tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-51278442012-01-31T00:54:17.227-06:00Filling the internets with my inane ramblingsred.hot.mamma!http://www.blogger.com/profile/16009079438690150776noreply@blogger.comBlogger14851100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5127844.post-44402631720223564072011-01-02T21:37:00.001-06:002011-01-02T21:38:27.103-06:00

After years of filling this blog with my thoughts, I've decided to move the operation over to a new space. I've changed so much over the years and I feel so differently about myself and my life now, it just felt like time for something new. So, despite my utter lack of blogging in such a long time, if you're still on board, you can find me over here.

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Today is one of those days where I have a whole new appreciation for people with children who are still able to function on a daily basis. Seriously, how do they do it? The BF has been sick for about a week now. Well, now it's just the production of never ending amounts of mucus resulting in a pretty horrible cough. I was pretty impressed that on day one he took it upon himself to visit the

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Folks, I'd like to take a little break from my gag-worthy perfect love life to discuss a very important topic, one I haven't been addressing nearly enough lately: pooping. Namely, pooping in public.My sister thinks I have no shame, but frankly, I'm amazed at those who can hold it long enough to get to the home toilet. If I'm at work 8-10 hours per day and the morning shits come on, how is it

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I know this is totally disgusting, but I can't help but share with the world how effing fabulous my man is. Since we've made the decision to live together and I started staying there and slowly moving my belongings over to the house, we've instituted a new routine of planning meals for the week and going grocery shopping together. Because I typically work a little later than he does and I have

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So, the lessons I've learned are:1. Don't panic.2. Don't make rash decisions to buy 20 year old cars to "hold you over" until you can figure things out.3. When you learn of a major mechanical problem with your car that you can't afford to fix, head straight to the dealer and trade that bitch in!This past Saturday was the day, the day I'd designated to end my car woes for good (or at least for

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When did I write that post about the Probe running again? Not so much. Tonight I was driving it down the roads, slick from a day of rain, and the lights got dim. Suddenly it started sputtering and I gave it all the gas I could, willing it to just get me up a hill past some railroad tracks, hopefully to a place where I could park it, away from speeding traffic. Nope. I called the BF, who

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...I feel bad about seeing my archives. Four posts this year, 58 last year (compared to 319 the year before). This is pathetic. I apologize. I'll try to do better. And now I'm up to five posts! Progress!

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Internet, remember when you were in high school and there were those hot cars, the ones you wanted, preferably in red? Remember what it was like driving the hand-me-down early 80's Oldsmobile? That giant red tank of a car with the transmission leak that required you keep a case of fluid in your trunk for daily refills? It had an 8-track player? No? That was just me? Or maybe you drove your

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Okay, so posting hasn't gotten much better, but at least it hasn't been months, right? But since my last post, I've accomplished a major feat - I'm finally a triathlete! Okay, so a sprint triathlete, but it's pretty impressive for me. On June 6th I made it through the Danskin triathlon: 1/2 mile swim, 12 mile bike ride and 5K run. I'm not athletic at all, never have been. In elementary school

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Let's talk about pubic hair, shall we?What, too personal? You're at the wrong blog.I've always found body hair and its removal to be somewhat controversial. As a feminist, I felt I was making a statement by refusing to conform to the beauty norm and allowed my leg, arm pit and pubic hair to grow free. Unfortunately, having a big ol' 70's bush doesn't go so well with swimsuit season, but I

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I didn't think anyone was around anymore. Except my sister, who recently gave me crap for never updating. The truth is, I've lost some interest in the blog and I've even cut back on the number of blogs I read. With my new job(!) and busy schedule, I think the ol' blog is going to fall even more by the wayside. Like going out of business. But we'll see.So, since I last posted, life has been

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The big thing on Twitter the past couple days has been #10yearsago. Where was I at the beginning of the past decade? In Austin (as I am now), having recently moved back after thinking maybe I'd left it for good (as is the case now), working for a nonprofit (yep, still doing that) and not making as much money as I know I'm worth (check). My sister was in town but my brother wasn't. Now it's

