Good Idea Comes Too Late

I wish I had had the idea before today- an Amendment 2 Coloring Book!

This is a blastocyst, this is an embryo.

This is a human clone, with the universal "NO" red slash through it.

This is a uterus.

This is a mature spermatazoa. It's an acquired taste, but goes quite nicely with glazed pears.

Woohoo

It's Election Day!

The bad news: I am a very bad girl. I usually vote, but forgot to move my registration to this address. I was reminded by Newschannel 5, saying today is the last day to register in time to vote in the November election. I knew once my hub came home, I could race down to the library and make it in time.....Once the story ended, Art Holiday said, "...and that deadline actually was yesterday." Fuck.

The good news: I am a rather political person, and I love election days. It will be about impossible for the Dems to overthrow Congress, but I still think it will be an exciting day.

Here are my views, if you're local to MO....McCaskill- what has she done wrong? No one can really come up with anything. Her husband is supposedly a shit, but she has the nurse's association....she has a tax shelter? Yeah, I have a 401k, so damn me too....so she has a house off-shore? Talent sent our jobs there....Talent cuts medicaid, screws the troops, supoorts the war, and is a pro-life bastard.

Also on amendment 2: I read the proposed law, letter for letter. Big difference between a blastocyst and an embryo. We are talking about 14 days (or less) after cell division, folks.

Well, I don't have time to sound off any more today. My infant is ill, and I have strep, and the household chores are not getting done by a magic wand. I'll bitch again once the results are in.

At That Particular Time

It's amazing how something can wedge itself into our hearts and minds, only to reappear without any warning.

I was sweeping and picking up the house, drinking a cup of coffee, and singing with the boys. My iTunes were cranked to a safe level, and I am thinking of lunch....My iTunes changed from "Real Good Man" to "At That Particular Time" . I sang along, not thinkig too much of the fact that it reminded me of a painful breakup. I cannot hear that song without thinking of my ex-boyfriend, SJ. It wasn't a particularly long romance, but I have only truly loved three men in my life- Ferrell, SJ, and my husband. Sorry, Ferrell- I used your name here.

So, yeah, it wasn't a long romance, but I'd still give him a kidney or two. I made huge mistakes, it was a rough time in general. Work was stressful, we didn't have similar lifestyles, and I was so afraid of losing that good thing, that I completely lost myself. So, not only was I probably suffocating him with panic, but I had also become some sort of stranger to him as well. Then I got really sick near the end. I told him a month or two later that I was really sorry, and I was honest that I was still in love with him. I learned a great deal at that time in my life, but I hate that our relationship ended the way that it did.

I did email him a couple of months ago, about purchasing something that he had...I wanted to find one for myself. I had also hoped that he would tell me how he was, that he was alright, warm, happy, in love, and stable, with someone to hold him at night. When you love someone, that's what you want for them. I want him to be as happy as I am, to have found the "one" like I did. Maybe someday, I'll bump into him, and he will tell me that he has the life he always wanted. That would be a gift from the heavens. I already know how my other two loves are doing! But, once in a while, I rememeber SJ and I wonder and I hope.....

So, there I am, puddling up in the middle of my living room...Do all women do this????