This article is long, but should be read by everyone who cares about a woman's right to choose. Here's an excerpt:
Only fourteen, she came with her mother. What brings you here? he asked. I have to have an abortion. Why? I'm not old enough to have a baby. But you told the counselor we should all be killed? Yes, you should all be killed. Why? Because you do abortions. Me too? Yes, you should be killed too. Do you want me killed before or after I do your abortion? Before.
I just popped 2 Xanax, and I'm chasing them with a wine cooler. Hopefully they'll kick in before I have an anxiety-induced heart attack. I almost lost my dog, Michoud, at 4:30 this morning.
Michoud & Jasmine needed to go out, and a thunderstorm was just passing, so I took them out in the carport on their leashes. There's an area where they can pee in the weeds under the overhang of the roof. There are also saplings coming up there, and Michoud keeps going around them so that I can't get her back without letting go of the handle of the retractable leash & pulling it around the tree. The other night this worked okay. This morning it didn't. As soon as I let go of the handle of the leash, she took off.
Here you need some background. First, I'm disabled. I have to walk with a cane, a slow walk is my fastest speed, and I can easily fall down. If I fall down away from something to grab onto, I might not be able to get back up.
Second, I live two houses from the corner of a busy, four-lane street. Also, Michoud is not traffic-savy. There would be no reason for her not to run straight out in front of a car.
Third, and this is the lucky part, I guess, I live directly across the street from an elementary school, and the grounds are mostly fenced. The few times that Michoud has dashed off, that's where she's always gone. This time was the same.
If I hadn't panicked, I might have thought to grab a few doggy treats & my car keys, but instead I just pushed Jasmine inside the door and took off after Michoud. This was incredibly stupid, but there it is.
I mostly kept her in sight as she ran all around the school, but I had to take my shoes off & wade through lots of ankle-deep puddles. The school is also being worked on, and the grounds are full of big parked semi trailors, so I had to thread my way around those.
I followed Michoud about 2/3 of the way around the school, whistling and calling, before I realized she was heading around to an area that's too rough for me to follow. I gave up at that point, and used my head. I started back for the house to get treats, the car, and my walker. Yes, I need a wheeled walker to walk very far or very fast, and to keep from tripping over stuff & falling down.
While I was headed back around the opposite side of the school from where she hopefully was, a big garbage truck pulled in on that side and emptied the dumpster. I didn't hear her bark, I was almost back to the street as it headed back to the main street, but I didn't see her following it.
I finally got back to the house without falling down, grabbed my keys and stuffed some treats in the pocket of my housedress. I threw my walker in the back seat and drove around to the school's back drive, where the dumpster is. I got lucky again, because the gate was open, so I could drive down next to the school. I rolled all the windows down & whistled several times. About halfway down the length of the school, I finally saw her. I called, "Michoud! You wanna go for a ride?" and she ran right over, wagging her damned tail. I gave her a treat and put her filthy, muddy ass in the back seat.
Right now she's in the doggy time-out room (the storage room that lets onto the back yard). I figure I might be able to look at her in the morning without strangling her. Especially if these damned Xanax ever kick in.
Oh, for some reason, the gecko that lives in my carport apparently decided to jump onto the back window of the car and go along for the ride. I didn't notice him until I was pulling back down my driveway. This is a terrible picture, but here he is:
I was lucky to never really have been indoctrinated into religion, except as much as it’s simply ubiquitous in our culture. Even so, I went through my own awakening as a result of being in a relationship with someone who was involved in AA’s 12-step program.
I also became involved in Al-Anon, and therefore started really thinking about the question of a higher power. I just could never resolve that satisfactorily, and I couldn’t get around it, so I left Al-Anon and continued my searching and analysis of religion in general.
It’s become a subject I’m endlessly fascinated by, but purely from a psychological, sociological, and historical perspective. Basically, the more I find out about the major religions, the more horrified I am that people continue to propagate these archaic & delusional beliefs.
It really encourages me to see that people can overcome this kind of indoctrination and begin to think for themselves. Maybe there’s hope for the world, after all.
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Let's abolish Don't Ask, Don't Tell. If the U.S. military isn't afraid of anything else, why should they be so afraid of The Gay?
Someone commented on CNN that if Nadya Suleman (the octomom) wanted to be loved, she should have bought a puppy. The sad thing is that if they were puppies, the Humane Society would have stepped in and taken them away from her for placement in better homes. There's a term for this where it concerns animals - it's called "hoarding." I think Nadya has proven that we need to broaden the definition for that disorder to include people who obsessively have numerous babies beyond their capacity to care for them.
