And the WTF story of the week goes to…

29 08 2008

John McCain! As a friend declared, his choice of Palin as running mate is a “last ditch effort and blatant sexism.” And she? Is a nut. I am positively floored by the fact that she supports drilling in the Alaskan Wildlife Refuge. How much hairspray did she inhale in her past life? But possibly the bit I find to be the most stomach-churning is the fact that they are exploiting her sweet little baby with Down’s syndrome as if that proves how very pro-life she is. Like she is SUFFERING so much just because she is a saint and chose not to kill her child. God. I know many pro-choice women who would also not choose to abort a Down’s baby, yet they could do it without being a complete douche, unlike Palin.

Anyway, I’m linking you to one of my new favorite bloggers. I think I found her address through SOAM somehow and I’ve been entranced ever since. Her thoughts on the subject are pretty much my thoughts on it.





Internet People, again

29 08 2008

Specifically, this time, Bethany.

I think I might be bad luck, actually. Kinda like Hurley, but way less rich. The woman who designed SOAM had to drop out before getting the site up due to hyperemesis gravidarum. She passed it (the website, not the morning sickness) onto someone who suddenly fell ill and had to have her gallbladder removed. And I won’t mention to you how my own best friend and her boyfriend have both had their gallbladders removed this year. I think you should fear for your organs if you know me or work with me in any manner. Unfortunately for Bethany, I did not give her informed consent and she decided to invite me over anyway.

I pulled up to her house this morning to find her on the phone and in the middle of about a million emergencies ranging from internet loss to plumbing horror stories. The kids glued themselves to Annalie who led us on a tour of the toys and we amused ourselves while Bethany got her stuff dealt with.

Later, while Bethany and I were chatting, E came up to me and showed me a butterfly net he found.

“Look, mommy! I find it.”
“Yes, that’s a very cool net.”
“I catch it!”
“Oh really? What are you going to catch?”
“Kitties!”

And he scampered off while I took a second to digest exactly what that meant for Bethany’s cats. I averted disaster there, but was not able to keep him from throwing an entire (kid sized) shopping cart full of toys down the stairs which inspired many tears from little Annalie.

*sigh* My sweet son has really been wearing the “Pesky Little Brother” tag well lately.

Anyway, we piled in my hopefully-not-too-smelly van for a quick trip up to the tippy top of a mountain hill to a picnic and breathtaking views of almost the entire county. I have very few pictures because A) the lens was dirty – who knew? and B) my exposures were consistently off all day. I don’t do well with heights.

new friends

on the edge of the world

three kids only slightly overexposed

It was a fun, albeit humid, morning. I hope Bethany is willing to risk her galbladder and hang out with me again sometime!