Would someone please tell the dwarves...

currently pounding on my fucking forehead like it's a gogdamn mine shaft, to knock it the hell off?

While you're at it, tell those elves that have managed to wrap my whole head in cotton, thereby trapping the aforementioned dwarves, on my damn forehead in the first place, that they're so, like, totally, FIRED.

For crying out loud, I have an overnight babysitter tomorrow night.

One does just

not

get

the

fuckmotherfuckerfuckshit

FLU

the day before.

Fucking asshole-ly little germs.

Bunch of inconsiderate little monsters, I tell you.

fuck off or I'll breathe on you: drreid-blockston@cavtel.net

Being NOT pregnant is so. much. FUN!

My very best friend, in the world, is pregnant. Amy and I have been best friends for more than half of our lives. She was my Maid of Honor, and I will be hers, in her October '06 wedding. She was there, throughout all of my pregnancies, even though the mere thought of little people's sticky hands, makes her all squicky inside.

She recently, found out she is pregnant. Apparently, her and Paul, celebrated their engagment, with champagne. Now, she's in her 16th week, is just starting to show, and according to her "If my boobs weren't sore, and I wasn't not getting my period, I'd never even know I was pregnant".

When I'd pee on a stick, and it turned pink, I never announced I was pregnant, "Let the vomiting commence" would do.

So, I'm bouncing around the internet last night (speaking of which, anyone else aware that the dork that married brittney spears, has his own website now, LOL?), and find a pregnancy calculator. I punch in her due date and get this....

"Your baby's nails are well formed, and some babies are even in need of having their nails trimmed at birth. The ears have also moved from the neck to the head.
Your baby is emptying his or her bladder every 40-45 minutes. The limb movements are becoming more coordinated. Your baby is about 3 ounces (85 grams) and 6.3 inches (16 cms). The gender may be detectable by ultrasound. "
http://pregnancy.about.com/cs/pregnancycalendar/l/blweek16.htm

So, like any good best friend, I sent her a quick email...

"Thought you'd like to know, that your little person is peeing inside of you, every hour or so. What do you want to do New Years Eve?"

let the peeing commence: drreid-blockston@cavtel.net

Like, the best day-after-christmas EVER.

Do you know what I got to do today???

Do you??

Do you care??

LMFFAO...

I did nothing.

Literally.

It's 8 PM, my kids are still in their pj's from last night, and have only left the living room for bathroom breaks. I got dressed about 2 hours ago, to run to the store for a salad.

That's crap.

I got dressed to run to the store for cake, but they didn't have the kind I wanted, so I picked up a salad and frozen meatballs to throw in the frozen spaghetti sauce that I threw in a pot for dinner.

And oreos.

Oh, and Lindt truffles.

I'm thinking, it would have cost me less, calorie wise, if they'd just had the damn cake, LOL. You know, the really bad kind, with the thick white icing?

Rots your teeth in under 60 seconds.

I spent most of my christmas cash, on totally not-fun-to-a-remotely-normal person kitchen crap, a 12" skillet with a lid, marked down from $99 to $39 (shitFIRE I'm old, to get excited about A pot, and not just pot, LOL), a food sealer, and a Foreman Grill, with removeable grill plates...

How old again, do you have to be, to get a senior citizen discount?

being thirty SUCKS.

early bird specials @ drreid-blockston@cavtel.net

Merry Christmas to all...

and to all, a good fucking night!

Damn, you never realize when you're little, just exactly WHY your parents are so damn tired on Christmas day, besides the fact that you were doing cartwheels on their bed at 4 AM.

I love Christmas. I mean, I LOVE Christmas. I'm that girl. The one who starts blaring Christmas music November 1, and unabashedly celebrates Christmas in July almost every year, since I just can't wait that long until December.

But, I gotta tell you. Playing Santa, with kids that just can't fall asleep until around 11 PM, followed by the ones that were asleep, waking up at midnight, and not being able to fall BACK asleep until well after 1 AM ...

I'm OLD.