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I totally want to fly off to a tropical island and wait out the holidays. What is UP with me and the holiday doldrums? I try to stay away from the holidays as much as possible - I really only shop online, avoid xmas decorations, just generally lay low - but it's unavoidable. First there are the multiple parties at work. Seriously, we only have something like 15 staff, so why do we need a

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The BF: So, is "lady time" almost over?Me: Alas, no. Still a couple more days of it.The BF: Gosh, lady time lasts sooo long!Don't I know it, dude. It may only be a little less than a week, but it does seem to last so long.

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K: I just read an article on the dangers of drinking....Scared the shit out of me.So that's it!After today, no more reading...

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K: So, I went to see my...personal doctor today. She asked me how many sexual partners I'd had, like over my lifetime.H: I don't even think I could make that list anymore. I'm too old to remember drunken encounters from my 20's.

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Yeah, no excuses, folks. I know it's been awhile. Just not feeling it.Not feeling like much lately. Last week I had these amazing bursts of creativity and energy and this week? Blah. Blerg. Blech. Maybe it's the weather. Maybe it's allergens in the air making me puffy and tired. But I'm having a hard time having much enthusiasm for anything this week.But that doesn't mean good things

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I apologize to my last few lingering readers, those of you who visit this site from time to time, seeing the same post title up from the last time you were here, or perhaps feeling the deep void of your empty RSS feed. I appreciate your sticking with me. It really means the world.So here's your reward, I'm acknowledging publicly, to the internets, that several months ago when I said I was

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I'm in Portland right now visiting my sister in her amazing new house. While my sister had to go into work for a few hours, Demanda, the roommate and I spent the morning drinking beer in the hot tub out back, the hot tub that's situated amid a backyard full of beautiful plants. It's like a resort, but free. And yes, the weather is nice enough for me to sit in a tub of hot water for over an

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Me: Oh! I forgot I had this bacon in my purse! Score.My Coworker E: What?!Me: It's my leftover bacon from brunch. I put it in my purse to save for later.E: I can honestly say I have never found bacon in my purse before.Me: It's a beautiful thing.

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It has come to my attention that I have not posted in awhile. I think 2 weeks was what I was told. And while there have been some new developments in my life, I'm not really feeling like a big share-in with the internet. I mean, I know I posted just last month about my out-of-control need to get some ass and without going into any details, let's just say the situation has been remedied. And

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Today I set off my Huntsville business trip. I didn't want to deal with a rental car, mostly because my budget is super tight and I'd have to pay for it out of pocket and then get reimbursed and I didn't want to deal with the paperwork. I just figured it would be easier to take my own car for this quick trip and collect mileage.I could not have been more wrong.I was cruising along, a little

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Yesterday K and I were discussing our issues with meeting men. I work in an office full of women and gay men and she works from home. Our current circle of friends is devoid of single, straight men and neither of us is particularly keen on hitting the bar scene to troll for cougar meat. So we started going through places where we might meet some eligible bachelors.K: We should start going to

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Okay, I'm fucking sick of those goddamn sorry losers who don't understand basic constitutional law. Or English for that matter. Obama overwhelmingly won the election. No doubt about it. For the first time since 2000, we had a presidential election that was completely without dispute. The majority of the American public definitively spoke. I dealt with the Constitutional and electoral

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It's been awhile. And yeah, the bloom is off the blogging rose. I'm signed up for an exciting writing workshop with Spike Gillespie in September, so I might see a resurgence in motivation. No promises.I recently moved to a new place and I love it. The house is nice, the rent is cheap and I get to come home to a good friend everyday. While my partially-unpacked room doesn't reflect this,

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I just reviewed a family violence arrest where a 75 year-old man assaulted his 80 year-old wife. In our database, I have to check off whether the victim was pregnant: yes, no or n/a. At first I checked n/a, but then paused and thought, "But wait, shouldn't that really be "no?" I mean, what about the fertile octogenarian? Can't rule it out!I'm warped for life.

