*Ponders*

Abortion Remark by G.O.P. Senator Puts Heat on Peers.

Duh. But the only way to respond to this is with letters to each and every Senator involved in the process.

Believe me, the guys objecting to this have had long practice doing this.

However, I'm running into one big roadblock.

I live in California. They see that addy and they are going to toss it on the fire without opening it.

I have a post office box. I have a lot of LJ friends who do too.

Tell you what. Let's share. You can use mine if I can use yours.

Or I can just look up the local Native American GL Union hall from every state (remember Whoopie Goldberg's Burglar?) -

*Ponders*

Abortion Remark by G.O.P. Senator Puts Heat on Peers.

Duh. But the only way to respond to this is with letters to each and every Senator involved in the process.

Believe me, the guys objecting to this have had long practice doing this.

However, I'm running into one big roadblock.

I live in California. They see that addy and they are going to toss it on the fire without opening it.

I have a post office box. I have a lot of LJ friends who do too.

Tell you what. Let's share. You can use mine if I can use yours.

Or I can just look up the local Native American GL Union hall from every state (remember Whoopie Goldberg's Burglar?) -

*Ponders*

Abortion Remark by G.O.P. Senator Puts Heat on Peers.

Duh. But the only way to respond to this is with letters to each and every Senator involved in the process.

Believe me, the guys objecting to this have had long practice doing this.

However, I'm running into one big roadblock.

I live in California. They see that addy and they are going to toss it on the fire without opening it.

I have a post office box. I have a lot of LJ friends who do too.

Tell you what. Let's share. You can use mine if I can use yours.

Or I can just look up the local Native American GL Union hall from every state (remember Whoopie Goldberg's Burglar?) -

Another thing -

Anyone remember Circle Journey journals?

I'd get some, if I had some buddies to "circle" them with - maybe some of the project29 folks would be interested -

If you'd like, this would be a dynamite birthday present for me - if, and only if, you want to circle the journal with me.

*big puppydog anime bwwwuuuuue eyes*

Another thing -

Anyone remember Circle Journey journals?

I'd get some, if I had some buddies to "circle" them with - maybe some of the project29 folks would be interested -

If you'd like, this would be a dynamite birthday present for me - if, and only if, you want to circle the journal with me.

*big puppydog anime bwwwuuuuue eyes*

Another thing -

Anyone remember Circle Journey journals?

I'd get some, if I had some buddies to "circle" them with - maybe some of the project29 folks would be interested -

If you'd like, this would be a dynamite birthday present for me - if, and only if, you want to circle the journal with me.

*big puppydog anime bwwwuuuuue eyes*

Am I blue?

Justice League Unlimited this morning.

*cackles* Oh, some of that was so wrong -

(But dayim - an American VOA who can sing!)

Am I blue?

Justice League Unlimited this morning.

*cackles* Oh, some of that was so wrong -

(But dayim - an American VOA who can sing!)

Am I blue?

Justice League Unlimited this morning.

*cackles* Oh, some of that was so wrong -

(But dayim - an American VOA who can sing!)

You want whack?

There is nothing - or very few things, you've got to admit - weirder than assembling a crib, going out on a mad dash through the thrift stores for crib bedding and an infant carseat like you were 9.5 months pregnant, ready to pop RIGHT EFFING NOW -

And you're on your period.

I've heard from the state licensing office - they're ready to inspect the house for their records. Talking with the worker on the phone, I got a significant punchlist of items I had to have ready for her, which included having the crib set up, dressed and ready to use if I wanted to be licensed for children 0-2 years of age.

Now, I have to admit, I'm pretty sure nobody is going to offer us an infant. Less than 10% - but everyone tells me I'm likely to be wrong. Frankly, I'm fair certain our adoptive child will be older than 13.

Me, with a baby? I'd be thrilled - but. Suuuuuuure.

But you gotta do, if you want the range. And we do.

So I dragged out the crib my sister "lent" me over five years ago, and I've kept in storage - cleaned it up, checked to make sure I have all the pieces (there's a screw cover missing that I'll need to replace) and Jim put it together today.

We had to move the computer out of the guest room, actually had to take it down entirely, but we were able to move the crib into its place. I didn't have any linens, of course.

