Enough With the Serious

I don't blog on serious stuff much because it's not really my forte--I like to leave it to those who are more worldy or wise than I on such matters such as Sasha or Landru or, on one of my favorite topics, Autism Diva and Kathleen Siedel and Kevin Leitch. If you want to read up on world affairs, sporting topics, and the continuing debate and exposure on some of the looniest theories and crooks in the autism world, then those are the links for you. I'll be back later to share one of the most embarrassing, if not THE most embarrassing event of my post-child, adult life. Get ready.

There Really is a Difference

Bitchy and cruel are two vastly different things, although some people in this weird world seem to think that the two are interchangable.

I pride myself on being a bitch when I need to because, well, I am. I can be a little bit bitchy or a whole lot bitchy depending on the situation. I can rant, rave and complain. I can call people on their stupid and I can make fun of just about anyone or anything. All of these things fall under the broad umbrella of bitch.

What I DON'T do, though, is use my skills, lol, to wish ill upon people. I don't take joy in pain or suffering or loss, no matter how much that person wronged me or my family. I can joke about them or make snide comments, but I'm not going to revel in their physical undoing or their personal misfortune. I have precious little respect for those who do, either. I cannot for the life of me understand how people can take pleasure in someone else's ill health or personal loss. I just can't. What kind of a bitter, small person does one really have to be for that to even enter into one's realm of thinking?

I'll stick to snark and bitch, thankyouverymuch.

Blogging for Choice

Today is, in case you didn't know it, Blogging for Choice Day. So usual despite my desire to keep this site relatively apolitical, I'm going to do my part.

I was never one who really had a strong opinion one way or another about the Roe v. Wade thing as a young woman. I was essentially pro-choice because I do not like the idea of anyone telling me what I can or cannot do. Stellar reasoning, no, but that's how my mind worked back in the day.

My attitude toward Roe changed in 1992. That's when I discovered that I was pregnant. I had always wanted to have kids and wanted to have six kids. Under the typical circumstances, pregnancy would have been cause to celebrate and rejoice, but the situation was not typical. For starters, I wasn't married. Not quite the taboo it would have been ten years prior, but in my world, it was unheard of. I didn't know a single person who was pregnant and unmarried in my circle of friends or my entire extended family (which is enormous). Second, I had been dating W. for all of about four weeks when I found out. You can do that math. Needless to say, I wasn't exactly thrilled with the prospect of telling my parents that the person they'd met ONCE and whose family I had never met was suddenly the father of their first grandchild. Classy, yes? Thirdly, I was in college and working as a waitress. Not exactly big bucks.

So there was a quandry. For W. and I there was no choice, really. As soon as we did the test, we decided right then and there that we'd be getting married. Talk about a relationship tester. We had to tell the families and there was much strife, especially from my side of the family. His mother, who worked as a public health nurse and counseled women on birth control took it much better than mine who hung up on me for the first time in my life.

After the initial shock, we move into overdrive and by December--after we'd met in late September--we were married. Seven months later, we became parents. It was not easy. The first couple of years were an almost constant struggle with all the adapting that we had to do as we both graduated from college, found jobs, bought our first house and in our spare time, raised a child.

So, where does Roe factor in? I'll tell you. See, when we got over the inital shock and started deciding what to do, we took our time and really talked about all of our options and what the consequences of our decisions would be. Since we were older--23 and 27--we ultimately felt that we could handle the situation. We'd already been talking about moving in together in January when the new semester started and I had no doubt that he was the person I was going to marry from the day we met, but still, we had to consider everything, which we did. And from that moment on, I understood what "pro-choice" meant. I understood the importance of letting those most affected by circumstances have the CHOICE of how to deal with them. I understood how lucky I was to be able to make the CHOICE that I did, but I could easily see how someone in a similar situation might have felt too overwhelmed and made a different CHOICE.

It's been over fourteen years since that fateful day when my life literally changed forever. I look at my child and realize that no matter how hard things were, I did the right thing for me. I did it because I had a CHOICE.

Fun With Typogenerator

I love typogenerator. It is ridiculously entertaining. I've made God-only-knows how many picturey/art things with various versions of my names or phrases. This one is with Kimberly. There's another one up in my header with Kimmah Says all mangled (it's on the right). If you're bored and need a diversion, I highly recommend it. Sometimes you get some hideously ugly returns, but keep trying. It's too cool.

