Tuesday, July 12, 2011

You can get involved with Anonymous HERE. There is a planned event to put up stickers, posters, etc. on the night of July 30th in your local city.

Monday, April 4, 2011

Stone Mountain

I went with my family to the Stone Mountain laser show last night, for the first time. They had a segment where they played music by musicians from Georgia. So, there was Sugarland, Allman Brothers, Outkast and a few others. It was pretty cool. They also had The Devil Went Down to Georgia and a music video they made with the lasers. The boys had a good time, and we had a great spot right in the center.

Other than the war machine propaganda, it was a great show. The propaganda segment, they showed children growing up to be members of our armed forces and flag worship. But, it was fairly short.

I would definitely recommend seeing the show. It is quite spectacular and free if you have your yearly parking pass.

Tuesday, March 1, 2011

Peace Train - Cat Stevens

Now I've been happy lately
Thinking about the good things to come
And I believe it could be
Something good has begun
I've been smiling lately
Dreaming about the world as one
And I believe it could be
Something good's bound to come

For out on the edge of darkness
There runs the peace train
Peace train take this country
Come take me home again

Peace train sounding louder
Ride on the peace train
Come on the peace train
Peace train's a holy roller
Everyone jump upon the peace train
This is the peace train

Get your bags together
Come bring your good friends too
Because it's getting nearer
Soon it will be with you
Come and join the living
It's not so far from you
And it's getting nearer
Soon it will all be true

Peace train sounding louder
Ride on the peace train
Come on the peace train

I've been crying lately
Thinking about the world as it is
Why must we go on hating?
Why can't we live in bliss?

For out on the edge of darkness
There rides the peace train
Peace train take this country
Come take me home again

Peace train sounding louder
Ride on the peace train
Come on the peace train

Come on, come on, come on the peace train...

Love this song....I believe it

Tuesday, February 15, 2011

Do Something

All organizations in the US who want change need to unite and perhaps plan their protests, pickets, marches, sit-ins, etc. to fall on the same day. The Tea Partiers, 9/11 Truthers, Libertarians, Whole Foodies, Conspiracy Theorists, people against job outsourcing and big pharma and the mistreatment of animals & crops and monopolies and baby formula advertising the Federal Reserve and the Iraq War and the Illuminati--everyone who wants change needs to demand it en mass. Why can't we unite and do something like the people of the Middle East? We know this shit's messed up, so why don't we do something about it?

Wednesday, February 9, 2011

100 Marriage Tips

Can't remember where I got this from, but I thought it was really useful:

First and foremost, marry the person who is right in both your heart and your brain.

Look at things from their perspective.

Do something romantic on a random Tuesday.

Give compliments often.

Volunteer to do a chore that they usually do.

Say ‘I love you’ often and when they least expect it.

Send a cheeky text message at an unexpected time.

Rub things – feet, neck, back, etc. (you with your filthy thoughts!)

Hug and kiss hello and goodbye, good morning and good night.

When you’re angry, put a 5-second delay between your brain and your mouth.

Say ‘please’ and ‘thank you’.

Do things they like to do sometimes – even if it’s not your favorite.

Make the effort to remember special occasions.

Ask how their day was and really listen to the answer.

Make all big decisions together.

Don’t allow anyone to come between you.

Play fair.

Initiate sex – especially if you usually don’t.

Beware of falling into a rut. Shake things up a little.

Always keep dating (no matter how long you’ve been married).

Apologize to each other after a disagreement.

Accept their apology and let it go. Don’t keep a running list of misdeeds.

Treat them as your partner, not your boss or your child.

Touch feet under the covers.

Put your relationship above all else.

Laugh often.

Keep their secrets.

Show pride in their accomplishments.

Show compassion for their weaknesses.

Play their favorite music.

Keep your expectations of yourself and your partner high, but reasonable.

Celebrate milestones (even obscure ones).

Watch each others’ back.

Compliment them to others.

Be supportive of their career.

Don’t even think about divorce unless it’s really over.

Swallow your complaints about their family.

Discuss problems outside the heat of the argument.

When times get tough, cling to each other.


Be worthy of trust.

Admit when you’re wrong.

Be self-sufficient, unless there’s a legitimate reason otherwise.

Get on the same page about money.

Don’t let the kids play you against each other.

Do at least your share of the work.

Be considerate – small niceties matter.

