A. Bitch Coulter

29 01 2009

I recently saw Ann Coulter on some show trying to defend her habit of referring to President Obama as B. Hussein Obama. She claims it’s not racist at all. This is because she is a dumb bitch. Honestly, I have no problem with his name. It’s got a great meaning and he’s a great person. I used to work with a man named Adolf (and believe me, people did have a problem with his name) and he was one of the nicest men at the company (and he had the CUTEST twin babies. OMG I wanted to EAT them. Which does not make me evil in case you were wondering). A name is just a name. Barack Obama has nothing to do with Saddam Hussein. Adolf Father of Cute Twins has nothing to do with Adolf Hitler. I’m not going to bother explaining why Ann Coulter’s insistence in calling him by his middle name is racist because chances are, if you read this blog you already agree with me. (Also my kids have been screaming at me for 48 hours straight – yes even at night – and my brain is just a teensy bit fried.)

I count my self sheltered lucky in that this was my first real experience with Ann Coulter. But it enflamed so much hatred in me towards her that I wasn’t even sure I could get though someone else’s blog entry about her. It turns out I was wrong. This is one of my favorite new blogs – the women are freaking awesome. Helen is currently reading and reviewing Coulter’s new book chapter by chapter, it’s brilliant.





Catching Up

28 01 2009

It’s been a full week since I posted! Did you notice? Anyway, in list form here is what I am been up to:

~Playing musical TV’s.
~Hunting down a new-to-us TV we could keep forever.
~Watching Lost! *happy dance*
~Knitting like mad.
~Keeping up with work.
~Driving the kids all over town for various edumacational commitments.
~Knitting like mad.
~Taking 408 pictures in one day (about 50 made the cut).
~Fighting with the bank.
~Catching up on bills.
~Getting my teeth cleaned (and paying another frakking $77 for it – no one bothered telling me that ahead of time!)
~Working on the RE committee at church.
~Knitting like mad.
~Catching puke in a bucket.
~Watching Big Love (for some reason we have all the fancy channels again. Woohoo!)
~Shopping on Etsy.
~Peeking at my wishlist.
~Getting a new driver’s license, including a new photo (and here you wish me luck that it’s better than the crap I’ve suffered with for the last four years).
~Purging all the extra crap in our house (again) in preperation for Imbolc.
~Planning an Imbolc ceremony.
~Daydreaming of day care – just for a little while each week. Please?
~Knitting like mad.
~Writing a book.
~Trying to stay on top of Life in General.

So. Am I excused?






Happy Obama Day!

20 01 2009

I hope you wept as many blissful tears as I have! God(ess) Bless America!

Obama pictures and McCain pictures
see Sarah Palin pictures





A New Year

18 01 2009

I don’t have the energy to go throught last year’s Uberlist bit by bit and create a new one. Actually, I suppose it’s more correct to say that my energies are focused elsewhere, currently. Suffice it to say that some of the things I accomplished, others I did not for good reasons or less than good reasons, but I do feel it was a goodly productive year over all.

Historically for me, January has been a time of cleansing and new chances. Not because of traditional New Year’s Resolutions, I think it has more to do with the time of rest after busy holidays (and possibly a lot to do with an innate desire to cleanse my body after all the dang sweets of December). However, for the last few years, I have not felt that – at least not to the degree that I actually make changes. This year it seems to be back, and I have already begun rethinking and retraining certain habits. I am making a big effort to eat at home – the amount of money we have spent recently on eating out makes me sick to my stomach. I got some new cookbooks for Christmas and I’m picking them apart and inspiring myself to want to cook again. And, of course, eating at home with be better for my body as well. I daren’t say it, but I am hoping to maybe get back down to a lower weight (again). It hurts to say I’d kill to be 200 pounds again, but it’s true. In that vein I’ve bought myself a new-to-me jogging stroller. Despite the current financial crisis, I felt it was important to spend the money on it while I am so inspired, in the hopes that I can create a habit that will hang around when inspiration takes a vacay. I’ve been researching walking trails in my town and near other places we hang out, and it feels good to be out in the sun, moving my body. I hope to get to the point where I can walk 3 miles daily (well, technically, I could do that, it’s a certain whiny six-year-old, I am trying to prepare). But there I go saying goals out loud – typically, I fail when I do so. Perhaps this time will be different.

