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I’m not sure how many of you follow national or US politics, but good f***, the state I live in is going down the crapper. Literally. I’ve usually refrained from using LJ for RL life rants, but grumbling about this with A and select friends and getting disbelieving and sympathetic comments from my parents only goes so far. I’m so angry I can’t see straight, thus the political post to vent ALL THE FRUSTRATION in a safe, harmless way. If this isn’t your thing or if you’re a staunch tea party member stop reading now.
Hello virtual world! *waves with both hands* I don’t know if anyone is reading this journal anymore but I thought I’d jump in and babble for a while since the stars have aligned and K is actually NAPPING. OMG. A miracle. *pees pants out of excitement*( Nattering about TeeVee and potties and much needed vacations )
Okay, I feel marginally better. Meltdown narrowly averted. I don’t think I’ll run away anymore. As you were. Carry on.
As you can see, RL is kicking my butt literally. One day I hope to rejoin the world of fannish squee and silliness (because it's obvious I need both like whoa). Pray for my survival. *treads water and scans the horizon for the lifeboats*
I've mentioned my issues with girls' clothing before, so when I saw the JCPenney debacle resurface yet AGAIN, I stared incredulously at my computer screen. Really? Who are the people creating, sanctioning, promoting, and selling shirts with these kind of blatantly sexist messages on them? Not only do teenagers and tweens have to deal with being teenagers and tweens, but to have messages that tell them being smart is lame toted as fashionable and cool is wrong. It's even more disturbing when that message emphasizes being pretty and having one's brother do their homework because one can't.
Then there was a blatantly discriminatory bit of legislation passed in the North Carolina House of Representatives disallowing anyone to challenge the ban on gay marriage. So not only are gay marriages already illegal but the Republican-lead House is looking to make it impossible for judges to overrule the same-sex marriage ban on top of it. This is the state I now live in, and the state I'm raising my kids. How depressing. I'm now fully understanding the converstation I had with another woman whose life circumstances are very similar to mine who was desperate to move back to LA so she could raise her children "anywhere but here" (here meaning South Carolina, but close enough). The only marginally decent things associated with this is 1) voters will vote on this amendment in May and 2) the mayor of our town wrote an official and lengthy letter of non-support for this change. You better bet I already have my voter's registration card handy.
Finally, some of you may remember my long post last year about childhood vaccinations (specifically the varicella vaccine), so when Michele Bachmann began reciting a story about a women who had a daughter who suffered mental retardation as a result of the HPV vaccine on national forums, I buried my face in my hands and screamed. This propagation of misinformation, lies even, affects lives, and what's worse is that Bachmann refuses to take responsibility for her claims and instead reiterates that she was just reporting what a women told her. So now, apparently, politicians can make whatever claims they want and presumably affect policy based on anecdotal stories from random strangers. Nice job, America.
Things like this make me wonder if the sky is going to fall in tomorrow morning because it sure seems like things almost can't get worse.
P.S. On a positive note, my youngest brother is now a daddy and I'm a new auntie. Welcome to the great big world Nolan Robert. I hope we can make it a place you can be proud to live in. *kisses and hugs*
Also, one of these days I'm hoping to find the time/energy for a proper and overdue update with pictures. Sorry for being MIA.
Once upon a time there was a little girl who was wonderfully naive and unknowingly happy in her ignorant bliss (because how can you know you’re happy about not knowing things you don’t know yet?). Then that little girl grew up and had her own little girl and began learning how much she really didn’t know ever. And she began to think about conversations she’d had as a little girl with her parents and how there must be some sort of omniscient and all-knowing cosmic justice league somewhere laughing their faces off at her now.
Little girl: If there’s Mother’s Day, then why isn’t there a Kid’s Day?
Parents in unison: Because every day is Kid’s Day.
Little girl: But I don’t get presents everyday. No fair.
Today we tried out a new music class, which consisted of about 8 other parents/babies (babies ranged in age from 10-16.5 months). T spent probably 35 minutes of the 40 minute session running the perimeter of the circle, dancing in the middle of the circle, visiting all the other kids, trying out other peoples’ laps, playing with the group leader's demonstration doll, and dashing to the door to play with the doorknob. The 5 minutes she was with me was because I was holding her as we whoosed through the air to music. I know I’m suppose to nurture her little self and help direct her natural tendancies blah blah, but, OMG, I have to get this out:
There are kids who will just sit still for 10’s of minutes at a time?!?!
I don’t know what to do with this information.