I can't hang. Only through the prodigious amount of coffee consumed (I think I just may have broken a record, and with all of it prepared on my brand new Brewmaster coffee pot!), laced with equally prodigious amounts of Baileys, have I been able to stay awake. Though, the unwrapping of both seasons one, AND two, of Quincy, MD, on DVD, did produce a high that lasted about an hour, LOL.

Christmas is fun, it's sparkly, and pretty, with wrapping paper and bows, surprises, cookies, and booze, but damn.

It's exhausting.

I'll ha-ha-have a bluuuue christmas, without you: drreid-blockston@cavtel.net

In the spirit of the season...

fuck...

the laundry

the cookies

the peanut butter balls

the wrapping

the shopping

the inlaws

the mounds of tape

the tiny little shreds of wrapping paper that are stewn through out the house, because they stuck to your ass while you were sitting on the floor wrapping

the trees that are only 1/2 lit

the ornaments that were batted off the tree by the cat, and broke

the full trashcans

the cranky/sick/cracked out on santa/ kiddos

the fucking people that steal the spot you were CLEARLY waiting for, in the Dunkin Donut's parking lot, preventing you from being able to order a caramel creme latte on a day that you really, seriously, NEED it

the fucking projects that require you to pull a colonial costume out of your fucking ASS for the damn history project that is...tomorrow

the cards that never got sent

the fuckers you forgot to buy gifts for

the crusty floors

the dusty bookcases

maids that wont pick up shit

BUT...remember that I love all of you, LMFFAO...

It's christmas DAMMIT: drreid-blockston@cavtel.net

I. am. SO. offended.

In my profile, those dirty blogger bastard's say I'm thirty.

THIRTY.

What the hell is it to them, if I've decided to skip my birthday this year?

I'm thirty?

Well you're FAT.

fuck off: drreid-blockston@cavtel.net

It's all about the kids, man...

One of the best parts about having children?

Totally being able to pull off, belting out, Feliz Navidad, with the window cracked so that random strangers stuck at the traffic light with you can share the festivites.

One a semi-related note...

I made 20 pounds of gogdamn fudge today.

Twenty pounds.

That's a lot of fudge, LOL.

Have a piece: drreid-blockston@cavtel.net

Where the hell is the damn panic button??

So, I did have a whole post planned...unfortunately, panic arrived before I was able to finish the whole thought process...

and now I forget, LOL...

which, incidentally, is why the panic initially set in.

See, normally, I click the link, and blogger takes me right to the page where I click the little gear link, and *tada*, I'm able to post.

Tonight, it asked me sign in.

Seriously?

After not asking me to sign in for months, tonight it decided, "You know what? Let's fuck with her a bit!"

I'm schrounging around in my desk (screw you, it's only messy to the untrained eye), trying to find the itty-bitty slip of paper I cleverly decided to write passwords on, at which point, baby daddy walks past and delivers..."you know, if you cleaned that thing out once and a while"...

Luckily, his reflexes are good, and he was able to dodge the shoe I hurled toward the general vicinity of his head.

No luck on the slip of paper, I'm completely freaking OUT, when I notice a cute little link...

"Log in difficulties?"

Why, now that you mention it...YES!

Now, passwords are easy to retrieve, but what happens if you forget your own name?

The scary part is, that, apparently, I'm not the only one.

Hi, my name is: drreid-blockston@cavtel.net

You tell me what you want, and I'll tell you what you get...

...you get away from me...

how sucky is it, that at the ripe old age of 29, I still can't make peace with my momma?

"For your sake, I hope heaven and hell are really there, but I wouldn't hold my breath. You wasted life, why wouldn't you waste death?"

How appropriate...

I hate the fact that the prospect of spending a day with them makes my insides twist and squirm, my skin shrink like it's a dress that's two sizes too small, but I just gotta fit in the damn thing. Gotta keep the mouth shut, can't talk too much, too loud, don't drink that beer, they'll think you're an alcoholic (which, was actually a fairly funny conversation), along with being the heathen irresponsible momma who don't take her kids to church, who is just a fucking weirdo that we all tolerate, because she'll eventually stop running away from god and us, and come BACK. How do you deal with that, when what they want, it doesn't exist, it never did, I just stopped pretending, and put on a different outfit, so they'd stop asking to see that old dress? That dress was just something my mother draped me in, like a paper doll...