One of THOSE Things

I've not memed in awhile, so I'm entitled to wallow in self indulgence for a bit, yes? Thanks to sarah for this one:

10 Favorites
Color: blue
Food: grilled chicken
Month: Ocotber
Song: Smooth-Rob Thomas, Santana
Film: For the moment it's About A Boy
Sport: Fantasy Football
Season: Fall
Day of the week: Sunday
Flavor ice cream: Butter Pecan
Time of day: 9 pm...it's quiet

9 Currents
Mood: Bored
Taste: Eclectic
Clothes: pink-striped, flannel jammie pants and a blue pullover
Desktop: kids
Toenail color: natural...I'm holding out for sandal season
Time: 8:10 PM CST
Surroundings: lying on my bed with the laptop (seriously, it would be hard to do so with a desktop) and no tv or anything else n
Thoughts: I'm really uncomfortable sitting like this
Company: Me, myself and I

8 Firsts
Best friend: Mary Lynn
Kiss: Rex E. at a bday party in 7th grade during spin-the-bottle; His brother, Scott, was the first boy I kissed for "real".
Lover: Chris. A very, very long time ago.
Screen name: fivesmom
Pet: a puppy named Socks that ran away/got killed.
Piercing: Ears - 4th grade
Crush: Donnie Osmond
Cd: Hootie and the Blowfish, maybe?

7 Lasts
Cigarette: sometime in college when I was rip-roaring drunk, I'm sure
Drink: wine was during Christmas; sugar-free generic grape Kool-Aid thingy was about 10 minutes ago
Car Ride: about an hour ago to Walgreens and Blockbuster
Kiss: from Sam before he went to bed
Film seen: Dreamgirls
Phone call: from W.
CD Played: a mix of stuff that I sing to in the car...specifically Kerosene by Miranda Lambert
6 Have You Ever’s
Dated one of your best girl/guy friends? Patrick in college--huge mistake in one way because I ended up screwing that up big time on many accounts, but I suppose it led me to where I am now
Broken the law? Yes
Been arrested? Nope
Skinny Dipped? No
Been on TV? Yes
Kissed someone you didn’t know? I knew first name--does that count?

5 Things
Thing you are wearing: shirt, sports bra, jammie pants, panties and socks
Thing you’ve done today: supervised Saturday Schoolers, graded Beowulf tests, looked for Mardi Gras-themed party supplies for a dance, cooked dinner, chatted with Buggy on Yahoo.
Thing you can hear right now: the central unit, the water in the boys' bathroom, the keys on the laptop, my stomach growling, the fan on the laptop
Thing you can’t live without: family, telly, internet, eyeliner, water, toilet paper
Thing you do when you’re bored: sleep, read, surf, watch tv, eat

4 Places you’ve been today
1. School
2. Blockbuster
3. Walgreens
4. Mailbox
5. Van

3 People you can tell anything to (honestly, there are a few others, too, but they don't fit here)
1. W
2. Buggy
3. BYB

2 choices
Black or white? Black
Hot or cold? Cold

ONE WORD ONLY

This Moment: quiet
Your Shoes: off
Craving: chicken
The State of Your Home: chaotic
Annoyed By: my ass
Noise In the Background: traffic
Really Want To: shower
Thinking About: answers
Smelling: nothing
Favorite Product In Office Supply Aisle: Sharpies
Don't Ever Want To: wrinkle
Your Eye Color: blue
The Weather: frustrating
Have Never Tried: sushi
Think Everyone Should Try: carsex
Last Vacation Destination: Florida
The Last Thing You Had to Drink: water
Your Bad Habit: bitchiness
What You're Going To Do Now: snack

Here's to '07

This is really going to be my year. I can just feel it. Somewhere among the chaos and confusion and carnage that is sure to lie ahead, I will be celebrated for the spectacular person that I really am. Or, if that doesn't pan out, I feel confident that I will at least look fanfuckingtastic since I am now losing weight and actually eating in a somewhat healthy manner. No matter about those things, though, because the one thing that is guaranteed to make 2007 the best damn year ever is this:

BUBBLEHEAD IS RETIRING!

Yes, kids, you heard it here first. The worst boss in the history of bosses is, after much pain and suffering on the part of her staff, riding off into the florescent glow of the Hobby Lobby lights and bidding us farewell as of June 30. There are simply not words to describe my glee, my exuberance, my outright ecstasy at this turn of events.

Needless to say, we won't be shedding to many tears on June 30 and we may all be shitfaced, rolling drunk from celebrating on July 1. All I know is that suddenly 2007 became my all-time favorite year and I'm going to savor every day of it.

*edited to remove details that were a little to personal and potentially identifying*

Knock, Knock, Knock

anyone home?

I don't really know HOW I managed to fuck things up so utterly and completely with my server and my blogger publishing, but it was totally fubar. Thankfully, the Bug made me do it. I was IM'ing with her and I realized how much I was missing out on by being a cyberhermit, so here I am. I've got lots of pent-up issues, so beware.

I'm sure I'm missing people's links, so if you've got them to share, please let me know.