Obvs I'll just be crossposting in the meantime, but HOLY HELL is it easy to transfer. Phew
I just spent over an hour typing up a current entry.
And then when I was dragging in a pic to upload, it put the pic's link in the address bar instead of in the upload window.
And when I clicked back it asked if I wanted to restore the draft.
And it restored the previous post and not the one I was just finishing up.
I cannot handle this kind of fuckery today.
From an anti-choice blog called Speak for the Weak:
When I say I’m pro-life…
It doesn’t mean I’m religious.
Because I’m not.
It doesn’t mean I hate LGBT community.
Because I am a supporter.
It doesn’t mean I force women to give birth.
Because I never will.
Take what you want from my blog, but never assume I’m just your stereotypical pro-lifer. It is VERY possible to ask questions, state your opinions in a civil manner on this blog. I am respectful and I enjoy answering all questions received!
Thanks for following! :)
Desliz had this response:
Let me tell you some things.
I used to investigate child abuse and neglect. I can tell you how to stop the vast majority of abortion in the world.
First, make knowledge and access to contraception widely available. Start teaching kids before they hit puberty. Teach them about domestic violence and coercion, and teach them not to coerce and rape. Create a strong, loving community where women and girls feel safe and supported in times of need. Because guess what? They aren’t. You know what happens to babies born under such circumstances? They get hurt, unnecessarily. They get sick, unnecessarily. They get removed from parents who love them but who are unprepared for the burden of a child. Resources? Honey, we try. There aren’t enough resources anywhere. There are waiting lists, and promises, and maybes. If the government itself can’t hook people up, what makes you think an impoverished single mom can handle it?
Abolish poverty. Do you have any idea how much childcare costs? Daycare can cost as much or more than monthly rent. They may be inadequately staffed. Getting a private nanny is a nice idea, but they don’t come cheap either. Relatives? Do they own a car? Does the bus run at the right times? Do they have jobs of their own they need to work just to keep the lights on? Are they going to stick around until you get off you convenience store shift at 4 AM? Do they have criminal histories that will make them unsuitable as caregivers when CPS pokes around? You gonna pay for that? Who’s going to pay for that?
End rape. I know your type errs on the side of blaming the woman, but I’ve seen little girls who’ve barely gotten their periods pregnant because somebody thought raping preteens was an awesome idea. You want to put a child through that? Or someone with a mental or physical inability for whom pregnancy would be frightening, painful or even life-threatening? I’ve seen nonverbal kids who had their feet sliced up by caregivers for no fucking reason at all, you think sexual abuse doesn’t happen either?
You say there’s lots of couples who want to adopt. Kiddo, what they want to adopt are healthy white babies, preferably untainted by the wombs and genetics of women with alcohol or drug dependencies. I’ve seen the kids they don’t want, who almost no one wants. You people focus only on the happy pink babies, the gigglers, the ones who grow and grow with no trouble. Those are not the kids who linger in foster care. Those are certainly not the older kids and teenagers who age out of foster care and then are thrown out in the streets, usually with an array of medical and mental health issues. Are they too old to count?
And yeah, I’ve seen the babies, little hand-sized things barely clinging to life. There’s no glory, no wonder there. There is no wonder in a pregnant woman with five dollars to her name, so deep in depression you wonder if she’ll be alive in a week. Therapy costs money. Medicine costs money. Food, clothes, electricity cost money. Government assistance is a pittance; poverty drives women and girls into situations where they are forced to rely on people who abuse them to survive. (I’ve been up in more hospitals than I can count.)
In each and every dark pit of desperation, I have never seen a pro-lifer. I ain’t never seen them babysitting, scrubbing floors, bringing over goods, handing mom $50 bucks a month or driving her to the pediatrician. I ain’t never seen them sitting up for hours with an autistic child who screams and rages so his mother can get some sleep while she rests up from working 14-hour days. I don’t see them fixing leaks in rundown houses or playing with a kid while the police prepare to interview her about her sexual abuse. They’re not paying for the funerals of babies and children who died after birth, when they truly do become independent organisms. And the crazy thing is they think they’ve already done their job, because the child was born!