And I have to have an infant carseat as well.

I'm going to be putting together the eBay yard sale for general funds later this week - suffice it to say, I'm not going to be going to Babies R Us for anything today.

I hit the thrift stores. It was most satisfying.

I found five crib sheets, two mattress pads, four bumpers (one with a matching comforter) and a receiving blanket for about $45. The infant carseat? Nearly-new Grayco for $16. Perfect condition - and it's one of the ones with the detachable base and padded insert for really teeny infants that allows for some growth. Best part, that Goodwill had child carseats just sitting there - looks like they get a lot of them. No worries. I've been restoring child seats since 1987 when I worked at Avis -

$16. And it might as well be new. I've also got a hand-crocheted afghan I made in my teens I need to get out, and I can make some more flannel receiving blankets out of the fabric stock I've got in storage. And some silk-topped patchwork quilts out of the swatches from when I worked for the necktie manufacturer.

EDIT: HOLY CHROME. This is the one I got - different print. That's all. With shipping, that bugger would be over $100.

This is, of course, when I finish the housework. I also needed to put another smoke detector up - and Cedric came over and helped out with that.

Jim's working both nights this weekend.

*sighs* I've also had to give up trying to put together a Thanksgiving dinner at my house this year like I did last - Mom is going to either be in surgery, or have just come out of it the week of Thanksgiving. If they schedule her afterward, so be it - but it just doesn't look likely.

Doesn't that sound like fun? Big, huge, honking surgery - long recovery period - a bit more than dicey due to cardiac status and age, and here we are in the middle of the holidays! Oh, and the hospital is two hours away from me. Yippee.

There are days when I wonder if I'm really female. If I cut my hair the right away, put a rib brace on and dragged out the clothes a bit, there'd be little trouble as long as I kept my mouth shut.

But then that day rolls around and God tells you without a doubt, you're female. Wish it had more to do with something romantic, thank you. (This month, the lower GI tract decided to get in on the act as well.)

And being sick this week was just not in the plan.

You want whack?

There is nothing - or very few things, you've got to admit - weirder than assembling a crib, going out on a mad dash through the thrift stores for crib bedding and an infant carseat like you were 9.5 months pregnant, ready to pop RIGHT EFFING NOW -

And you're on your period.

I've heard from the state licensing office - they're ready to inspect the house for their records. Talking with the worker on the phone, I got a significant punchlist of items I had to have ready for her, which included having the crib set up, dressed and ready to use if I wanted to be licensed for children 0-2 years of age.

Now, I have to admit, I'm pretty sure nobody is going to offer us an infant. Less than 10% - but everyone tells me I'm likely to be wrong. Frankly, I'm fair certain our adoptive child will be older than 13.

Me, with a baby? I'd be thrilled - but. Suuuuuuure.

But you gotta do, if you want the range. And we do.

So I dragged out the crib my sister "lent" me over five years ago, and I've kept in storage - cleaned it up, checked to make sure I have all the pieces (there's a screw cover missing that I'll need to replace) and Jim put it together today.

We had to move the computer out of the guest room, actually had to take it down entirely, but we were able to move the crib into its place. I didn't have any linens, of course.

And I have to have an infant carseat as well.

I'm going to be putting together the eBay yard sale for general funds later this week - suffice it to say, I'm not going to be going to Babies R Us for anything today.

I hit the thrift stores. It was most satisfying.

I found five crib sheets, two mattress pads, four bumpers (one with a matching comforter) and a receiving blanket for about $45. The infant carseat? Nearly-new Grayco for $16. Perfect condition - and it's one of the ones with the detachable base and padded insert for really teeny infants that allows for some growth. Best part, that Goodwill had child carseats just sitting there - looks like they get a lot of them. No worries. I've been restoring child seats since 1987 when I worked at Avis -

$16. And it might as well be new. I've also got a hand-crocheted afghan I made in my teens I need to get out, and I can make some more flannel receiving blankets out of the fabric stock I've got in storage. And some silk-topped patchwork quilts out of the swatches from when I worked for the necktie manufacturer.

EDIT: HOLY CHROME. This is the one I got - different print. That's all. With shipping, that bugger would be over $100.

