Countdown to the end of the Utah State Legislative Session... they need to be stopped before it goes any further.

What am I doing lately? Well...... I'm just sitting around waiting for Strom Thurman.... oh I mean Senator Chris Buttars...... to introduce legislation affording just 3/5ths of a vote for certain individuals.....you know, those people.

NERVES

The children are being interviewed for a new school today. A full day interview for the larger child. I am so nervous. So very, very nervous. More nervous that I have ever been for my own interviews for schools, or jobs or anything. More nervous than when I took a bar exam. Oh, I don't know why, if the interviews don't go well, I'm sure they will still be entitled to education, but I'm really nervous.

A BETTER PUBLIC FACE

THE WEB NEEDS THESE KIDS! And a quiz? Who is telling whom to behave, who is really supportive of this project?

Oh, and the final questions for the quiz. Do you think I have the people skills necessary to get a job at Kid.die Kan.dids if this law thing doesn't work out? Who is suffering from premature aging and who has fallen into deep, deep hate with whom? A final question, are the who's and whom's gramatically correct in this post? If you wish to see this photo in a larger format and in a gallery setting, visit slcwinterpride.org and pretend that you are buying tickets. You don't have to pay anything, it just seems like you are making a purchase.

THAT DOG LOOKS GREAT!

I have been doing this photo project, documenting the "Diverse Families" of Utah. We put up a photo show that opens on Valentines day and runs for awhile. We are adding to the show from last year that was at the main library. I've done alot of portrait photography over the last couple of weeks. Enough to make my arm hurt. The families have all been great. Mostly it's gay and lesbian parents with really cute kids, but this is my favorite of the photos. The guys let the dog vote, and it's her favorite of their shoot too. I have a couple of other favorites, but I'm not sure it's a good idea to send photos of other people's children out into the world wide web.

WOULD THE FBI FIND MY STALKING BEHAVIOR CONCERNING? I do go to alot of effort to avoid jail you know.

So, I started this blog a long time ago, and then I just abandoned it. I even started this post a couple of months ago and abandoned the post in mid creation. I wonder if my 4 year old would be able to find a pattern here. Anyway, I abandoned the blog in favor of playing around on my.spac.e. I overheard someone saying that Bar.ack O.bam.a was their "my.spac.e friend." Weeelllll, that got me all worked up, so I signed on and got him to be "my my.spac.e friend." I did my part for the relationship, sent a howdy email, sent a little cash, birthday and christmas cards, continually inquired if there might be anything I could do for him. And then I spent months waiting for/expecting him to act like a real friend. This is how it went.... no soy chai delivered to my office on my birthday, no calls to see what I was up to, no invitations to grab a quick cocktail when he was in Slick City, he didn't email me back when I asked if he would babysit my kids for a couple of hours one weekend, he never invited me to a BBQ at his fabulous home in Chicago, he didn't solicit my opinion on his idea that maybe the US should bomb Pakistan, he also never asked advice on how he might reel in the vote of that all important lesbian mom demographic and there was absolutely no response to my extra cute, hand colored Christmas card featuring my adorable children. When I accepted that it wasn't going to work out the way I wanted, I briefly switched my affection to Kucinich, but that was a dead end in more ways than one. So, I decided to turn my attentions back to this blog. Oh, and in terms of time commitments and excuses for not finishing what I start, In addition to my so called "relationship" with O.b.ama, I have been busy having an intense love affair with the dog. I feel a little bit guilty that this relationship is "overlapping" my primary relationship. What can I do, the heart desires what the heart desires.