I ain't NO FUCKING DOLL.

What I am, is a little drunk, a little weepy, a little angry at myself, for letting them do this to me, over and over and over again, and furious that who I am, just isn't enough. It's never enough. I could cure AIDS, diseases, poverty, world hunger, and bring about world peace, but if I'm not going to church, and praising her god, it's all ashes in her mouth.

I'm so damn tired. I can't cut them out, maybe it's because I'm a fucking coward (entirely possible), and not that I just can't break her heart, it's been broken by so many people, over so many years, so many losses, she's just a shell that was filled with religon and bibles, and jesus...Maybe it's that I'm afraid of what she'll say about ME....the daughter who was never quite good enough, never quite athletic enough, never thin enough, never quite enough like my older brother, never thick enough,never pushed enough, never quite lived up to projected expectations...

just not quite enough, off by a hair, but if you'd just...

fill in the blank.

work out more
work harder
stop fighting
figure out why you're so angry (make no mistake about it folks, I'm one pissed off broad)

So, instead, I'll finish up making the pumpkin cheesecake, go to bed, get up tomorrow, dress, go over to my parent's house, and listen while my mother finds a way to flay the skin off my back without breaking a sweat, cracking a nail, or wearing off her bright red lipstick. Then I'll go home, get drunk, and wish I was still young enough to pull off a nice bathroom flagellation, and scrub the skin until it falls off in defeat, and all that's left is new skin, shinny and red, ready for the next round.

join the club: drreid-blockston@cavtel.net

Too much too soon?

As I finish decorating for christmas, I wonder, is it too much, too soon, to hang up the stockings?

I have everything done but the lights, garland, and the stockings...

What?

Thanksgiving?

Be thankful any day, slacker, it's CHRISTMAS TIME!

ARRGHHH...

A'hoy me maties!

and THAT is my pirate impersonation.

Shiver me timbers @: Drreid-blockston@cavtel.net

And higher still....

Oh.

My...

just one more little tidbit from the right wing. Enjoy!

"For once, the anger and intolerance which is very much a part of the gay rights movement was directed at one of their own, since John Corvino, who argued for a “No” vote in the upcoming referendum, is himself, a homosexual. "

http://www.cclmaine.org/

Anger and intolerance? You mean the rednecks who tied Matthew Shepard to a fence and then literally stoned him to death?

You mean the fuckers that drive down the road and yell "Faggot"?

Or, the assholes with signs similar to "God hates Fags" (you have to admire theioriginalityty, as well as their creativeness! Talk about thinking outside the box).

Filled with anger and intolerance @ : drreid-blockston@cavtel.net

My chance of a stroke? Higher by the word.

ARGHHHH!

No, that is NOT my pirate impersonation.

I swear to GOG. The more I read, the less I realize I know, and the high my blood pressure climbs.

What the fuck is wrong with these people, that they think they are their "god"'s representative on earth? What the fuck makes them so damn sure that they are right? Talk about fucking ego...

Here's a clip....
Two weeks from today voters across the country will head to the polls to decide on issues ranging from child custody laws to school funding. Several states however will decide on issues of personal freedom and equal rights.
One of the more astounding is an attempt to roll back the rights of homosexuals in Maine, being spearheaded by religious right leaders both in the state and nationally.
Earlier this year, Maine’s governor signed legislation banning discrimination based on sexual orientation. Maine’s Christian Civic League immediately went into action, collecting signatures to allow a “Peoples Veto”. The religious right got its signatures, so on November 8th Mainers will head to the polls to vote on whether the law should be repealed (a “YES” vote will allow discrimination, a “NO” vote will uphold the law). According to the Christian Civic League:
If sexual orientation is added to Maine’s legal code it will start the implementation of policies that discriminate against people with traditional views of morality.
This makes sense.
The majority of Mainers see it differently, as do a growing number of Maine’s Christian community. Churches across the state have come out in support of this law ensuring civil liberties for homosexuals, and opposing the position of the Christian Civic League. As David Henry of Lamoine Baptist Church told the Bangor Daily News, “Jesus never called on us to hate anyone on account of anything…..We are called to love in genuine ways.”

http://defconblog.org/2005/10/the-right-to-discriminate/#more-37

I wonder how long it would take them to arrest that long-haired hippy freak Jesus under the Patriot Act.