Aphids give birth, girl. It’s no miracle. You want to speak for the weak? Get off your high horse and get your hands dirty helping the poor, the isolated, the ill and mentally ill women and mothers and their children who already breathe the dirty air. You are doing nothing, absolutely nothing, for children. You don’t have a flea’s comprehension of injustice. You are not doing shit for life until you get in there and fight that darkness. Until you understand that abortion is salvation in a world like ours. Does that sound too hard? Do you really think suffering post-birth is more permissible, less worthy of outrage?
“Pro-life” is simply a philosophy in which the only life worth saving is the one that can be saved by punishing a woman.
It was like speaking for my whole career. That's the population I work with - the poor, the impoverished, the mentally ill, the medically ill, the ignored, forgotten, the horribly-treated.
This weekend was pretty busy. On Saturday I went with Bethany and Cayden to our dad's house to hang out. His birthday party's next week and Bethany REALLY doesn't want to have two parties, but she doesn't know how to say that to Pam without offending her. She's adorable because she's getting her first apartment with Chris, Sarah, and Tony, and she's super nervous.
She's also continuing to have a lot of issues with our parents. She very vehemently wants them to be more involved with their grandson, but they're soooo not having any of it. They ask her to bring Cayden over but then don't really actively participate in entertaining him or otherwise taking care of him, and it really frustrates her. Bethany wants them to take Cayden overnight as he's one years old on Friday, but Cayden is so needy and apparently Mom's going through this selfish, attention-craving phase and can't manage it. Cayden is kinda scary because he needs to be held all the time basically or he cries. Bethany went for a cigarette when we were at Dad's and Cayden cried the entire time. He's afraid of pretty much everyone but his parents.
But I know he'd get over it eventually. I tried to make it clear to her that once Steve and I move into the apartment, I truly want to help her out by taking Cayden every so often. I think my parents have taken him overnight MAYBE twice. Once for sure. In the entire last YEAR. Otherwise I KNOW that I can count on my one hand the number of times they've watched him without her. I feel really bad, but I am also really proud of her and Tony for having the patience and strength to take care of such a needy kid, so much. They're very different than all the other young parents I know. James got Brittany pregnant again (this will be child #3) and they've left Aiyana and Lilly with Pam and Dad for many days at a time, fairly often, and James is almost 30 (Brittany's 21). I also want to just SEE him and not have him cry when I hold him, and I want my sister to be able to still be something of a kid.
Anyway, otherwise, I spent time with Steve playing games. I played a good chunk of FFVI and leveled a couple times in WoW to 66 :)
Fage (fa-yeh) yogurt really is as good as they say. It tastes lightly like cream cheese, vs the strong sour cream taste of most plain yogurts. And it's thick, almost fluffy, vs regular yogurt's terrifying desire to separate into liquidy goo. Now my question is: do I eat low fat, no fat, or full fat? I know leaving natural ingredients is good for you (and if you must drink milk it should be n low amounts and full-fat, thankfully I don't like milk), but the full-fat version of this gives you 80-percent of your daily saturated fat intake D: The ingredients for my single-cup-to-test-it-out-cause-it's-
I feel like there's so much I need to do on TEH INTARWEBS lately. So much replying and reading and finding cute things and emails and Facebook and Tumblr and blogs and ahhhhh! I feel like if I didn't have this time at work to take care of it all, I'd never be able to keep up! And I have my knitting to do and things to watch!
Speaking of watch, Steve and I started a new series on Netflix called Noein. It reminds me a LOT of Shakugan no Shana. It's only one season as far as I can tell, so it's a nice short anime we watch when we get a chance. We were both skeptical at first because the art is kinda... bleh... sometimes, and they were weird about 3D and apparently only had a budget to make computerized houses. Haha. But when the Shakugan no Shana feel kicked in, I started to really like it. One of the main characters is the same voice actor for Simone from Gurren Lagann, and they're practically the same character in emotions and traits. SO MUCH ANGST AND SELF-DOUBT XD
I'm almost done with one side of Joe Waid's scarf. The symbol is a bit more than halfway done and I intend on finishing it tonight, and hope to have the whole scarf done and posted by the end of the week! Next is thinking of what fun thing to do on his birthday besides give him gifts!