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Oh, blogosphere, how I have neglected you. Unfortunately I don't forsee that improving much anytime soon. For one, I am really no longer inspired by this blog. I've never done much with it, besides regularly bitch about stuff. And now I don't even update regularly.I really thought things might ease up, but the past couple of months have been just as hellish. I still haven't gotten back on my

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This past weekend was my future sister-in-law's bachelorette debauchery in San Antonio. So Sunday I was spent. Brain cells = at best numbed, at worst far fewer. I had two greasy Mexican food brunches at Mi Tierra, first with Steve, Kirsten and kids and Aaron & Kelly and then again with the bachelorette contingent several hours later. I was all about getting in my car, driving home and

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"If girls realized the consequences of having sex, nobody would be having sex."Just shut the fuck up, Bristol Palin. There is so much wrong with this statement. First, it should be "unprotected sex" because that's what she had and that's why she got pregnant. Lots of teenagers have sex without any consequences because their parents aren't ignorant dumbasses who think preaching abstinence to

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I need answers, people. First, I have a physical problem. I've noticed that whenever I go on a long jog/walk (more walking than jogging, to be honest), my hands get all swollen. After awhile, it's super painful and I can't even make a fist. Today I went for a 4.5 mile walk along the lake after work and by the end of it, I had comically large hands. I tried walking with my hands above my head

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I just found this Autism Spectrum Quotient test and I scored a 24. The average score is 16.4 and 80% of those diagnosed with autism scored 32 or higher. So, crack diagnosis = socially awkward. I knew that.

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A couple weeks ago, I got to spend some quality time with my favorite person, Amanda, in her adopted hometown of San Francisco. I get regular fare updates from kayak, so when I saw a round trip Austin-SFO ticket for $140, I jumped on it. Of course, I had to time my trip with the NNAF staff's West Coast fundraising tour and Amanda and I threw a kickass brunch to raise money and awareness for the

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(I'm also going to ramble on for a very long post, to make up for my lack of posting of late.)People, I'm a mere three months out of a six year relationship. And I'm firmly convinced that long-term relationships are where sex goes to die. That and learning to feel sexy with a good 30 extra pounds that snuck up all of a sudden. Let's just say it's been awhile, even before the break up.There are

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This afternoon I got to spend a little time with my coworker's second grader. I picked him up from school and then we stopped off to get a pizza before going to their house to play video games. On the drive, I asked him how mother's day was at his house:"Well, I got a card for my moms and then my mom got my other mom a card and my other mom got my mom a card. We had lots of cards."

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In my last rant, I complained about size zero and how I'm pretty sure that's a recent invention to make even skinny girls feel bad about themselves (by telling them they're a zero). Well, now I have further proof. I've been watching DVDs of the 1999 show Popular and in it, the skinny mini formerly anorexic blonde cheerleader is a "perfect size two." That's as low as it goes. Never is size

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Good lord, y'all, I am FALLING APART. Yesterday I finally went to the doctor and in addition to my sinus issues, I have tendonitis in my left posterior rotator cuff. Then I woke up this morning and I can't move my head to the left. My head is still stuffy and painful and I'm going to get on a plane tomorrow. I'm expecting full misery and OF COURSE it's not a direct flight, so I'll have two

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For at least the past week, I've had a Black Eyed Peas song in my head, the one that's in heavy rotation on the radio right now, "Boom Boom Pow." It. Is. Awful. And it won't go away. Sunday night I kept waking up because it was playing in my head over and over again, loudly. It continued throughout the day and again today. I can sort of get it to calm down by constantly having my ipod going,

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In a move of absolute brilliance, the Department of Defense decided to take advantage of a lovely spring NYC day to shoot some photos...of an airliner flowing low past the Statue of Liberty, chased by a military fighter jet. Because that's not going to freak New Yorkers the fuck out or anything.Way to go!

