Lobster and Bacon Sandwich

For lunch I had a lobster and bacon sandwich with white truffle butter and sea salt fries.  It was delicious.   So delicious that I felt like it deserved its own post.

Family Tradition

Our nephew, Owen, is 3-years-old.  And since he was born into my husband's family he is placed on top of the mountain and taught to ski down to the bottom.  It was so much fun to watch.

On our future adoption application we'll have to tell the birth mother: "Your child will learn to ski at 3-years-old; it's a family tradition."

No Choice

We're in Vail with my husband's side of the family tree.  We were VIP spectators at a few events of the Teva Mountain Games: ski jumping, snow bike jumping, and ski boot running.  It was crazy fun to watch.

We're mostly skiing and spending time together.  I've stated before on this blog that my husband has been skiing every year since he was 3-years-old.  He is phenomenal. I am the least experienced skier in our crew with only approximately 4 years of ski trips under my belt.  However, I can keep up with the crew.  Everyone keeps complimenting me on my skiing. 

Isn't it amazing what we can do when we do not have a choice?  I never had any other option.  I had to learn how to ski good enough where I could keep up with the family; otherwise, I'd be left behind.

Equal Sons

The world is changing, for the better.  I had a teary-eyed moment on Saturday night.  I shall summarise: We met a couple with two teenage sons, and when their youngest son was 16 he was really into Glee.  So the father asked his son: "I know everything about you, but I don't know your sexuality.  Are you gay?"

The son confirmed that indeed he was gay.  The father, mother, and brother all confirmed that indeed being gay was okay.  All three of the men in the family went out to get the same equal sign tattoo on their arm.  The tattoo was a physical representation of their family value: equality for all. 

The gay son is now a senior in high school and he is thriving.  I congratulated the mother and the father on having a gay son.  I told them their son was lucky to have such supportive parents  The father corrected me: "No, we're lucky to have him as our son."

(I have something in my eye.  In both eyes.  No, those aren't tears.)

Hooray Washington State

"Washington state lawmakers voted to approve gay marriage Wednesday, setting the stage for the state to become the seventh in the nation to allow same-sex couples to wed."

This is so exciting.

Marry Bacon? No.

It's important to not take life too seriously.  This I believe.  But still, every time the Jack in the Box marry bacon commercial comes on it annoys me immensely.  I don't have the freedom to marry the person I love.  Marriage is not a joke to me.  Plus, my head explodes when ignorant people say things like: if a man can marry a man, then what will keep him from marrying a goat/dog/horse?  I can just hear them now: if a man can marry a man, then what will keep him from marrying bacon?

I try not to take life too seriously, but still...

Chocolate Covered Strawberries

We gave our nieces chocolate covered strawberries, and they both loved them.  Presley ate the entire strawberry, but Paxten would only eat most of the chocolate off her strawberry and then hand it back and ask for another one.