I'm gonna hurl...

Here's a thought...against abortion? Don't have one.
Now leave the rest of us alone!
Can't possibly do that - you have to make sure that even if it's risking her life, a woman carries her potentially unhealthy and/or unwanted child to term. If the kid becomes a real blight on society later on down the line, well then we can kill it. But definitely not until it's out of the womb!
In fact, let's get them using their citizenship sooner. Let's drop the voting, drinking, marriage, etc. age. Here's my new motto - a gun for every fetus. No more of this sissy sitting around for 18 years, let's see some drunk babies on the front lines!
Next week: Did you say something about social programs for kids? Big Corporate Daddy needs his cash injection - so it must be time to cut some funding.

Par-tay

Mum came over to spend Easter and my birthday with us. What a wonderful time we had! Here we are & I am wearing the pretty blouse she gave me (with an ugly sweatshirt over it as it is still a bit cooooool)...

What's it like?

What's it like to walk in someone else's shoes? What's it like to not have had the best food, the best clothes, the best education, the most opportunities? There is so much that I have squandered and wasted over my life. There is so much that I have judged in others and taken for granted in my own life.
Curt gave me this book called 'The Shadow of the Sun' by Ryszard Kapuscinski. He was a Polish reporter who traveled for decades around various parts of Africa. It really made me think about how different life can be from what I understand.
Of course, there is so much about the very town I live in that seems foreign. There are a huge faction of people that I hardly, if ever come into contact with. When I do it is of the most minimal sort.
One group in our country that causes so much controversy are immigrants. My mother is from England and she came here in the 60's. She made America her home and felt like it was so welcoming and interesting. But, she was lucky because she could afford to live a good life with fun times here.
For so many, America must be this great dream from far away. Once they get here, without much money, it must be quite a disappointment.
In this vein, a dear friend sent me a link to this poem called 'Pedro Pietri: Puerto Rican Obituary' Take a moment and read it.

Crafty

Mum is here visiting. To keep busy, she has been knitting away. She inspired me with all her perfect little baby booties and cardigans. So, I made Ernie a lumpy scarf - just to see if I still could even remember how. Yay, I still can barely knit!

Toasty

Mmmmnnnnn, hot cocoa and peanut butter on toast. Now that's what I call a good, comforting snack on a cold sunny day. After pulling in 80+ degree days we are now back to highs in the 40's with temps dipping into the 20's tonight. Eeeeeeks! Glad I put off getting our annuals in.