimes it feels really good to say no, and it feels really good to find solutions.

Next week I’m packing up my minivan and taking the kids to work WITH ME in Northern California. I’ve hired a sitter remotely (thanks VDog), I’ve mapped out nearby parks, and I’ll be using my hands-free headset to take conference calls on the road.

Sometimes we Moms just do what we gotta. And I’m tired of feeling guilty, feeling like it’s nothing but chaos around here, and just getting by while the laundry piles up, the permissions slips forgotten, or the kids sigh or even cry as they get the short end of the stick while Mom and Dad work their asses off.

Time to take control, and take charge of this chaos. I’m done compromising. First a business trip with kids in tow, and then we’re headed to Michigan where family will help for the summer.

And the next time you ask me how I balance it all…I’m going to give a different answer.

Happy Father’s Day

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