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Ugh. I STILL have yet to put the nail in the ugly-ass coffin that is this appellate brief. I just hate it SO MUCH. I don't find legal writing all that difficult, besides my inherent inability to remember all the damn citation rules and my lack of desire to look them up constantly because OMG TEDIOUS. It's just so freaking boring. I seriously cannot imagine myself doing this on a more

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I would have loved to have seen the expression on this 911 operator's face as she was taking this call. I imagine it was a look of resigned defeat, as if she'd finally just given up on humanity.Although in this woman's defense not all cars have locks that can be easily pulled up manually. In my Mini Cooper, the locks automatically engage when I go over 5mph and when down, the lock is almost

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"You have to look in the mirror and see that what you're wearing looks good on the body you have now," she says. "Wearing a larger size is just . . . wearing a larger size." That's especially important for those of us who cling to old clothes that are too small in hopes that we'll someday fit in them again.--Stacy London of What Not to Wear, on body acceptance and styleWho knew Stacy London was

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So, I'm still in the midst of this damn brief, which will be turned in a day late (not a big deal, really). I would be further along, but I have the worst luck. I'm sick and in a great deal of pain right now, so I can't concentrate for very long periods of time. It's coming along though. It may end up sucking, but whatever.I'm also behind because yesterday I had lunch with my parents, my

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Ah, what a day. It started off with dropping my little cousins off at school and then on to a final divorce hearing. I finally closed the first case I was assigned when I started my job. Okay, not really "assigned," but dumped on me by a lawyer who is no longer employed at my agency who when I said, "Let me know if there's anything I can help you with," gave me all of her problem cases in my

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Oh my god, y'all, I just lathered up my hair twice with conditioner. When I reached for the bottle of shampoo, I swear my addled brain read "conditioner" and I put it down and grabbed the other container. For a brief second I thought the consistency of the "shampoo" was a little creamier than usual, but continued to try and lather it into my scalp. I was a little frustrated at the dearth of

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Okay, so why exactly did I convince my boss to let me do this pro bono appeal? And did I really think it would be fun to write the brief? What exactly did I think was the least bit not-painful about any sort of legal writing? What is wrong with me?I'm home sick today, although now I technically feel fine. So here I am in my yoga pants, on the couch, staring at a stack of books and papers,

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I got to meet one of my internet heroines today, Heather Armstrong of dooce. She was doing a booksigning for her memoir, It Sucked and Then I Cried, which is now on the NY Times bestseller list. I was exhausted from a long day at work, dealing with the after effects of too much wine, but it was worth it. I got there a little late and was given a wristband for the last group to get books signed,

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I hate you, April 2009. Go away.Is it just me or was last week just totally fucked? I polled some folks at the bar the other night and the responses ranged from it was an off week to it royally sucked giant blue balls. (That was me.) I thought, "Okay, one bad week. Whatever." Then Monday hit. First, my hearing out in BFEast, TX was a total disaster that lead to much running around on my

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None. It's all semantics. Sexy is just slutty in classier wrapping. And nothing wrong with either! I'm experimenting with Plinky, because I'm trying to be like the cool kids on the internets. It's a site that gives you a prompt question and you choose an answer and then type in an answer to a follow up question. Then you can upload to your blog, Facebook, Twitter, etc. I should have

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I'm taking a break from my schedule of no-time-for-anything to bring you this.I have no idea.