In a different area of my life, I am working on opening my home. Having children (and watching important period TV programs about teenagers such as Freaks and Geeks and My So Called Life) has taught me that I NEED to have my home open to my kids’ friends and the neighborhood. I need to do this to support my kids, to know their friends, to open my kids’ hearts. But it’s hard. When I was growing up, our home was so private – because if anyone were to see inside, I would have been taken away from my mom (this does not, of course, explain why the few people who knew about it did nothing to help, but that is another story). When anyone knocked on the door, we had to be quiet and pretend we weren’t home. My heart would race as I hid in the dank dark, and waited to hear footsteps leaving. This physical response lasted well into my adulthood. Even if I had invited someone over, their knock would send me into a silent panic and I had to put on a mask so no one would guess. Of course, I was largely unaware of this on a consious level. In the last few years it has lessened, but I still feel intensely private about my home and for this reason I rarely invite anyone over – it’s too damn much emotional work!

It is also, of course, a large part of the reason I tend to get obsessive about my house being clean. Because if it’s not spotless when people are over, they might see into my soul, I guess. They might know the pain I lived with as a child. The pain I still live with. If they noticed the dust in the corners, they’d see the five-year-old pile of dirty dishes in the sink of my teen years. If they saw the breadcrumbs, dust and grease in the cracks between the counters, they’d know about the cat shit on the floor when I was a kid. They would KNOW about how disgusting I really am. And I could not bear that. And, because I’m so damn functional, I tend to avoid those areas that frighten me the most – the corners and cracks.

So I’m working hard on these two things. Maybe my home doesn’t have to be spotless – it certainly isn’t unsanitary! Maybe it’s OK to let a corner go undusted – it doesn’t make me less of a person (but why can’t I believe that?). And maybe I can let the neighbor kids come over even if there is sweeping to be done. I am trying to learn that it is more important to open my home for my children than to keep it spotless. And, after all, I am BUSY. I don’t always have time for the corners and cracks, even if I did have the desire. Maybe it’s OK to let those things go because other areas of my life are more important.

All emotional work aside, when I win the lottery I am hiring a maid, dammit.

And so those are the big things I’m working on in my life this year. If I had to make goals they would be simply: continue working on being healthy, inside and out. But then, I suppose that is the meaning of life anyway.





LOL o’ the Day

15 01 2009

fail owned pwned pictures
see more pwn and owned pictures





Wednesday Grab Bag

14 01 2009

Cats are jerks. Funny jerks. And cute. I especially like how he just looks bored most of the time.

I’ve always loved Mr. Rogers, but the more I learn about him, the more I love him.

My excitement over the inauguration was dampered when I heard that Rick Warren would be delivering the invocation. But yesterday I heard this interview on NPR with Bishop Gene Robinson who will be kicking off the inaugural ceremonies on Sunday with a prayer to “the God of our many understandings” which is one of the most beautiful things I have ever heard, and I’m feeling excited once again. I’m confused as to why there needs to be a prayer at all in a government ceremony, but pleased that at least one of them is given by someone aware that not everyone understands religion in the same way. How refreshing!

Speaking of: Six days!!! *happy dance*

Speaking of counting down: Seven days!!!! *happy dance*





Recovered… Mostly.

13 01 2009

filming the documentary

It only took me a week to find the energy (and time) to write about last Wednesday, but it really was a lovely day. I’m not sure how much I am allowed to say (I’m not even sure I can show you this picture* of Lorien speaking towards the end of the day) but I will say it was really beautiful. All these women, who I feel had a pretty diverse set of issues or lack thereof, gathered together – none of us really wanting to, but all of us willing to bare our bellies, our souls, on international television. It was emotional to say the least. I never know 100% if I should trust the media not to turn things around on me, but I feel like the women in charge of this are honest and are out to help womenkind. It was (will be?) hosted by Louise Redknapp, who I had never heard of, but she seemed really pretty nice, and I felt like she could identify with the issue being only eight weeks postpartum herself. So far the plan is to air it in March in the UK and they do hope to sell it to the US but there is no news as to if or when that may happen. I will grudgingly tell you if they do, but only if you promise to say lovely things about how hot I look. And, Sarah, you have to say nice things no matter what. (By the way, I had a strange dream about you the other night… Can’t remember it now, dammit.)

*This photo, by the way, is after we were all given the OK to get back into real clothes. There was pretty much just a cloud of dust behind me as I ran into the house to get dressed. Lorien, on the other hand, shouted, “Panties!” gleefully. I concur.






The Man

12 01 2009

This weekend my husband and son were roughhousing and tickling and et cetera when Daddy prettended to nibble on the boy’s belly. He stopped it and chastized Daddy, informing him, “Don’t eat me! I’m not food – I’m a man!”








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