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Saturday, December 8th, 2012
12:40 am - Too many of my coworkers are on Facebook.
We are NOTHING if we are not FREE!
Our soldiers are fighting for our right to RISE!
They are fighting for our right to QUESTION!
They are fighting for our right to PROTEST!
They are fighting for our right to burn a flag to make a point, to write a Congressman, to disallow dictators from taking office, to hold a sign in a street without getting struck or gassed, to tell this establishment they are WRONG, to demand equality even if it is not the statis quo, to demand equality for our FAMILY, for our FRIENDS, for our NEIGHBORS, for any and all who qualify as LOVED ONES!
TOGETHER WE RISE!
Saying we disrespect our Soldiers by questioning the War on Terror is saying that their fight for our FREEDOM TO PROTEST is moot! Only a DICTATOR would demand 100% acceptance of a war! Do I have the right to disagree, or don't I? Do you fight for my right to disagree, or DON'T YOU?

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SvVO6Y-3CM8

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12:07 am
Where can I get my no-questions-asked e-hugs?

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Saturday, August 25th, 2012
11:55 pm - Dilema
Already, I unfriended and chose to stop patronizing my hair stylist, because she came out adamantly supporting Chik-Fil-A because they were "family-oriented," despite their patent opposition to a type of family I know to be just as stable and moral as any "Biblical" family I'm aware of.

I am stuck in the middle of a contract with a house painter who has also professed her love of Chik-Fil-A in the most basic sense, in that, "their chicken sandwiches are good!" In other words, a greasy chicken sandwich is more important to her than the human rights of a certain section of the population.

I am frustrated that, in a diluted way, some of MY money might go to Chik-Fil-A which then goes to certain hate organizations.

Brian is not getting my concern and is talking about hiring her to retile the bathroom. I will stand my ground and say NO.

Admittedly, there are going to be times, like this time, where I either didn't know a contractor's stance on certain issues prior to hiring them, or they may hold positions contrary to my own and I never find out -- But I know now! And gay marriage is NOT A POLITICAL ISSUE. IT IS A HUMAN RIGHTS ISSUE. I DO NOT COMPROMISE ON HUMAN RIGHTS ISSUES.

Fuuuuck.

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Monday, August 6th, 2012
9:40 pm
Moving my dad. Take two. Wonder if it will stick this time. As in, if he will actually move his body instead of just some furniture. His lawyer has paid the first 6 mos of rent, so I know that, at least this time, get evicted and get all of my mom's furniture donated.

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Monday, July 9th, 2012
10:36 pm - welp
They finally foreclosed my dad's house. I called him and he was like, "I should probably move as soon as possible."

YOU THINK PERHAPS?

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Wednesday, March 7th, 2012
9:01 am - A meme! A meme!
Comment to this post, and I will list seven things I want you to talk about. They might make sense or they might be totally random. Then post that list, with your commentary, to your journal. Other people can get lists from you, and the meme merrily perpetuates itself.


weaselmom gave me Reality TV, math, horses, board games, cocktails, mythology, jewelry.
  1. Reality TV: I prettymuch run the spectrum on this one. There are some shows I loathe -- mostly the ones that just deal with tacky people creating drama, there are some shows I love -- mostly dealing with something that interests me, like Project Runway or that tattooing show. My one really guilty pleasure is Hoarders. I think I get a sort of catharsis from that show. I don't hate the concept of reality shows in particular, but I think it does give rise to some very tacky people being famous just for being tacky, which is not a great ideal to uphold.
  2. Math: I'm a grown-up now and I don't have to do it if I don't want to. So there.
  3. Horses: I, like most girls, went through a horse phase. I even took a bunch of riding lessons with my dad -- it was probably the closest I ever was to him. He actually understood the fact that I wasn't interested in competition / showing, just in enjoying being with a horse. I could probably get into some more psychology but it would be about my dad and not about horses.
  4. Board games: Board games are exactly two things to me -- fun to play, and a way to find out if your friends are dicks. If you think one of your friends might be a dick, play Monopoly with them. Monopoly brings out the inherent dickishness in all true dicks, even if they're good at hiding it otherwise. Then you know you can't play games or sports with this person again. But have a way out, because Monopoly takes for-fucking-ever to play. My favorite board game, btw, is Apples to Apples.
  5. Cocktails: I like 'em alright, but I'm a beer girl.
  6. Mythology: My mom used to actually read me some sanitized Greek myths as bedtime stories. I have a really lovely book of myths from when I was a kid. I continued to like them as I got older. Myths interest me in a general sense, as you can tell a lot about a culture from its myths and I like stories.
  7. Jewelry: I really want to be more into jewelry than I am -- I always wanted to be one of those people who wore big statement necklaces and bangles and the like. But I'm too streamlined of a person to really do that -- I've found that, generally, the only fashion I can stand that inhibits my movements in any way is kimono. So I've learned to curb my desire to buy the enormous beaded cuff or the vintage rhinestone brooch and so on because it will just languish in my jewelry box.