Steve and I did recruit-a-friend not this past friday, but the one before that, and we already hit level 60 on Sunday XD It levels you SO fast! But because of that, we didn't spend enough time in each area and therefore have shitty gear. As a current druid it's okay because healing is ridiculously easy compared to 2 years ago as a healy druid, but I hear that they're being nerfed. Woo! A challenge! :D Steve turned COMPLETELY into exactly what he said he'd never ever do: be a WoW kid. He loves it. But he loves it like I love it: because of the play time with each other, and our friends. Not because raids run yo life and are SRS BZNS. He's so funny sometimes in instances because he doesn't understand why people are in such a hurry. He's also wary because of my horrible memorie of WoW + Dan, and Dan obsessing and playing it every free moment and ignoring me and life in general. Which is true, I am very tightly wound about the subject sometimes, but I've been working on not letting the past affect my present in that regard. Just because there are a lot of douchebags out there who love WoW more than you doesn't mean it's going to happen to everyone.
Oh, and I guess Dan texted me the other week, asking how the kitties were. I went into a rage for a moment and almost texted him back some violent poison, but then I realized that text-bitching at him to never talk to me is either passive-aggressive, pointless, or both. So I just ignored it. But I stewed about it off and on for a few days. What nerve, being such a dickhead and then thinking you can wait a couple months and text me like nothing happened. FUCK YOU.
I'm not even mad, I'm just in shock.
I'll try again when I've picked myself up off the floor in a few days.
P.S. I need like a giant piece of paper reminding me to write my entries in Word. I'm sooo STUPID! lol
I also purchased more icons - now I can have 179 instead of 39. It's really cheap, too, and I like having a lot of icons ^_^
Christmas was really busy, but I got a lot of neat gifts and spent a lot of time with my family and Steve's. It was good to get home and back to normal though. Holidays are so stressful!
Just popping in to say hi! I don't have much to say tonight, I has the dumb.
( Here's a winter-themed pic I took )
So, this affects my friends list insomuch as I will, in the next few weeks depending on my money situation, most likely be buying a rename token and renaming myself. I hope this doesn't confuse anyone too much! I'll keep you posted :)
Steve and I began Leah's Great Exodus today. Although I really feel like he did most of the work and I just sort of sat around deeming things "keep" or "throw." He was an amazing help and allowed me to part with a lot of stuff I don't need. It felt really good to get rid of so much stuff, because I am a very big pack rat. I need someone like him to help pry my pack rat fingers off of garbage I keep because I'm weird.
Speaking of weird, we ran into an interesting situation today. We had some music playing (it was very much in the afternoon so we thought it was okay) when someone started knocking on the door. I immediately became annoyed because I knew it was someone asking us to turn the music down. It was NOT that loud, I assure you. So I, being steadfastly mule-headed, made no move to answer the door. Steve turned down the music and answered it. This is the conversation that ensued:
Old Lady Who Lives Above Me (OLWLAM): "Oh! Uhh... hi! Are you... taking care... of Leah?"
Steve: "...what?" Him of course being a multiple-piercing, bandanna-wearing, disheveled young man. Yes, he IS my caretaker.
OLWLAM: "Oh I just heard Leah was really sick so..."
OLWLAM: "Well, anyway, that music is so loud I can't hear my TV (ME IN MY HEAD: Yeah well I can't sleep at night because your tv is on 24/7 and you never sleep and are always stomping around like a troll on the prowl), so could you please turn it down?"
Me, having now gotten up and walked to the door because Grim flipped out on Steve and hissed and ran away: *stare*
OLWLAM: "Oh! Are you Leah? I heard you were sick and moving out!"
Me: "I am moving out yes, but I am not sick."
OLWLAM: "Oh well someone told me that you were really sick and so I was just wondering... but anyway, the music is really loud."
Me: "Okay. I am not sick."
At this point Nero had run out of the door so we ended the conversation and retrieved him.
Okay. What. the hell! For almost the entire time I have been living at my apartment, I have only returned on average once a week to feed the cats, almost always after everyone normal in the world is asleep. I met that old lady ONE TIME right when I moved in. She introduced herself from her deck and I promptly forgot her name. I am not a neighbors person. I much prefer privacy but I am okay with the occasional smile and nod of acknowledgment. Anything beyond that is pushing it. How is it that, out of my HUGE 400-unit complex, there is actually GOSSIP going around about me dying of cancer or something? And people knowing me by name?? Who did she hear this from? The Mexican family of four living in the 1-bedroom to my right? Or the old man who lives above the old lady?!