Born okay the first time: drreid-blockston@cavtel.net

And the mommy award of the day goes to....

My dear ol'ball and chain, informed me once, that when we are drunk together, he finds me fascinating. When I'm drunk, and he's not, he finds me annoying.

RIGHT BACK AT HIS ASS.

On the way home tonight, after attending a family (sorta, but that's a whole 'nother post. A long one, at that.) function, we picked up the schimiddos...

"WOULD YOU PLEASE SHUT THE HELL UP AND LET ME FUCKING DRIVE YOU ASSHOLE!"

In my defense, I'd like to add that I had fielded "Take this exit", followed by "Why did you get off here? 10 is much faster than 97".

A point, I'd tried to make at, you know, 97.

"Are you going really slow, or is it just me?"

followed by:

"Christ Danielle, slow the fuck down, would you?"

Please note, there was no change in speed between the two.

The last straw was when, as we were driving through the neighborhood that I grew up in, and I cut down a side road, to avoid some traffic.

"Where the hell are you going? This way takes foreeevvveerr...", while playing with the radio attempting to tune in a local country station.

Now, some will read this and say "How could you use such profanity, in front of your children????"

While others will say, "Thank gog you distracted him before he subjected your children to that crap! Doesn't he know it kills brain cells??"

Oh bite me cowboy: drreid-blockston@cavtel.net

As I waited....

...Today, for news of any indictments coming down, hardly daring to breath, and spoil what time I had before the inevitable disappointment, I had time to ponder.

Not anything earth shattering, for crying out loud, calm down. I'm still working on the whole "why on earth tabloids still think it's cute to combine celebrity couple names" issue.

I wondered why I've pinned so many hopes on this. Maybe it's because I have a thing for the special prosecutor (he's cute in a nerdy sort of a vein. He IS! Whatever, screw you.), or, maybe, it's because, in a very self-delusional way, I saw this as the magic bullet. You know, the one that will make fellow Americans stop debating whether or not "TomKat" (groan) is having *twins*!!

The one that will awaken us to the corruption in Washington.

Now, I'm not attempting any Republican vs. Democrats sort of a debate. The sad fact is, they ALL are corrupt. Yes, say it with me, all you liberals. The Democrats and the Republicans are both wings of the same evil bird. One is on the left, the other on the right, but both are DIRTY. It's the name of the game. Even the most well-intentioned public official, still has to keep his donations a'flowin', in order to run for re-election. You think lobbyiests give them all that money because they'd really like to see them in blue suits, as opposed to gray?

Ladies and gentlemen, I hate to have to be the one (and if I'm the one whose word you're taking, you really, really, REALLY need to get out more) to break it to you, but our "For the people, BY the people" has become an almost laughable travesty.

It's almost laughable, if it didn't mean we all weren't so damn screwed.

People always say "The rich get richer, and the poor get poorer". This is true, of course. However, I think that the middle class just may be beginning to realize, that they are only one misstep away from BEING the "poorer" part of that equation.

How many of you have cleared $1,000,000 in a year? In 2004, 435-member House of Representatives, 123 elected officials earned at least one million dollars last year, according to released financial records made public each year. Right next door, in the Senate, 1 in 3, are millionaires.

Now, think of all the people on your block, and figure out how many people on your street would have to hit the lottery, in order to post those same statistics.

In order to even be able to afford a modest campaign, you gots to have the cash, y'all. That cash has to come from somewhere. Iff'in you've got that kind of cash, chances are (this, of course, is a generalization), you can't remember what it felt like to wonder how you were going to cover your BG&E bill, and buy your kid new shoes.

Especially with energy costs on the rise (It's the hurricanes! It's the war! It's OPEC! It has NOTHING to do with the 9+ billion in profit that Exxon, just ONE oil company, has posted!), this is being more and more a sad fact of life.

It makes me sad. It makes me sad that when I say, with actual excitement in my voice "Harriet Miers rescinded her nomination", people have actually said "Who?".

