I’m not from California, but saw this video over at Lesbian Dad and had to post it here.

First of all, these kids are FANTASTIC!  And NORMAL.  I want to rub this in the face of every person who has ever questioned whether my son will “be ok” as an adult.  I want to jump up and down and point and scream,”SEE!  He’s not the only one!”

And then I want to sit down and cry for a bit, because really, how can you look in the eyes of those kids, of my son, of anyone’s child and tell them that their family is less deserving of legal protection and comfort and the right to yell out to all of the world that they are a family that is recognized.

Winner, Winner

And as the lovely W would say, Chicken Dinner.

We went to the last Lynx home game of the season last night.  It was fan appreciation night and we weren’t about to miss out on the glorious free wrist bands!  Little did we know that we would be leaving with essentially an entire souvenier shop full of things.

About ten minutes into the first quarter, one of the Lynx interns sat down behind us and asked if we wanted to play some of the time out games.  We finally decided that I would take part in the Candance Wiggins Match Game, while W and The Boy™ would ride tricycles in a race during the fourth quarter.

Of course, immediately, my nerves started to rattle.  I am not into public appearances.  They scare the begeezus out of me.  And yet, I was going to be standing in front of somewhere around 5,000 people (if the averages shown on the WNBA site are even somewhat accurate).  AND displayed on the stupid megatron.  I *hate* videos/televised images of myself.  So pretty much all I could think of for the remainder of the game was the stupid quiz during the third quarter.

It was, honestly, the most fun we have had at a game thus far.  I won my contest and received a Lynx prize pack which was two t-shirts in a fancy bag.  W and The Boy™ took third place and won three t-shirts.  And they caught a sixth shirt at the end of the game from one of the players.  Grand total: Six T-shirts.  One game.  Nice.

See?  There I am sitting on the floor in the green shirt waiting patiently for my turn!

With B96′s B-Right reading the questions

So, the Match Game works like this: They show you a video clip of Candace Wiggins giving you the first portion of a phrase, and you have to write down what you think is the second half.   If you match what the player has on their board, you win.  My phrase was 3 _______.  The answer was pointer.  That’s my answer sheet on the megatron up there!

One more of me on the big board, cause I think my 15 minutes of fame ends here.

The Boy™ waiting for the race.

So fast, he is just a blur!

Practicing in the tunnel before the race!

Figuring out the parenting bits….

An avalanche of blogging thoughts came into my mind this afternoon and I kept sending them via text to my email address here at home, so forgive me if they seem incredibly disjointed.

I went to the library on Tuesday afternoon.  I had my list of books and subjects that I planned on looking up.  Most of the titles I was searching for had to do with co-parenting in two households.  Now that we’ve officially talked to The Boy™ about our situation, I want to make sure that we are doing everything we can to do it right.  But every single book on a list of over 20 titles was so damn negative!  Every book had a subtitle like “How to Keep Parenting When You Want to Kill Your Ex”.  ( Really?  Kill your ex?  What the hell were you doing having sex with them in the first place?  And procreating?  Come on now!  If you cared about this person enough to have a child with them, it’s time to buck up and deal.) So finding a title was more difficult when you are in our situation, when you absolutely do not hate the other parent, when the other parent is your best friend, when there is nothing in your mind that has anything resembling hostility toward the person.   I honestly was hoping to find a book titled just that….”How to raise your kids with your best friend, even when you aren’t a couple anymore”.

My next topic search was a little easier to find some information, but it just wasn’t exactly what I wanted.  Damn the library for not knowing my every want and need.  I wanted to find some help in talking to The Boy™ about my sexuality and our family and what not.  There are 856 gazillion books out there for gay parents.  There are even some books out there for gay parents who are coming out of straight marriages.  But I have yet to find one that is inclusive of the ex-spouse.  There’s lots of glossing over of the “other parent”.  If anyone finds anything, please feel free to pass on the titles.

I’m starting to believe that maybe I just need to write my own damn co-parenting book.  There has to be a need for something like that.  We can’t be the only family in the world that is trying to make it work like this, are we?

I left the library with six or seven books and a couple DVDs for perusal.  I’ve been spending some time reading Families Like Mine by Abigail Garner. Abigail is the daughter of a gay father, and a self-proclaimed culturally-queer, straight woman.  Her book is a straight forward conversation with adult children of gay and lesbian parents.  I think I’m finding it very…refreshing.  Mostly because she really takes the stand that GLBT families are just  like any other family.  They’re health and happy.  The kids are honor roll students.  The kids are in trouble and fail out of school.  The families fight.  The parents stay together for 40 years.  They split up after ten.  They are just families.