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I have a plane ticket to San Francisco for May 2. Right now the thought of that trip is the only thing keeping me sane.I've got tons of work I have to do for the approaching major fundraiser, tons of work-work, and meanwhile, my room is so dirty and out-of-control messy that it's not even funny. I'm desperately clinging to the delusion that I'm going to do the Danskin triathlon, although it's

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I got my old laptop back this afternoon. I purchased in June 2007 so I could take the Texas bar exam on a machine that might actually work somewhat reliably. It served its purpose and was taken when my home was burglarized that August. I had renter's insurance, so I easily replaced it with a slightly better computer, but I had just downloaded photos off my camera (also stolen, also replaced

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Remarks of Bill Richardson, Governor of New Mexico, upon signing legislation repealing the state's death penalty, March 18, 2009. I've bolded my favorite parts.Today marks the end of a long, personal journey for me and the issue of the death penalty. Throughout my adult life, I have been a firm believer in the death penalty as a just punishment – in very rare instances, and only for the most

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Has anyone been following the story of actress Natasha Richardson? She's married to Liam Neeson and is Vanessa Redgrave's daughter. Last weekend she went skiing, fell on a beginner's slope during a lesson, got up, laughed, walked home. Later feels sick, has a headache and now is rumored to be brain dead?. Very sad for the Neeson/Redgrave/Richardson family. Also, OMG that totally freaks me out

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When I was 20 years old, I had a roommate who created much turmoil in my life. She was 6 feet tall, incredibly gorgeous, tons of fun and totally psycho. She had a substance abuse problem and a five year-old daughter. Since Mom was usually too hungover to get up that early and I had an 8am class, I usually got the kid ready for school, packed her lunch and dropped her off. And I usually picked

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This week I got all up on my high horse 'n shit and wrote an email to a friend about a NY Times article. This lead to the friend encouraging me to submit it to someone other than her and after a little tweaking, I sent it along to someone who sent it to the editor of RH Reality Check, only one of the coolest sites out there for reproductive health issues. And now HERE IT IS! I took my ranting

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I'm introducing a new feature that perhaps will be ongoing now that I have a phone with a camera again. It's called Dick of the Day. Although, no, I don't anticipate actually posting a Daily Dick. God, I only hope my life doesn't suck so hard that I personally encounter someone worthy of a stealth photo + angry blog post about daily. Unfortunately, after this dick came along, I found out

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I wish I still had time to actually do something with this blog besides disappoint the five or so people who occasionally check it, only to find that I still haven't updated. Although, it's probably only fair since I'm also checking all your blogs and none of you are doing much for my online entertainment lately. You know who you are.It's madness in Heatherville, people. But there are a couple

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The last time I was single, I was in my 20's. It's all different now at 35. All my wingmen are gone. I'm too old for the clubs. I no longer have any sort of crew that I go out with regularly. I'm a little lost.Enter the internets. Yes, I fear I may be at that dreaded internet dating age, where that's my only option to really meet people. It makes me feel a whole lotta old and pathetic.I'm

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Oh, internet, I know I've neglected you. But here I am now, trying to make it up to you. I have plenty of excuses. In the past week I've traveled to Athens, TX, Houston and San Antonio. I'm co-chairing a major fundraiser for the Lilith Fund (donate here) in April and the National Network of Abortion Funds summit in June, so that's been keeping me, oh, a little occupied. At the beginning of

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Yeah yeah yeah I never blog anymore. Whatever. My life's been totally batshit insane lately and it's going to continue awhile longer, so hang in there. The urge to blog will return eventually.In the meantime, I'd like to recommend that if you have a Skype account, you call yourself and just say a word or two into the phone, while you're sitting at your computer. Pretty cool effect because as

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Yes, I know I am long overdue for some real blogging, but today is not that day. So here it is, the combination of my crappy reality TV obsession and my Barack obsession.Thoughts? I felt a little...wrong watching this.

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A week ago I went on a little rant about how some people on Facebook are blatantly abusing the exclamation point. There are a few violators, but it's mostly one, someone who I accepted their friend request because they're approximately my age and went to my high school, although I have no recollection of who they are at all. I confess that I have quite a few of those "friends" on FB: people I

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Today's the 36th Anniversary of Roe and once again I'm blogging for choice. Actually screw "choice," I'm blogging for reproductive justice today, people. I'm "celebrating" the occasion by suffering from menstrual cramps and working on a mailing for the Lilith fundraiser. So, totally appropriate.This year's question is: What is your top pro-choice hope for President Obama and/or the new Congress?