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Monday, February 20th, 2012
11:55 am
At a ceremony today at the museum, the speaker made a big deal out of explaining the origin of Presidents' Day (that it celebrates the birthdays of of two particular presidents, Lincoln and Washington, and does not celebrate the birthdays of all presidents). I wonder if he would have gone to all that trouble if he'd been a Democrat / Obama supporter. I'm just saying, why rattle on about the history of Presidents' Day during a ceremony that really has nothing to do with it aside from being on this particular day? I dunno, maybe I am just so sick of living in such a conservative town / conservative work environment that I'm jumping at shadows.
It didn't help that the other day an OC looked at me and said, "They don't let us out much. Are you following the primaries?" and I said, "Not really; I'm not planning on voting Republican." He gave me a look as if I'd spouted a foreign language and kept talking about the primaries like I hadn't spoken.

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Wednesday, October 12th, 2011
12:28 am - Tattoo.
Here it is.Collapse )

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Friday, May 20th, 2011
6:16 pm - kitties!
I forgot to mention on LJ. Last weekend we got two kittens! A gray, white, and orange calico and an orange and white tabby. They're sisters. Brian named them Moxie and Roxie, in that order. :)

Moxie is very sweet and has already curled up with Max.

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Friday, April 15th, 2011
2:10 pm
I know everyone is really sad to hear this, but due to spam comments, I will no longer allow anonymous comments on my journal. Here is a kleenex, Anonymous. I'm sure you'll be fine.

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Friday, April 1st, 2011
10:01 pm
Nope. Just a rat. Ugh.

We will call him Remy. We will trap him in a trash can and take him to Alabama.

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11:46 am
I think Momo and Zoku are haunting our house... they always loved to hide rubbery things, like duckies and dog chew toys. This morning, all of Max's medicine droppers and extra pacifiers had disappeared from the cup where we keep them in the kitchen. Ghost ferrets?

But seriously, y'all. I think we may have a raccoon or something. About six cooked hamburger patties disappeared from a plate we'd left next to the stove recently, too. Brian and I convinced ourselves we'd accidentally thrown them out. I feel sort of icky because we ate the ones that our mystery guest didn't take -- I don't like thinking about grubby raccoon hands all over something I've eaten, but I like the idea of sticky possum hands or a nasty rodent's mouth even less.

I am puzzled, but I've decided to laugh about it rather than cry about it.

I am just mad I have to go buy more pacis. Whatever took them only left us two -- the one in Max's mouth, and one in the dishwasher. Any parent knows this is a precarious situation.

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Tuesday, January 25th, 2011
10:35 pm - The break-in today
The short version: Two guys broke into my house today while I was there alone with Max. I shouted at them and they ran away without taking anything. Nobody was hurt, but I was scared and it sucked a lot.

The long version: At about 12:30 pm today, I was nursing Max. Someone rang my doorbell two or three times, followed by very loud and insistent pounding on the door. I was going to ignore it, but the final volley sounded like some kind of emergency, so I got up to investigate. No one was on my porch anymore. I went to see if they'd gone to the sunroom door on the side of the house (friends and family know this is the door Brian and I usually use) when I heard a loud bang upstairs.

In my house, there is a set of outdoor stairs that leads to a door that enters Max's nursery (the house used to have separate apartments upstairs) -- it sounded like the bang came from there. I went to the foot of the indoor stairs. When I heard voices upstairs, I shouted "HEY." Then I heard someone run back down the outside stairs. I called 911.

The 911 dispatcher stayed on the line with me for about 15 minutes, until a police officer came to the house. I went to the front room and looked out -- there were probably about 3 - 5 police cars going around the block. The dispatcher told me they were chasing a suspect. An officer came, took my statement, and checked out the damage. Fortunately, the door was unharmed (it was brand new), but the frame was busted. There was a big footprint on the outside of the door where it'd been kicked in. The officer told me that there were two guys involved, a young white kid and a young black kid. They'd caught the white kid, but his footprint didn't match what was on my door.

It turns out my across-the-street neighbor had seen these kids hanging around suspiciously and called 911 before I had. One kid was messing around upstairs and the other was keeping watch. These kids had tried and failed to break into another house down the street. They were clearly just looking for an easy target. The police didn't find the black kid, but they did find pot in the white kid's pocket. He's 18, so he's going to big boy jail regardless of the B&E.

The whole time this was going on, Max was fast asleep against my chest, zipped up in my fleece. He didn't even wake up when I was crying on the phone to the 911 dispatcher. It'll be funny to tell him one day that he slept through a police investigation.

Brian came home to take care of us as soon as I was able to get in touch with him. He called a security company and bought us a system on the spot. They're installing it tomorrow at 8 am. Prompt! But that's comforting. The upstairs door still locks. Brian plans to go to Home Depot this weekend and investigate some flood lighting for those outside stairs -- if we had motion sensor lights there, we would know when someone goes up those stairs at night, because they're right next to our bedroom windows. Brian and I are a little bit upset still, but we're more frustrated than anything else right now. But this is why we have an emergency fund, I guess.