Take a couple’s retreat when you start to feel disconnected.

Be patient.

Be respectful.

Be honest.

Communicate more.

Weather the storm together.

Cook their favorite foods.

Snuggle up.

Give them a little tush pinch in the kitchen.

No name calling – ever.

When you feel wronged, say so.

Try something new together.

Encourage them to follow their dreams.

Sacrifice without begrudging.

Let them take care of you. Everyone needs to be needed.

Volunteer for a cause you both believe in.

Don’t take yourself so seriously.

Give them their space when they need it.

Remember what really matters and let go of the minutiae.

Tell them what makes you happy.

Focus on romance as much now as you did in the beginning.

Take excellent care of yourself.

Be supportive of their hobbies, even if you think they’re silly.

Get out into nature together.

Be their home base.

Anticipate what they want and do it before they ask.

Always give them the benefit of the doubt.

Get help if you need it.

Get all dolled up for them.

Have fun with other couples.

Allow them their friendships away from you.

Keep criticism fair, civil and constructive.

Make your home a haven for both of you.

Travel to new places together.

Never criticize in public.

Avoid ‘always’ and ‘never’ in an argument.

Plan surprises.

Turn off phones, e-mail, texts, etc. when you’re out together.

Be the spouse at their work functions.

Become regulars at your favorite restaurant.

Relationships take work – do the work.

If things are getting done, don’t worry about having them done your way.

Honestly believe that your relationship is going to last.

Respect their privacy.

Anything involving personal hygiene should be done in private. (Not attractive.)

Take care of them when they’re sick.

Take their side.

Cheer them up.

Cheer them on.

Remember the good times fondly and let the tough times fade.

Acknowledge out loud that your life is good thanks to them.

Golden rule – if you’re both looking out for each others’ best interests, everyone wins.

Enjoy each other!

Monday, February 7, 2011

Life is never fair

My mom is really sick. She was just diagnosed with stage 6 cirrhosis. which is the final stage. She contracted Hep C sometime in the early 80's when she gave blood. Since she never went to the doctor or gave blood until last year, she never knew she had it. She donated plasma last year and found out she had it then.

She had planned on getting treatment for Hep C, and went to the doctor to see about her health. She had gallstones which were causing acute pancreatitus. During gallstone surgery, the surgeon took a piece of her liver to determine how badly the Hep C affected it. It's so bad, that it is considered stage 6 cirrhosis.

I was reading on a medical forum about a man that was diagnosed with stage 4 cirrhosis and was put on the transplant list. This makes me really worried for my mom. Sometimes a liver can heal itself, but not when Hep C is trashing it. A person with cirrhosis can't receive treatment for Hep C because the treatment is poison. So, what does this mean for mom? Transplant waiting list? I don't know.

Mom is going to see her GP this week to see where she goes from here. If it will take too long to see a Hepatologist, then mom is just going to leave The Bay and come to Stone Mountain and continue her medical care here.

I feel worried and angry. Angry because life isn't fair. All of mom's brothers and sisters are either alcoholic or drug addicted, yet my mom is the one with the fucked up liver. And, because she donated blood before Hep C was really discovered. I feel guilty because we left her on the west coast, and she's homeless. She's needed more help than my mother in law, which is the reason we came to Stone Mountain in the first place. My mom needs me 3,000 miles away, and I can't be there for her.

Wednesday, August 18, 2010

Tales of the Breastpump

So, I was reading these horrifying stories of pumping at work at the Working Moms Break blog, and I thought I would post one of my own.

I worked the 3rd shift as a security guard in an office building 5 years ago when my son was born. I was completely alone in the building, and I wasn't allowed to leave the concierge desk for more than 5 minutes at a time. I chose to pump in the fire control room directly behind the console so I could hear the doorbell when the newspapers and garbage truck came. I never bothered to tell my single boss since he was also OCD and had a serious phobia of germs. So, after the janitors would leave for the night, I'd go in there and hook myself up to the machine. Sometimes, I would leave the door cracked so I could lean over and peek out to monitor the CCTV.

