This one always had the smell of BS about it, but the reason I'm taking the time to highlight it is that, well, so did the Iraq war, and so many other stories lately. And although I fancy myself as someone who has a pretty good "BS detector," it is precisely the acceptance and allowability of such "gut-thinking" itself which allows for people (myself included) to make "conclusions" without restricting them to only the facts in evidence. The very phrase "trial by media"…
The ultrasound reported no Previa. So: YAY! The baby is still in a breech position though, which is just something to watch and not anything I'm really concerned about. If she doesn't turn before delivery, then we will just deal with that when it gets here.
As if the revelation a couple of years ago that the MMS had been caught snorting meth off a toaster oven and screwing (literally) the very energy-industry lobbyists and execs they were supposed to be regulating, now comes this:
From the "not that those of us here needed proof, but it's good to have" files, a new study from the University of Virginia has found that the adoptive children of same-sex parents were on average "developing in typical ways."
"We found that children adopted by lesbian and gay couples are thriving," said U.Va. psychology professor Charlotte J. Patterson, who led the study. Her research used standard… Continue
Hey there long lost imaginary internet friends. Just stopping in to say hi and see what’s shaking at the OS… And to give an update on “As the World Turns” GG style.
This summer has been an interesting one… Potty training, divorce, fell in love, cops, business traveled a lot… just to name a few and it ain’t over yet. I did take the time from April to now to finally make some decisions about my marriage. I came to a resolution that I’m divorcing The Surfer…and not just for me but it is… Continue
We're childfree for the first time in three and a half years since my parents took the bub for the night - we're packing and cleaning the house in preparation for moving in the morning. Several hours of work ahead of us still, but the house is empty and bright.
It's so funny to feel so light and present in this situation - nostalgic, happy to be doing this, for some reason. Maybe it's the novelty. Maybe it's because it's summer and I can drink as many beers as I want while doing this… Continue
The same night we talk about separating, I dream I am dying.
These days I try to fit in billable hours wherever I can because our savings has pretty much dried up and by the time we figure in the costs of babysitting and summer camp, well, I almost might as well not be working at all. So I sit on the bleachers with a clipboard during the Dragon's gymnastics class and… Continue
So here's what's all going on in that arena lately:
*Ultrasounds! I never thought I would get tired of them, now I hate them. I dread having to go in for the ultrasound hoopla. It means being touched AND smeared with sticky goo. Boo. It doesn't seem to help matters any that aside from one, all of them have been performed by the same tech. I can't believe she still checks my armband when I go in for them. She…
This is more of a PSA than an actual post, because I'm doing approximately none of the legwork for this, but it's too important to let pass by. I suspect many of you will already have heard of, if not read, this piece. Dana Priest (and others) at the Washington Post have finally gone live with the results of a two-year investigation into the covert, counterterrorism, and national security state of America after 9/11. What they found is now online (the first part of it) at… Continue
That's what I woke up to this morning. Poop. Everywhere Poop. Well, first I woke up when the hubs ventured in to tell me the baby had a blow out poop, and he needed to change the sheets, and where were the extra sheets again?
This may not have been annoying if it wasn't for the fact that I have spent the last TWO WEEKS re-organizing all of the closets in the house and boxing up everyone's sheets in rubber maid boxes: NB has a box for sheets and blankets, the baby has a…
Sweet mother of God. My mother has been hauled off to jail. Turns out she spent the night there a few weeks ago, too. It seems this latest trip is because she blew off a court date for the previous stay. No one is going to bail her out. She's burned those bridges. My youngest brother was her last cash cow, and she was draining his checking account without his permission, and overdrawing it. He is leaving, hopefully for good, to stay with his dad's family out of state. I have a policy to never,… Continue
IKEA has conquered the world. What with its flat-packed boxes of DIY furnishings and funky tchotchkes with impronounceable names, family-friendly play areas and fairly inexpensive food, it's quite the goofy new version of shopping for dumbfounded Americans. We drive great distances to find the giant stores, get lost within its ratmaze of seemingly unplanned aisles, and succumb to the treasures within, only to emerge half a day later, squinting, into the harsh sunlight of the outside…
Okay, so men and women are different and closeness breeds contempt and all that shit. But there are times when it is patently clear that my husband HATES ME WITH A PASSION, and now is one of those times.
And I get it; I'm annoying. I'm definitely imperfect, despite my mother ingraining the fact into my brain that Mothers Are Perfect And Are Never Wrong (Even When They Are). Here I am, 40, laid off, overweight, messy, loathe to bother with makeup unless it's a true outing, and…
"Paramour" is one of those words--like "gout"--that one doesn't expect to hear outside of historical romance novels. Yet a Tennessee court of appeals last week struck down a ruling that used the state’s so-called “paramour clause” to prohibit Angel Chandler’s same-sex partner of over 10 years from spending the night when Chandler’s two children from a…