I might do this next year if I can think of something entertaining enough to keep people reading for 24 whole hours.

In the meantime, check out http://inthekitchenwithmoozie.blogspot.com/
She's blogging for the National Kidney Foundation , so please sponsor her, or go on and take a look at her posts! She's cooking all sorts of yummy food and posting recipes and pictures. Go check it out :)

Check out my skills, yo!

I had to pass on this story of a clinic worker assaulted on her way to work. In what kind of fucked up mind is this okay? In what mind is assaulting a woman in the name of being PRO-LIFE reasonable? I'm really too disgusted to have any more commentary on this, so here you go: 


Link to bluetattoo74's post 
 

I used to have the 'Dirty Dancing' soundtrack on tape. I'd listen to it in my car all the time, rocking out to "I've Had the Time of My Life", etc and it always made my mood at least a little bit better. Well, a few weeks ago I was telling Alex how when my Escort wagon got totalled, the tape stuck inside the deck and I couldn't get it back out. "Where am I EVER going to find another TAPE of the Dirty Dancing soundtrack," I complained.

Well, around Easter Alex said he had a present being shipped to me from England, so it might take awhile to get here. (I'm sure you can see where this is going) I went down to his house yesterday and opened my present, and it was THE DIRTY DANCING SOUNDTRACK! Man oh man, I am so excited. That might be one of the most thoughtful gifts anyone has ever given me, and for no reason other than it would make me happy. :) He also got me the movie on VHS.

Coincidentally I had a gift for him as well (a new hair brush sealed in plastic) and I love the fact that we got each other gifts for no reason, that anyone else would look at and think, "Meh heh?" Yay :)

My flowers! ( Compare, if you will, to when I planted them )


My daughter :)


My new bedroom rug


My toenail polish

AND.....


I GOT MY NURSING SCORES BACK!
99TH PERCENTILE, BABY! WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
(I'm also pretty psyched about the eyebrow wax I got today)

WOOOOOOO! I AM TEH SMRT! S-M-R-T! AWW YEAH!

I loved rubber cement when I was a kid. You could paint it on your hand, and then peel it off like skin. You could make a big ball of it and bounce it. And it worked pretty well for it's intended purpose of arts and crafts as well.

Some months ago I needed something to attach rubber molds to pictures showing what the molds made. So, I went and got me a nice bottle of rubber see-ment. I only played with it a little. Swear.

Today I wore my black flip flops to work that I love so much the sole was coming apart from the upper part of the shoe. This made me pretty sad because these are my favorite flip flops. And I haven't been able to find any nice black ones to replace them lately.

Anyway, I put some rubber cement between the two pieces of my shoe and what do you know, it worked! I don't know how long it will hold it together, but for now it's pretty exciting. Yes, the small things in life make me happy.


(PS I just noticed LJ added a 'current location'. Interesting.)
ETA: But it doesn't show up with the post! What's the point in that?

My cousin Ashlee when to the beach with my daughter the other day, and took some great pics. Here are some of them.



I never realized how much they look alike.



Neat picture






I really love these pictures. Looks like Taylor had a good time this week!

I am now co-modding [Bad username or site: @ livejournal.com], the *Friends* trivia community!

Woohoo! If you like the show Friends, come join!

They already abort at home, in some states that treat them like they're third class citizens. Yes, third. Behind the fetuses they carry and the men that put them there and would gladly keep them there.

Douching with bleach. Coat hangers, if we can get metal ones. Knitting needles. Baseball bats. Drinking. Stairs. Poisons. Herbals and incompletes that fester and kill. Untrained doctors poking and prodding, no certainty if they're legit or not. Women sitting on floors goddess knows where, holding towels to their hemorrhaging crotches, too scared to call a doctor because they think they might be in trouble. Women dying, leaving behind parents, husbands, children, friends, loved ones, who knew her and missed her--and no faint wish of an unborn baby saved from her womb, for when she dies it does as well.

How many of us will have to be hurt, to be maimed, to die, to show you that taking away abortions will not save these babies you claim to be saving? That all you do is damn us for sex that you find distasteful? How many more babies will be found in dumpsters dying, or thrown out of windows, or drowned in bathtubs, or left to die and sealed up in boxes like trash in a pile of thier own dirty diapers? How many women will die, how many children will be abused, how many more will find themselves without homes at the crucial times they need them because white women unwillingly pregnant are having their fresh whitebread babies bought by the highest bidder? Or are we, like the Africans tossed over the side of the boat as dead in the Middle Passage, "acceptable losses" in the end goal of making sure every zygote and embryo is sacred?

You said you weren't pro-punishment. You said you cared about the women too. You said this would be better for us. You said there would be exceptions for rape, or incest, or health before the brink of the loss of life.

You said you were "pro-life".

You lied.

You lied to our faces, to our bodies, to our souls. And now all of us will give up blood, bodies, souls, minds. We will lose ourselves to the Holy and Most Sacred Altar of the Unborn Baby.

Sing to the glory of their name.

Cause you're sure not singing anything I can percieve as true.

--Tasha