WHO???

C'mon people! Wake up and smell the winter air, and it seeps in through your drafty window!

I

just

do.

not.

UNDERSTAND.

Of course, if this was a list of all the things I don't understand, it would go on for miles. Literally, I have no concept of math strategies past 4th grade, string theory, or any number of other topics.

What I do, however, understand, is that this country has reached a crisis point.

Today, on CBS news, they did a piece on correspondents in Iraq, most of whom, are Iraqi, being held. No charges, some don't even know why they were arrested in the first place, for months. Yet, we were bringing FREEEDOM!!! to Iraq.

Nice example we're setting.

I have the upmost respect for the men and women in Iraq, in Afghanistan, in all the bases, not to put too fine a point on it. I have enough respect for them, to QUESTION what my government is doing with them. Where they are sending them. Why they're being sent without the equipment they need to keep them safe. Why they're dying, in a war we started in the first place, based on intelligence (*HA!*), that those in charge knew was false. They KNEW it. Yet, it's not patriotic to question them? To demand answers?

How many people, in a grocery store parking lot, could you ask "What do you think of the Downing Street memos?", and they'd know what you were talking about?

Now, I'm no freaking saint. I'll admit to piddling away hours wondering if I'm the only person bothered by the fact that our president spells his middle initial, with more than one letter....Hours I could be spending writing letters to my congressperson, or to the editors, or any myriad of other world-improving activities. I just wish, that we could all, collectively, step back. Step away from red state/blue state, republican/democrat lines, and take a good, hard, long fucking stare at the state of things, and really consider what we could do to change it.

Idealistic gal pin-up at: drreid-blockston@cavtel.net

Now is that boobie with an "ie", or with a "y"?

It's amazing the questions the supposedly adult mind can come up with, during a day filled with 5 children bouncing around the house.

But, it does lead one to wonder.

Booby hatch, is definitely a "y"...But boobies? Got to be an "ie", in my not-so-expert opinion.

Well, I DO have a set, so I wonder if that does, after all, make me an expert?

Starbucks is for QUEERS.

Recently, a friend forwarded me an article, about how Starbucks has begun putting quotes on the sides of coffee cups. Supposedly to stir up conversations, they are coffeehouses, after all. There has been some controversy over one of the quotes, from a gay person, to the effect of (I should fact check before I begin to spew, no, lOL?), they wish they hadn't waited so long to come to terms with being gay. People are upset. Seriously. Pissed off, even. How dare a company print something that espouses personal love, and acceptance of who you ARE????

I responded true to form, ripping up the religious right, their lack of tolerance for any view other than their own, etc. A good friend of mine, was offended, and a bit hurt by my comments, feeling as if I was lumping her in with those I blasted. I can see where she would be hurt, but I honestly, hadn't meant ANY offense to her, I love her, and would never hurt her feelings on purpose. I've been mulling this over since last night, and I finally managed a reply. I'm hoping she will read it in the spirit it was intended, and not as a personal attack. I'll post my reply here, for discussions sake.

"My post was in no way directed at you, and I'm sorry you found it offensive. I generally do not think of you as one of "them".

But I'm tired, and pissed off. I'm tired of having to find a babysitter, trek up to my kid's school and schedule a meeting with the principal to make sure that the boy scouts,a religious organization, don't get classroom time in my public school. I'm tired of wondering if my kids, along with their friends, and potential mates, will have access to accurate health information, be taught about how to prevent STD's and pregnancy. I'm exhausted defending the opinion that SCIENCE ought to be taught to my children in SCIENCE class, not religion.