I guess I also now know why we've been visited by no fewer than three door-to-door salespeople offering security systems. Perhaps next time we'll take the hint.

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Monday, January 17th, 2011
4:43 pm - 2010 -- Helluva year.
Something I wrote on IG, figured I could repost here.

Hey cats and kittens,

Y'all ever have one of those years that you just know you'll always remember? 2010 is definitely gonna be that year for me. I've never had so much happen to me all at once before.

The bad stuff:

1) Possibly the most heart-breaking thing to ever happen to me -- in September, my mother passed away very suddenly from an aortic dissection. She and I were extremely close. Ever since I'd become an "adult," we'd been as much friends as mother and daughter. Her absence from my life is a yawning maw of pain I have to confront every day.

2) The cause of my mother's death was congenital, a mutated gene that contributed to weakened tissue in the aorta. We were aware that her family had this mutated gene -- my mother was scheduled to be tested for it literally a week after her sudden death. I was tested instead, and I have it as well. With care and treatment I will have a normal lifespan, but it's very sobering to confront your own mortality like that. It's been a difficult thing to absorb for both my husband and me.

3) Actually, in early 2011, but I'm going to attribute it to 2010 anyways... our first ferret, Zoku, passed away. He was almost 9 years old. It was time for him to go, but it was very difficult to let him go, especially for my husband. We all miss him very much.

4) My mother's death has exacerbated issues my father has -- depression, hoarding tendencies, addiction... we're to the point where we need to plan an intervention, which is terrifying. None of us -- his close friends and family -- know how to proceed or even if it will do any good.

There have been some good things, though:

1) Chronologically, in May, we bought our first house -- built in 1928 in an excellent neighborhood near a beautiful park. We managed to afford more house in a better neighborhood than we expected because it's quite the fixer-upper, but we're happy with our progress so far and continue to improve.

2) Really, the best, and most important thing, the thing that is so amazing it's a welcome challenge to adequately express -- the same day we closed on our house, Brian and I became pregnant. About three weeks ago on December 30th I gave birth to Max, our little boy. When I heard him cry, it was like a lightning bolt struck my heart. Fortunately my husband was able to take bonding leave, so we've been the three of us together, building the little routine of our family, since Max's birth. He is an absolutely gorgeous boy, looks just like his daddy, and we couldn't be happier.

So you can see why 2010 is gonna go down in my history books. I didn't make any resolutions this year, to be honest -- I am just sending my gentle hopes for a peaceful year into the cosmos. I wish you all the same.

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Tuesday, January 11th, 2011
11:05 pm - Zoku...
We had to let Zoku go today. His health had been declining rapidly. He had a good day yesterday, which made us optimistic, but he took a turn for the worse last night. Zoku was almost nine years old.

We are so going to miss our funny, curmudgeonly boy.

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Wednesday, January 5th, 2011
10:29 pm - Somebody needs to come to my house and make me a cheese sandwich,
Ugh, I have been on FB too much lately. I sorta hate it. I know I promised my LJ peeps updates, and it sorta didn't happen. Brian has been entirely converted to the dark side, too.

The most important thing is that Max was born on December 30th at 7:26 pm. He was 8 lbs 11 oz and 22 inches long at birth -- big guy! He still hasn't lost too much weight -- he was 8 lbs 6 oz at a weigh-in on Monday. He is very healthy and an extremely good baby. Max is already regulating his sleeping schedule so that it makes sense to non-fetal humans. He is also just pwecious.

My recovery is hard because I did end up having to have a C-section. My uncle attempted to induce me for 2 days, which wore Max out too much. (Imagine you were living in a tiny apartment whose walls were bashing you for two days. You'd be tired, too. Hell, I was tired and all I had to do was lay there.) Bert was worried about the amount of oxygen Max was getting, so we went ahead with the C-section. I advise against it if at all possible. I feel like I was chopped in half most days.

All worth it, of course. When I heard Max cry, and saw the look in Brian's eyes as he looked at Max, I grew a whole extra heart just for them.

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Thursday, December 23rd, 2010
7:08 pm - "Boshane" or exploded?
Maybe someone on my friends list knows. I was watching "Oddities" on Discovery and one of the people created an "exploded" skull. He called the process "Boshane" and said it was named for a person. I must have the wrong spelling because I can't find out more. Any thoughts?

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Monday, November 29th, 2010
12:58 pm - Ultrasound 11.29
Just had another ultrasound this morning -- this time Brian got to see! Max has gotten too big to photograph using the ultrasound (I knew this already, as he keeps stretching his legs and arms to make more space for himself.) He is about 6 lbs 10 oz. He got an 8 out of 8 score for the ultrasound, which means he hit all 8 of the goals they wanted for the ultrasound, such as stretching his arms and legs, practicing breathing, etc. Still in utereo and already an A+ student! :D

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Friday, November 26th, 2010
12:43 pm - OMG THEY KNOW ME

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Wednesday, November 24th, 2010
9:35 am
I hate Facebook.

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