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Just a rebel looking for a place to be. - Lupe FiascoFollowing
I like to believe that I am pro-choice, but it’s not settling right me knowing that government funds may be used for abortions. Please someone who’s aware of the amendment and supports it, talk me down.
Also, why is this even an issue? Doesn’t the Hyde Amendment already make it illegal for public funds to pay for abortions?
fight!! fight!!
jk:)
Maddie is going to need the option to have an abortion in about 14 years.
that was heinous and I’m embarassed for the gentleman from Arizona. No babies on the floor of Congress, plz.
that’s a new one. bringing a baby as a prop. SMH!
Its just pissing me off.
I”m watching too! It’s better than watching my Gamecocks lose, again. :(
God, we’re nerds.
I’m watching it as well:) honestly, there is nothing else on tv I would rather be watching. NERDS RULE:)
just received an email from who what wear stating that ‘garters’ ar e in. I’m all for being adventurous and having fun with fashion, but this j ust seems a bit too much.
I love fall:)
via the new yorker
Everly’s Nursery Wall Mural
Brent set to work this weekend on painting a whimsical “forest” on one of the walls in Everly’s nursery. He took his inspiration from a tiny picture of sheets that we found in the Pottery Barn Kids catalog (they’re not posted on the website for some reason).
Here are a couple of shots of his progress:
1. He first sketched his trees using chalk, and once he was pleased with the look, painted them in with bright colors. He used painters tape to off the yellow tree and later removed them to reveal creamy white leaves underneath:
2. Dinner plates and saucers were traced to get the big circles needed for his pink tree. It took him two coats of paint to get the colors really vibrant:
We both LOVE the finished look and can’t wait to add in the other elements of the nursery. I’m so thankful for my incredibly talented husband - he is loving every minute of creating the perfect room for his little girl.
Love,
M
the beauty of all this is honestly too much for me to handle.
Now that Madden has pulled the “Seryna” due to a pesky little lawsuit,
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Pair with
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For three days, it didn’t matter what the healthcare negotiations were, it didn’t matter how my retirement fund was doing given the Dow rising above 10,000 for the first time in a year, and it didn’t matter if some crazy right-wing lunatic made stupid remarks about the President. The only thing that mattered was making sure that my mother was recovering, had plenty to drink, got her medicine when she needed it, and could keep her food down.
I left home at 17. To be honest, I’d never really had a “home” home since I was about 14. I had bad parents. They got so wrapped up in hating each other and being selfish, that I somehow slipped through the cracks. I bounced around between my newly-wed sister’s (who was also a new mother), my mom’s, my dad’s, and other places when people decided that I was either welcome, or welcome back. So, as you can see, home and I parted on not so good terms.
That was 8 years ago. Yes, I have a lot of open wounds that still need to be healed, especially with my parents. There are sections of my life growing up that have troubled me, but my mother says she doesn’t remember them.
For the last three days, none of this mattered, either. I don’t understand how sometimes people get so upset at their families that they forget how much we need each other. Who else is going to help you recover after major surgery? Who else will be there to help you do your physical therapy, even if that means accidentally flashing your son every so often? Who else is going to cut up your food for you and keep the barf bucket nearby, because the anesthesia still hasn’t completely worn off?
Family.
I think many of us have been wronged and it’s so easy to hold a grudge. I just never understood the point. I enjoyed the last three days taking care of my mother in the hospital. In a way, it’s kind of ironic. I left home to go to college and now have a stable, salaried job with great benefits including flexible vacation time so that when my mother needs somebody to come to the hospital down in my neck of the woods, I can do that. I can do that, because she was a not-so-great mother which drove me out of town vowing to never look back. Now, I’m wishing I could be back home so I could help take care of her a bit more (she went home today…a full day ahead of schedule!)
Family may not be perfect, but I feel like we know our place. We might have some bumpy roads down the line, but these things usually have the ability to be forgiven, or else we’re going to die very alone and very sad. That’s not what I want.
I can’t wait to start a family of my own and just pray that they don’t ever want to leave me in the dust like I did my parents. But also pray that if they do, they know they can come back, and that they know when they need to come back.