I'm tired of one of the largest group of people, and one of the best-funded, constantly bitching about the "liberal agenda", the "liberal bias in the media", and generally complaining about how persecuted they are. I do not feel the need to have everyone agree with me. Nor do I feel the need to "convert" them to my side. Therefore, I would like the same courtesy extended to me, in the public domain. I would like for them to please remove their bible-printed boots from off the neck of us "liberal flakes", and keep their religion in their church's, in their private schools, and in their homes. This means I expect there NOT to be the 10 commandments hanging in the courthouses. It means I expect there to be no prayer in school. I expect them to allow others, to "live and let live"

I also expect those in power, who claim to subscribe to this set of beliefs, to practice what they preach. Want to handout condoms in Africa, where 1/3 of the population is HIV positive,and people are DYING? Better not mention abortion,or you'll lose your funding. And you better not expect them to provide low cost, or free drugs to help ease their suffering. They're poor and brown, fuck em'. Want your water clean, and the air unpoisoned? Tough shit, our buddy's are making $$ off the toxic waste they dump where they feel like it, and we make it easier for them, but gutting Superfund,and castrating the oversight committee, so not only are you living next door to a toxic waste dump, but you get to pay for it out of your taxes as well, while your children fight deadly cancers, so the CEO can take his Bermuda trip this fall. There is a local playground in MD, built over a landfill. There is also a K-9 unit. Over the past year, 9 out of the 12 dogs housed there, have gotten cancer, and 3 have died. The unit has been shut down. The playground,about 100 yards away, has NOT. And don't expect to be able to claim bankruptcy when your medical bills have grown so high you can't see the top. You think those lobbyists paid all that money to have you default on your bills? Try getting a tissue for under $20, I dare you.

This world, this country is FUCKED. And the ones I see in charge, are the ones wielding the bible like a fucking sword, and I'm tired of having to defend my views, and fight a fight that our founding fathers tried their damnest to prevent ever having to be fought again. There is a reason they made a point to separate the church, from the government. Now we have assholes screaming at the top of their lungs that these people, didn't really mean what they said in the constitution. They really didn't mean "SEPARATE",just that government couldn't interfere in religion, not the other way around, they were born-again, dammit. Well, I was born okay the first time, thanks anyway.

So, I'm sorry if you were offended. I love you, and I don't want to hurt you. But I'm NOT going to apologize for blasting the religious right, and I'm not a bit sorry for my views. Perhaps if more people were screaming, if more were really as pissed off as they ought to be, I'd feel less strongly. But right now, I feel as if we're fighting a fight we'll never win, because most Americans are too afraid, or too lazy, to take a good hard look at their leaders, what they stand for, and what they're doing. And most of them are doing it in the name of gog.

If I were gog, I think I'd be pissed, and if he/she isn't,he/she can kiss my ass too.

d "

flagellation always welcome: drried-blockston@cavtel.net

The beatings will continue until morale improves...

Well fuckmotherfuckerfuckshit. You know, for a change, my house is clean. Laundry is folded, even put away, dishes are done, things have been dusted, floors have been vacuumed....and I can't decide what to do first.

I have a mosaic that I desperately need to work on. It's going to be gorgeous.

If, I ever finish it, which, would mean, I'd need to start it.

Our upstairs bathroom, is very narrow, and has a clawfoot tub in it. We've decided, at least for the moment, to forego adding a shower fixture, for fear that the shower curtain, when closed, would make it appear that you actually ARE in a shoebox. Apparently, when the house was built, indoor plumbing was a thing of the future ("I heard George say the other day that in the future, you'll be able to crap indoors!" "Never happen"). When the house caught up with the technology, which, given the wallpaper I've seen in this house, I'd say it took them a few years to even find their way to the front door, in order to leave to purchase the toilet. Talk about your eyes crossing. To continue, there was no room to put a bathroom in, upstairs, so they sliced off a section of the master bedroom, turning into a bathroom. An extremely narrow bathroom. Seriously, I can stand in the middle (almost the middle, the tub's in the way of the exact middle. yeah.), of the room, and touch both walls. So, in an attempt to make the room appear slightly wider (why is this never a problem with my ass?), I bought a large mirror, and I'm attempting a glass tile mosaic, on the mirror. If I don't manage to put an eye out, playing with the tile nippers, it should go well, LOL.

So, I can work on the mosaic, but I think I just talked myself out of that, since I did vacuum today, and I'd have to repeat that particular hated form of torture, to get the small glass shards....

I'm finishing "The Foutainhead", fantastic, stunning, in love with Roarke a little, but since I'm also crushing on the sword swallower we saw on Saturday, I may find it hard to concentrate...