I found myself staring in wonderment at all the other kids sitting quietly in their mom’s/grandmother’s laps. And then wondering why the hell my kid won’t sit still. And then starting to be alarmed while words like “ADHD” began to zip through my head. And then I felt terrible for thinking those things instead of being proud that T is so daring and fearless and naturally curious, which led to doubting my parenting abilities, which led to fears about having an out-of-control and dysfunctional kid who will never be able to have a happy and well-adjusted life. And all the while we’re singing “Hickory Dickory Dock” and shaking plastic egg maracas. I felt like I was having some silent existential crisis.
Then I went home, fed T, read her stories, put her down for her nap, took one look at the dirty dishes on the kitchen counter and the food refuse from lunch splattered on the floor (and wall), went straight to the cupboard and got a container of dark chocolate peanut butter cups, walked past the dirty bathrooms and the buzzing dryer, and plugged myself into my computer where I’m now listening to a stupid Katy Perry song on repeat (WTH?!) and going slowly and quietly insane. Jesus.
P.S. So apparently when under duress, I eat peanut butter cups and I watch TED. Here's a honest and humorous look at the reality of parenting, taboos and all.
I hope each and every one of you have a wonderful holiday season (whatever festival you celebrate) filled with family and friends and much food and cheer. Thanks for this past year and all the interesting discussions and goofiness. May 2010 find you happy and loved and ready to start a new year filled with possibilities. And for those of you traveling, be safe. *smish*
Just a quick post to say everything is fine, but I'm bowing out of daily LJ stuff for a while. I'll be visiting occasionally, lurking, posting the presents from that last friends meme, and hopefully doing some drive-by commenting. :) My response to convo threads will likely be tardy and far and few in between, but please know I still care and want to keep up with everyone when I can. Even though I may not comment, I'll still be visiting/reading. *hugs to everyone*
Also, I want to thank fannishliss for her beautifully written fic, "Why Sam Winchester Hates Death Cab for Cutie". It's lovely and achy and full of that addictive Winchester codependent dysfunction. Mmm, love/angst, my favorite Winchester flavor. Thanks again, sweets. I love it.
"Sam knows the language. That’s kind of the problem. He’d learned the language at the knee of the boy who’d invented it. A language consisting entirely of longing, loyalty, love, and the deepest need, the most wholehearted self-sacrifice Sam could ever imagine."
I've been having crazy dreams, prompting me to patter downstairs in the dark morning and scribble incomplete sentences into my writing journal. Yes, the writing journal that I have not picked up since writer's class. I've been getting bizarre urges to write stories again. Not just a one-shot or something sensible as one would do when gearing up (hello, helmet, meet my head) to get back on the proverbial horse, but giant sprawling plot-driven stories that reach ungodly proportions and teetering heights just in my head. *headdesk* And in acknowledgment of my oh-writing-yay-omg-wait-
I'm an underachieving overachiever who has dreams of one day being just an efficient procrastinator.
Never be reasonable when you can be insane.
Bigger is better ... and BIGGER.
Driving yourself crazy is entertaining for everyone, especially small children and cats.
And if you're interested, the above dorkery is what occupies my head for about 10 minutes of my hour+ commute to work. The other 50 minutes or so is spent thinking about sports. Like the promotional campaign for the new Canadian league of bare-chested hockey ("Pass the puck and be buck!") and the health and safety of golfers using unhygienic ball washers....
( GOOGLE EYES )
I'm back from my hiatus during the hiatus. *looks around* It feels like forever since I've visited my own journal, I feel like I got sucked off the face of earth and into a black hole called RL.
( There really is a guy named Goodspaceguy... )
This just reinforces my belief that reality is stranger than fiction and there really is something in the water here. Long live DEMOCRAZY! Go USA! *makes crazy faces and waves an Olympic flag and hugs Spaceship Earth and defends mute birds and disabled bees and rolls a joint and runs for congress* \o/
My LJ has morphed into a giant SPN squee fest, so I'm going to try to balance things out a bit and return to my old LJ habits with more personal posts.
Finally, a meme: Pick 10 people and give them the "You Make My Day" award. If you're picked, you are charged with picking 10 of your own (please don't feel the need to add me to your list if you do it).
You guys are great (as is the rest of my flist)! *hugs*
I hope everyone had a wonderful and safe holiday. Onto to good things 2008 holds! *hugs flist*
I think I just lost the lucky horseshoe that's been hitching a ride in my pocket for the last couple of months.
Talk about crappy days; today was a gigantic brown turd.
Here's a fun meme from sigune that demonstrates the degree of my illiteracy, how I can't seem to focus enough to finish a book, and the extent of my "to read" list. BTW, does it annoy anyone else that most of these titles are erroneously capitalized (or not capitalized)? Maybe it's just me and my freakish, anal tendancies...
Damn Best Buy. Damn the guy who wanted the plastic bag for his one DVD of "Friends". Damn September 11.
I had it. It was mine. And I was ten feet from the door.