Anyway, Steve and I also walked the mile or so to the local Gamestop, not for purchasing purposes, but to get out and walk, and also to put our PokeWalkers to good use. Because we are nerds. It was very windy though, which made it pretty chilly. Otherwise it was pretty nice out. I can't wait for summer!
Finally, I think I'm going to postpone taking more classes until the fall. I realized a couple of days ago that my FAFSA is yet again not completed, and that it is not within my power to complete it. I can't afford to take more classes without continued loans, and I have no idea how loans would work for the summer. I also would like to continue to try to fight the administration about that "Pre-internship seminar" class they want me to take even though I completed my internship a year ago. The idea of enjoying my summer and finally being able to get a decent second job is much more appealing than stressing out about more classes. I'm not really in a huge hurry to graduate, next fall will be my 6th year in school, and I really wish I could take classes at my leisure as opposed to being required to be full-time status because of an insurance requirement. I've noticed I do much better taking 2 classes as opposed to 3. I've also decided to include my parents less on the things I do in my life. The cycle appears to be one in which I make a decision, relay it to my parents, they disagree with the decision and make me feel guilty and worthless, I probably continue with my original decision and we end up in some sort of feud. I am happier when they are kept on the edge of my radar as opposed to in the nucleus.
Leah's computer is being crabby and will not let her on the internet. So her journal will be postponed, er, I mean, commanded by me. That is right, I am taking over.
Country rocks. Kittens are fluffy. Horses are awesome. Tim McGraw is the best damn singer ever.
Alrighty, this journal's new commander is here. Bre. I shall relay Leah's day to you all. Well, we both worked at Valleyfair from 11-4, luckily no longer even though Leah signed up for more hours. She complained all day of her feet and legs. Then at break, she was trying to get hot water from the machine for her Ramen noodles but instead coffee came out! She was really upset. So I gave her money to buy fries. Yes, I agree, I am sweet. THEN the break-people that hold our money bags refused to give her back hers, saying they "never got it"/"lost it" and she had a breakdown. Luckily Kayla was there and they coughed the bag over....I guess they play jokes on the employees that do not properly, PERFECTLY drop their bags off. She would have been in a lot of trouble if she lost her money bag!
So then, we finally get off and I have to drag her from Dan Voegele. Geesh. Then in the parking lot I parked waaaay too close to her and I'm stupid like that. So we go to my house so she can visit my newest kitten, Scooter. And I couldn't find Leah's Love, Smalls. Guess where she was AGAIN? In the damn closet! The WHOLE day! Stupid kitten, she NEVER meows even while she is starving in a dark closet.
Then Leah tells me of Doug, her newest boy toy. Um, yeah, I don't like him. I hope he doesn't read this? He's just an attention-seeking, whining little snot. She and Dan went to visit him at his house yesterday, and I guess Leah was sitting closer to Dan than she was to Doug and he got all upset and left and then came back, lied down, sighed, got up, sighed, on and on! Finally, Dan visibly looks at his watch, LOL! and says, "Ah, we should get going." Then the story goes that Doug cried for 3 hours!!!! He told Leah that people always change their minds on him, nobody likes him, he's too ugly, and if nobody will pity him he has to pity himself.
Drama queen! Leah called him a woman. I give it a week.
Well, Beth got 1st in something, like, that TaiKawnDo stuff. Fencing, boxing, that sword fighting stuff. Um, right. I'm not real good at listening. But I DO know Paul was in Canada and now is back, and Leah went home to wrap his Father's Day gifts, a water bottle, and I think a book?
LOL Leah told me this story, for the 2nd or 3rd time, again today about how her and her sister were practicing the TaiKwanDo (sp?) kicks and how Beth can kick the highest in her class. Leah TRIED to kick over August, her 5 year old brother. Um, yeah, didn't work. She hit him smack in the head. THEN she made him stay there again, promising she wouldn't kick him a second time. WHATEVER!
Ah that is funny every time.
This has been an update of the Life Of Leah, as told by Bre.