I think me and my boyfriend may need some quality time tonight...

Oh Ti-Voooo.....

Killing brain cells one button at a time: drreid-blockston@cavtel.net

I hope you have a permit for that thing.

In Los Angeles, you cannot bathe two babies, in the same tub, at the same time.

In Colorado, it is illegal to lend your vacuum cleaner to your neighbor.

In Devon, Connecticut, it is illegal to walk backwards after sunset (What if it's cloudy in the evening? How do you tell if the sun has set? Does this only apply when it's obviously nighttime?)

In Indiana, if you need a little help in the reproductive area (none for me, thanks), you're fucked like a monkey trying to smoke a cigarette in South Bend.

If Sen. Pat Miller, R-Indianapolis, gets her way (yes, that's right, no need to play "It's Pat", the hag is a woman) before you attempt IUI, or IVF, you must petition the court for permission. http://www.in.gov/legislative/interim/committee/prelim/HFCO04.pdf

Seriously. I couldn't, or rather, I wouldn't, make this shit up, since it's not remotely amusing.

Single people, and faggots, need not apply.

"an unmarried person may not be an intended parent."

Now, I can see how it would be so very easy to assume that because you happen to be in love with a member of your own sex, you are much more ill-equipped to handle a child, a child that would require expensive medical intervention to conceive, let alone carry to term and raise, as opposed, to, say, the 14 year old girl down the street, dating the charming stringy-haired fellow who is, ah, dentally challenged, who isn't being taught how to prevent a pregnancy, let alone STD's, since her school now teaches an "abstinence only" program.

"A description of the family lifestyle of the intended parents is also required, including individual participation in faith-based or church activities."

http://www.fortwayne.com/mld/fortwayne/12813691.htm

So, I guess pagans, atheists, agnostics, need not apply either.

Is there anything more personal, than the decision to become a parent? Generally, people who are attempting IUI, or IVF, have struggled long and hard to become parents. It's a heartbreaking thing, infertility. Though I've been fortunate that it's not an issue for me, I have friends and family that have dealt with it. Some have had successful pregnancies, some have chosen to lovingly adopt. How DARE, another person, suggest that grown-ups, not minors, not mentally incompetent, GROWN-UPS, pass a litmus test, to be allowed access to MEDICAL CARE. Medical care, I might add, that they're paying for.

mastercard and visa accepted at: drreid-blockston@cavtel.net

On a slightly serious note...

I've been MIA lately, and I'm sure all 32 of you that have viewed these pages, are on the edge of your seats, as to why.

There actually, are a few reasons.

#1. No one actually came to my aid, with the whole picture loading issue, prompting me to switch to a MSN blog, which is idiot-user friendly. However, since, apparently, most MSN bloggers just post pictures, and don't, you know, WRITE ANYTHING, I found it enourmously irritating.

#2. I am saddened (seriously, this is the note to which I was referring to in the title), to report that Batman and Wonder Woman went to the big Superhero heaven in the sky. My SIL went to the doctors a few weeks ago, and discovered that the baby/babies had died. This was kind of a blow. I'm finished having children (Lordisa, am I done), and I only have one sibling. I adore my 'pews, I spoil them rotten, as is my right, as FAVORITE AUNT. I was really, really, really looking forward to having more babies to baby. Babies that I can hand back to their mothers when they get cranky, LOL. She's doing really well, I went over to babysit my guys the same day, since they had tickets to a baseball game, in a skybox, and we cried a bit together. The twins didn't really understand, though Cameron asked "Does that mean that the baby won't get to play with our toys?". Yeah.

That's pretty much it. I could add a #3, in that, I'm lazy, and lately, haven't had any inspiration, but that sounds like the load of shit it is.

My mother and I had an enourmous blow-out. Well, really just she had the blow-out, I got to watch, LOL. It did, however mean, that I had a legitamite excuse to ignore her phone calls for a week. That, is always satisfying, in a very, very, mature sort of a way.

In summation, I'm back, MSN blogs suck (here's where I shamelessly insert my OTHER blogs address http://spaces.msn.com/members/ramblebramble/ ) and I'm back on the wagon.

Comments always welcome with morning coffee!
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