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Okay, so I totally missed Lowery's speech because I bolted as the poet was starting up. I'll have to check out a video of it later because I heard he was awesome.Last night I skipped the various parties going on here and went roller skating. The last time I went to the roller rink, I was turning 30 years old and wanted to do something really fun to mark the occasion. That was 5 years ago and

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I totally forgot to mention Poppa Bush's hat. That thing was wild. Or I guess it once was before he killed it in the woods and stuck it on his head.I just read Jezebel's description of Rick Warren and had to copy and paste:Oh, and here was the worst part of the inaugural party, doughy hate-walrus Rick Warren babbling about God and "hay-seuss," the Mexican Jesus.Finally, I love that I was able

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Greetings, internets! I'm currently blogging from my couch at 1:15pm on a Tuesday and it's GLORIOUS! I went into work extra early in anticipation of taking an early extended lunch at Scholz Bier Garten to watch the inaugeration with a couple hundred strangers. Then, as I was hurriedly working through the small stack of family violence arrests, I got an email that the office was closing early in

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Dear lord it's been a long week! On Wednesday I thought it was Thursday and Thursday felt like Friday and now I'm so ready to bolt I can hardly stand it. It doesn't help that I was up late last night suffering from raw oyster-induced gas. Really, really smelly gas. Oh, and NO WORD YET FROM MY DOCTOR. Hello, ten days and counting. But whatever. I'm guessing it was probably bacterial and now

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"What is appealing is the idea of attaining the unattainable and learning from it. Once you obtain a fantasy it becomes a reality, and that reality is not as exciting as your fantasy. Through the fantasies you learn to appreciate your own realities.''

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I know I'm overdue on that vacation recap post, but whatever. The gist is that I went to a ballerina party on New Year's Eve, wore jeans (because that's all I had) while everyone else was in ball gowns, hit the open bar pretty hard and forgot to not drink tap water when I brushed my teeth before bed that night. The next morning I woke up with the serious shits and no small amount of nausea,

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Okay, so my happy new year message is a few days late. But let's just say that Mexico doesn't quite have the internet access I'm accustomed to, so there was no blogging and very little email checking and facebook status updating going on. The trip was great and I'll fully update the internets about it, with pictures, when I'm not exhausted from having gotten up at 4am. I'm pretty sure I have

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First, I'd like to thank photog for his wonderful comment, including a Kierkegaard quote! He's right about my running away to exotic locales every chance I get, but I prefer to attribute that more to my incurable travel bug than the more-likely avoidance explanation. But your comment resonated with me, photog. I just decided that this voyage to the monarchs is something I really need to do and

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There are some things I need to vent to the internets because otherwise I'll probably end up losing my shit here at the office and that's no good. I'm cranky. There's a physiological reason why I'm irritable today and let's just leave it at "lady parts" and "baking bread." I'm sure that's now left my male readers shuddering and the female readers shaking their heads and saying, "Yeah, totally

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Ah, the holidays. Last night was one of several office holiday events, the board/staff party. It got a little debauched, mostly after the board cleared out and it was just staff left. After slurping down several glasses of wine, a raspberry sidecar and a glass of champagne, we headed over to Luke's birthday party, where I also had beer. I'm fairly sure I got to bed sometime in the midnight

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Well, this isn't so much a part two as a lesson learned. I took young B to see Dinoland and on the way I told him I'd brought my camera for him to use because I'd heard he liked photography. He seemed quite excited by that, but I left one crucial element out of the equation: the effect of life-sized dinosaur replicas on a seven-year-old boy. This was one of the few pictures he actually took:

