Monthly Archives: December 2008

I won a trip!! WOOOOOHOOOOO!!!

I won a trip!! WOOOOOHOOOOO!!!

Its so freaking warm today, much better than that crappy DC “no snow but cold as fuck” weather we’ve been having. Ahhhhhhh!

Oh, wait, no, I must be high again, because I’m still home, surrounded by kids and its 63 degrees outside. It can’t even be a pretty 63 degrees – it has looked like it was going to rain all freaking day. Global warming is such a joke.

So, I got to open my presents today! I mean, we all got to open our presents today!! I got a bunch of stuff, and I’m very pleased… but most of all, I’ve rediscovered my love for…

Zoo Tycoon.

Yes, its been 2 years since I’ve played. Yes, all of the expansion packs make it much more complex. Yes, I fought my son for it… and yes, I cannot stop playing it. Good thing I have another week of vacation so I can ignore my kids, not clean, and sit on my ass and make baby tigers and shit.Lots of shit, unless you hire a zookeeper.

Yeah, so, I’m also staring at my new webcam, watching it pretend to download files. I’m hoping to have some interesting stuff come from this… and no, not that kind of stuff, pervyhead.

Adios, sombreros! See you after I dominate the zoo circuit!

Bread Geeks

Bread Geeks

So, our official “Christmas” isn’t until Sunday when the eldest child returns from his adventure in the great Southern US, but we went ahead and gave out a few presents to the remaining children and one for each of the really big kids – the adults.

I got a breadmaker. The only thing more exciting to me is the other appliances I’ll be opening on Sunday, because as un-festive as kitchen stuff may seem to the rest of the world, I am stoked! I love my kitchen. Maybe a little too much, since I tend to spend all of my time in there, working, studying… hiding or heating up my cold hands by really “cooking” food.

The husband and I have spent the past hour kind of knocking each other out of the way watching the breadmaker do its thing. There is nothing more exciting than watch… WAIT, it just came on again, hang on!!

Ahem.

There is nothing more exciting than peering into a 3×3 window, watching a ball of dough form. Really. Those holiday cards I need to send out can wait, and that bathroom that needs to be cleaned? Bah! This is Christmas! I can watch bread all fucking day if I want.

I am so cool.

Dear Santa,

Dear Santa,

I’m going to cut to the chase here, since we’re both pretty busy fictional characters. I’ve not been the best person this year, but I’ve not been the worst. Its been a long, hard year and I can at least say that I am grateful for all of the lessons I have learned, even if some of them really sucked.

So, this year, I’m going to simply ask for the following:

1. I would like my eldest son to be able to feel secure and self-confident as he enters Middle School in fall, and I would really like it if you would continue to help feed his love of art and music. He’s an amazing boy who has limitless potential, and needs to be encouraged to smile a little more. Life isn’t always so serious.

2. For my youngest son, It would be great if he was given a good, local friend who shares his love of animals and games. It might be too much to ask, but I would also really like it if there was a way to help other autistic children, as a tribute to his strength and determination. An autism clinic within driving distance would be great, too.

3. For my girls, who are just now tiptoeing out into the world, I ask simply for a childhood where they are allowed to be children. Keep them laughing, and let them grow into the wonderous beings they are meant to be, and please let them like things other than princess toys. Like mud.

4. For my husband, please let him know that we all love him, even if he comes home to chaos. Its all part of the package, and his presence here is needed and wanted, even when we’re being rotten.

5. For me, just let me continue on this road of self-discovery and help me use my daily epiphanies to help the world become a better place – for my family and for everyone else. Ok, and maybe make this year a little less heavy. I need a break.

6. Keep my animals safe and healthy, too, and don’t give us too many baby guppies.

You’re the best, Santa, even if you’re a big commercial enterprise. Rock on, old man.

Love,

Melia

Post Abortion Stress Syndrome

Post Abortion Stress Syndrome

I came across this site while looking for different perspectives on women’s health issues. I am pro-choice, and I have had to use my right to choose personally. In my experience, there was not enough counseling before or after the procedure. Abortion is one of those things “we just don’t talk about,” because its such a heated topic of discussion, and I think that attitude flows into the actual procedure itself.

This site covers a lot of issues that women (and men) face surrounding abortion. If you are one of the many who suffers with your decision, I encourage you to visit www.afterabortion.com

So, I’m bringing sexy, er, High School French back

So, I’m bringing sexy, er, High School French back

Did you notice? Of course you did, because its right up there in big, bold print. It looked nicer than “feminist mom” and I was having a nostalgic day, thinking about my crazy French teacher. I suddenly can’t remember his name, but he used to crack me up. He used to pick on one of my BFFs, which was great. She was great, I miss little Jenny Dancy Toes, the petite redhead who dealt with the world of dance and lived to tell about it. She also married her high school sweetheart. She was beautiful and terribly sweet and I loved hanging out at her house.

If that wasn’t a stream of consciousness paragraph, I don’t know what is.

I adored Jenny. Not in any sort of crush way, but in a “she’s just a great person” sort of way. I still have a letter she wrote me when I had to move from Ohio to Arkansas at the tender age of 15. Sometimes, I run across it, read it, and get even more nostalgic. You just don’t find people like that very often, and when you do, you just need to hold onto them because they’re gems.

What was I talking about? Oh, yes, the French title of the blog. I can’t think of any other way to describe this joint now. The spirituality of women, the political system that is so very flawed and seeks to oppress minorities, the love I have for my kids, for all kids… and the confusion that comes about when you put all of that together. How can a mother be a feminist? Aren’t feminists supposed to be women who seek careers and independence over typical roles as mothers and wives? Are feminists allowed to enjoy making presents for their kids’ teachers? Do normal mothers care about elections, bailouts and social policy? Do tarot card readers know the lottery numbers?

Just making sure you’re paying attention.

More to come…