Wednesday, June 28, 2006

Super Exciting News!

Yay yay yay! D got a job in Sacramento. It's a really great job, and he gets to be up here with me! I'm so happy! I've been waiting for him to be able to come up to Sacramento for almost an entire year and I've really missed him. Although I'm still not crazy about the cow-town, I like it much better if I'm not stuck here alone.

Tuesday, June 27, 2006


The Senate passed a budget tonight. Having extra revenue this year has made the whole process less contentious since there's enough money to cover everything that's important to the members. I left when the Senate finished, so I'm not sure if the Assembly came up with anything. If they did, this could be the first time in six years that the legislature has passed a budget before the end of the fiscal year.

One of my co-workers was really surprised that most of the legislators aren't more involved in the budget process, or that the budget bills don't generate more debate. She's worked for the Washington state legislature, where participating in passing a budget is one of the most important things a member works on each session. I bet this is because the Washington legislature controls their entire state budget. It's too bad the California legislature doesn't have the same discretion. I think not having the power to control the entire state budget is one of the most serious challenges facing the legislature.

One of the bills I'm staffing was defeated in committee today. I know the bill was facing a lot of challenges and I've been prepared to see it get defeated, but I didn't think this particular committee would be the place so I was really pretty startled when so many Dem members just abstained. We took amendments to satisfy everyone's concerns so I was really surprised when the chair lifted the call on the bill and every one of the members who hadn't voted before just sat there and abstained. Ahhh.

So this a pretty long day with a lot of suspense, a lot of hurry up and wait, and just pretty anti-climatic.

Thursday, June 22, 2006


I hurt again.

I like to tell people that I don't get sick very often, usually when I'm bragging about the health benefits of a vegan diet. But I do get sick a lot--just not with the flu or a cold or all of the other upper respiratory infections that seem to plague everyone else I know.

I understand why everyone who's not young and strong and strapping talks about having your health like it's some fabulous asset. I really think feeling healthy is hard to appreciate until you're sick. I really only feel well like half of the time, but as soon as I feel better, I forget about how serious a problem it really is to be sick.

Right now, I'm starting to feel crappy again, and once again I'm seriously frustrated and worried and scared about how often I get bladder infections. What's worse, it's hard to get the sympathy--and the appropriate excuses--that come with being sick because it's inappropriate to talk about my bladder. If I have the flu it's no problem. I can tell my boss what's going on and everyone will understand why I'm not at work. But talking about my bladder is awkward, and at the same time, I feel like I have to explain what's going on because I don't want it to look like I'm constantly disappearing from the office without good reason. By the time I make the tenth trip to the pharmacy or to see my doctor in a short period of time, I feel like I've got some explaining to do.

Although only a small number of people read my little blog, I still feel embarrassed to post on a potentially public place about my recurring bladder infections. I'm doing it anyway because I know this is a dangerous and incredibly painful problem that happens to other women and I want to bring it up wherever I can. While I'm still frightened about it, I feel less alone, confused, and frustrated since I've met another woman who has the same problem, who has to deal with the sickness from taking antibiotics strong enough to cure a horse, and who deals with the general nausea from taking lower doses of antibiotics every single day for the rest of her life, who makes the decision to cut way back on several of the basic joys that really make adult life good and hopes other people can understand, and then still wakes up in the middle of the night in searing pain.

Here's hoping this one doesn't get bad and clears up fast, and I'm saying a little prayer that this isn't *the one* that has finally become resistant to every antibiotic that exists. I've been warned that it may come, and my doctor won't even tell me what happens then.

Sunday, June 18, 2006

February 4th, 2006

was my 24th birthday. It was also the day Betty Friedan died. Somehow, I was so wrapped up in my own life that I missed it. In my defense, there wasn't much news coverage of her death, even on the feminist news sites I frequent.

She was one of my favorite feminists because above all, she was true to herself. She shared what was on her mind when she wrote The Feminine Mystique and it just so happened that she spoke for a generation. She also said things that angered and aliented a lot of other important feminists and everyone wondered why she could dare go against the movement, but she was just being true to her own character and speaking with the same courage that was so often admired.

Betty Friedan was tenacious and honest, even if she wasn't always right. I won't always be right either, but I hope can always be like her.

Saturday, June 17, 2006

Camping in Santa Cruz Mountains
at Big Basin State Park