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The holidays. It's such a hectic time of year. First there was Thanksgiving and the office potluck and travel that goes with it. Then this week our office had the first of several holiday events - an open house cookie party wherein none of the guests eat the cookies and we all graze on them for days, getting bigger by the second (at least I do). Next week we've got the staff/board get

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Today I'm heading to see the Dinoland exhibit with my coworker's 7 year-old son. She tells me he's interested in photography, so I'm going to bring my equipment and let him go to town. I'm pretty excited to get to hang out with him today - he's a really neat kid and I enjoy getting to spend time with kids that I don't later have to take home and raise. And since I'm not an aunt, I just have to

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Today I'm heading down to Victoria with Andrew (yes, I referenced a break-up in a post about a month ago...it didn't take) and our 90 year-old retired history professor friend to have Thanksgiving with my parents, grandparents, uncle and cousins (including 5 little ones). I both love and hate Thanksgiving. I generally dislike all holidays, yet Thanksgiving is all about food, which is awesome.

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I haven't blogged in what feels like a long time. Call it lack of motivation, exhaustion, lack in inspiration, general laziness, being really busy, whatever. But things have been building up in my head and here they come, spewing out. So here's a sampler of my recent thoughts/feelings/obsessions:The ObamasOh my god I cannot get enough of them, mostly those adorable girls. I'm trying to rein

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The following video from Keith Olbermann's show is making the rounds, as well it should. Everyone should hear his words - very eloquent and powerful. I literally cried watching this.via freakgirl and Amanda's Facebook posting.

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When I flew to Chicago last month, I was in the mood for the most ridiculously trashy reading available to me. I contemplated the offerings of US Weekly, People and the other tabs, but most of them were focused on how Angelina Jolie got so skinny after giving birth to twins (duh - like C-section isn't celebrity code for "mommy tuck") and I just couldn't stomach that. No, I wanted something far,

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On election night, when I was torn between jumping up and down happy and fuming over homophobia, a lesbian couple at the election party with me told me not to get so upset, that they really believed Obama's election was still a small step in the right direction, despite the passing of Prop H8te. Today I saw this on feministing regarding the Obama nondiscrimination policy:"The Obama-Biden

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To watch this video and not tear up when the kid starts to break down talking about Obama. (Sorry, I tried to embed the video but stupid CNN tells me it's a "malformed error" and I've become youtube-stupid and can't find the embed code.) If you aren't touched by that YOU ARE DEAD INSIDE.I promise these election/Obama posts will cease. Just indulge me for awhile.

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Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!What a great night. I was antsy all day and by 6pm, I could barely sit still. I was supposed to pick up Kelley at 7 and I was right on time because I was totally going NUTS sitting in my living room watching the news. So, Kelley and I made our way to the first election party in East Austin. They had enormous TV screens everywhere, an open bar and

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So, I don't have to tell you, blogosphere, that I'm in a pretty good mood today! For the first time in twelve years, I went to bed knowing who the next president would be and for the first time in twelve years, I was happy with the outcome. I was blown away by the response here and abroad, all the celebrating and outpouring of emotion. I don't recall ever seeing that following a presidential

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I really should have taken a vacation day because my productivity is quite low today. I don't have to tell you all how excited I am at the prospect of what is likely to happen tonight. The champagne is chilling.However, there's a dark cloud over this election, in the form of all the anti-gay propositions on various state ballots. In Florida there's an anti-gay amendment on the ballot, one of

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It's cell phone upgrade time and I'm ready to splurge on something decent this time around. I'm hankering for one of them fancy "smart" phones, like a Blackberry or the G1 or even an iphone. Here's the thing: I'm not a big fan of the iphone. They're okay and all, but whenever I've played around on one, I just haven't been wowed. And I'd have to change cell providers, which is another downside

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ZOMFG, y'all! I am so freakin' excited about Tuesday! It's like I'm 10 years old and I'm about to get that Barbie dream house for Christmas. I can hardly wait. I've written Santa and I'm sure he's going to deliver this year because I want it so bad. I've waited eight long, depressing, frustrating years for this Barbie dream house and goddamn it, if I don't get it, I'm going to kick and