One night, the garbage truck came early, so I jumped up, yanked the cones off my breasts and squirted (full-stream) all the fire control equipment, elevator controls and the stereo system. I was like an industrial lawn sprinkler, but in slow motion in awe of the mess I was making. I look back and wonder what would my OCD/germaphobe boss have done if he had found out about that incident. He might have vomited and went into convulsions. LOL

Another time, a field inspector for the security service company showed up. Their job is to make sure we are not sleeping and that we are in full uniform, and also to make sure we are doing OK. Well, he snuck up on me sorta. He used his card to get in the building and his key to open the fire control room to make sure I wasn't sleeping. I definitely wasn't sleeping. The look on his face............

New tenants were moving into the building which meant loud construction that couldn't be done during business hours. They came on my shift, which cut into my pumping time. There was a new guy delivering papers who delivered them at a different time every night. Needless to say pumping was getting harder than it already was with my crappy supply. I took fenugreek, Reglan, mother's milk tea, but none of that helps when you can't really pump, and you need to sleep during the daytime when the baby eats most. After fighting my supply for 4 months, I stopped nursing Timmy at 7 months old.

I have no resentment for the company I worked for then. I didn't even tell them what I was planning to do. Since the client required that the guard not be away from the desk for more than 5 or 10 minutes, I could not expect UN-reasonable accommodation from them like being able to break that rule, or have the field inspector come relieve me at the same time every night. People who are blind or deaf are not allowed to be security guards at all because reasonable accommodation is not possible, and I don't see this as any different than my situation.

Fortunately, I was a housewife when my second son was born. I nursed him until he was nearly TWO! :)

Tuesday, May 5, 2009


Timmy ate a boneless pork chop last night with Creole seasoning.

So, I guess we'll be using that creole seasoning on a lot of things now. Thanks Zippy for suggesting the spice idea. He really likes it, so I'll be cooking with it a lot. He did not eat his red potato salad with dill, but he did try one bite. He actually looked excited to try it, "Mmmm yeah! Potato salad!" is what he said before taking a bite. But, turns out he didn't like it. Well, at least I know he genuinely doesn't like it, and he wasn't just being stubborn.

He tried two peas and picked the corn out to eat and left the peas. Oh well. I'm just happy he ate some lean meat.

Wednesday, April 29, 2009

Too chubby?

I've been concerned about Timmy's weight for quite some time and the things I feed him and his refusal to eat healthy things I make for dinner. He loves breakfast and lunch, but when it comes to dinner it's only buttered noodles, mac n cheese, burritos, fries n dogs and quesadillas.

I think it's taking it's toll on his body now. My mom got him some jeans and khakis for Christmas, and they no longer fit him around his waist. We got him some size 6/7 adjustable waist shorts from Walmart, they are way too long and way too tight around his waist. The elastic waist shorts we got him make him look like a cholo because they are too long, but they fit him OK around the waist. At bedtime he wears pull-up diapers because even size 6 diapers are too small for him now.

I'm afraid if I don't do something now he will be one of those boys who won't take his shirt off in the pool because the other kids will make fun of his boobs. Or, worse, the doctor will diagnose him with high cholesterol or something. Robert says if we put him in football as a linebacker they won't tease him, but what if he doesn't like football?

Robert and I were both "the fat kid" and it's not fun. Kids can be so cruel...the pointing and the whispers were the least of it. Getting detention after P.E. class everyday for coming out late because I didn't want to change in front of the other girls was not fun either. I was referenced as "fat Christina, not shorthaired Christina" so as not to get mixed up with the other Christina in my school. I do not want my children to have to go through that.

Beginning tonight Timmy will eat what he's served at dinnertime, and if he doesn't eat it, then he doesn't get anything else until the next meal (which is breakfast). I served rice with chicken broccoli curry cream of mushroom sauce tonight, and he managed to get three bites down. I let the hunger pangs set in (if he had any), and then gave him some milk before bed.

A lot of parents do this, but I didn't really want to. I didn't mind the extensive planning ahead to make sure he was going to have leftovers that he liked when I was making something he didn't like for the rest of us. I didn't mind using an extra knife or pot to make something he would actually eat when I made something I knew he didn't like. It'd be different if he liked carrots or brown rice or zucchini or something healthy. I'd continue to make sure he had those few healthy things he liked until he grew out of this stage. But, when he will only eat pasta, tortillas and dairy, it's not good. I've tried disguising healthy foods sometimes (hiding veggies in his burritos), and that works, but I can't do that every single night. Unlike me, he gets tired of rice, beans & tortillas.

So, that's that. We'll see how things go and if he starts dropping weight because he's eating less or because he'll start to enjoy the healthy dinners I make.