This is, of course, when I finish the housework. I also needed to put another smoke detector up - and Cedric came over and helped out with that.

Jim's working both nights this weekend.

*sighs* I've also had to give up trying to put together a Thanksgiving dinner at my house this year like I did last - Mom is going to either be in surgery, or have just come out of it the week of Thanksgiving. If they schedule her afterward, so be it - but it just doesn't look likely.

Doesn't that sound like fun? Big, huge, honking surgery - long recovery period - a bit more than dicey due to cardiac status and age, and here we are in the middle of the holidays! Oh, and the hospital is two hours away from me. Yippee.

There are days when I wonder if I'm really female. If I cut my hair the right away, put a rib brace on and dragged out the clothes a bit, there'd be little trouble as long as I kept my mouth shut.

But then that day rolls around and God tells you without a doubt, you're female. Wish it had more to do with something romantic, thank you. (This month, the lower GI tract decided to get in on the act as well.)

And being sick this week was just not in the plan.

You want whack?

There is nothing - or very few things, you've got to admit - weirder than assembling a crib, going out on a mad dash through the thrift stores for crib bedding and an infant carseat like you were 9.5 months pregnant, ready to pop RIGHT EFFING NOW -

And you're on your period.

I've heard from the state licensing office - they're ready to inspect the house for their records. Talking with the worker on the phone, I got a significant punchlist of items I had to have ready for her, which included having the crib set up, dressed and ready to use if I wanted to be licensed for children 0-2 years of age.

Now, I have to admit, I'm pretty sure nobody is going to offer us an infant. Less than 10% - but everyone tells me I'm likely to be wrong. Frankly, I'm fair certain our adoptive child will be older than 13.

Me, with a baby? I'd be thrilled - but. Suuuuuuure.

But you gotta do, if you want the range. And we do.

So I dragged out the crib my sister "lent" me over five years ago, and I've kept in storage - cleaned it up, checked to make sure I have all the pieces (there's a screw cover missing that I'll need to replace) and Jim put it together today.

We had to move the computer out of the guest room, actually had to take it down entirely, but we were able to move the crib into its place. I didn't have any linens, of course.

And I have to have an infant carseat as well.

I'm going to be putting together the eBay yard sale for general funds later this week - suffice it to say, I'm not going to be going to Babies R Us for anything today.

I hit the thrift stores. It was most satisfying.

I found five crib sheets, two mattress pads, four bumpers (one with a matching comforter) and a receiving blanket for about $45. The infant carseat? Nearly-new Grayco for $16. Perfect condition - and it's one of the ones with the detachable base and padded insert for really teeny infants that allows for some growth. Best part, that Goodwill had child carseats just sitting there - looks like they get a lot of them. No worries. I've been restoring child seats since 1987 when I worked at Avis -

$16. And it might as well be new. I've also got a hand-crocheted afghan I made in my teens I need to get out, and I can make some more flannel receiving blankets out of the fabric stock I've got in storage. And some silk-topped patchwork quilts out of the swatches from when I worked for the necktie manufacturer.

EDIT: HOLY CHROME. This is the one I got - different print. That's all. With shipping, that bugger would be over $100.

This is, of course, when I finish the housework. I also needed to put another smoke detector up - and Cedric came over and helped out with that.

Jim's working both nights this weekend.

*sighs* I've also had to give up trying to put together a Thanksgiving dinner at my house this year like I did last - Mom is going to either be in surgery, or have just come out of it the week of Thanksgiving. If they schedule her afterward, so be it - but it just doesn't look likely.

Doesn't that sound like fun? Big, huge, honking surgery - long recovery period - a bit more than dicey due to cardiac status and age, and here we are in the middle of the holidays! Oh, and the hospital is two hours away from me. Yippee.

There are days when I wonder if I'm really female. If I cut my hair the right away, put a rib brace on and dragged out the clothes a bit, there'd be little trouble as long as I kept my mouth shut.

But then that day rolls around and God tells you without a doubt, you're female. Wish it had more to do with something romantic, thank you. (This month, the lower GI tract decided to get in on the act as well.)

And being sick this week was just not in the plan.