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Today there was a touching story in the Austin American Statesman and a 109 year-old woman and daughter of a slave who voted in Cedar Creek, Bastrop County, Texas (my stomping grounds in 2003-04). Mrs. Jones has been voting since FDR and paid a poll tax to do so. Her father impressed upon her the importance of voting and she has instilled voter pride in her many children and grandchildren.It

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You know how sometimes when you're in a particularly painful place in your life, the universe likes to reach out and slap the fuck out of you, adding insult to injury? Sometimes it's really subtle, almost comically absurd. Today I experienced something close to a slap - more like a little tap - but in my emotional state, if stung more than it probably should have.I was sitting in my car on

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This craigslist posting caught my eye:looking for a girl with low expectations - 34 (austin)Hi I'm a loser. I need another loser so we can lose together. I like to do stuff. Any kind of stuff.I prefer girls 22 and older because 21 year old girls have mental problems.Sometimes when I'm alone I pretend I'm jabba the hutt and in search of my princess Leigha or maybe that little monkey bird fucker to

red.hot.mamma!http://www.blogger.com/profile/16009079438690150776noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5127844.post-14752875483243497122008-10-22T12:19:00.002-05:002008-10-22T12:25:55.566-05:00

Still on crutches. It's actually a pretty intense workout, one that leaves my underarms bruised. The ankle is still swollen and bruised & I'm pretty much ready to be back to normal now, thanks. It's exhausting and I have SO MUCH WORK to do, yet just want to sleep. The anxiety is killing me.I really wish the bathroom at work had a fan. I really hate it when I have to sit in a pungent stall

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It's been awhile since I've taken anything stronger than an Advil, but this evening - after dealing with ankle pain and the total BITCH of walking around on crutches - I finally took a Vicodin, washed down with 2 glasses of wine. And now I am flooooatinnnngggg....I don't particularly care for Vicodin because I usually end up with a bad headache after it wears off, but damn it feel pretty good

red.hot.mamma!http://www.blogger.com/profile/16009079438690150776noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5127844.post-71193092800388872582008-10-19T19:36:00.003-05:002008-10-19T19:59:12.242-05:00

A commenter on my Going Deaf post seemed very concerned that my internet self-diagnosis would be the end of the road. Don't worry - it's not, but right now I feel like I just needed to know that it was auditory and not anxiety. This is really a minor thing and way down on the list of things I need to worry about.Right now the top of the list is ACQUIRE PAINKILLERS. And a little further down is

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For some time now I've been experiencing something that I was attributing to The Crazy. Whenever I'm in a situation where someone is a couple feet away from me (or even right in front of me) and they're talking to me, I can barely understand what they're saying if there is background noise. At first, I blamed it on low talkers and was just frustrated. Then I realized that no, it's me. There's

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Let's face it: I'm not a fan of marriage. I think it's bullshit. If you're reading this & you're happily married, that's great for you. Congrats on making it work! But in our society, we're fed from the womb this myth that marriage is some great, wonderful thing that we must all aspire to achieve, as if it will solve all our problems (and if we chose not to participate in, we clearly are

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A couple of weeks ago I was staying with friends out of town & I had brought my laptop. They have wireless, but I was having trouble getting on, so I asked for some help. As he set up my connection, he asked me, "Have you thought about getting a Mac?" I replied that I have considered it because of how much Photoshop was slowing down my PC & how I wanted to expand to Adobe Lightroom and maybe

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...that I was staying in Hyde Park, where Obama lives...probably even walking distance from OBAMA'S HOUSE! And he was in town! From what I heard, it was heavily barricaded, though supposedly you could still see the house. Did I want to drive or walk by Obama's house just because there was the slight chance that maybe I'd get to see him, Michelle or the girls? Yes, even though I knew it was

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