Wednesday, March 31, 2004
Okay, I just got shocked. Doesn't happen very often, but when it does, it's usually because it's seriously horrifying and not covered by media.
Did you know that even though the Pharmacist code of ethics says they have to respect the dignity and individuality of their customer/patient, that many of them are refusing to fill birth control prescriptions???
I mean, like it or not RTLs, birth control is a medication. It is used to regulate periods, and helps with different medical problems (like bleeding disorders), and it's even used as a FERTILITY TREATMENT for pre-in vitro fertilization (you know. The thing they do for people who actually want to give birth.)
One would think that pharmacists would KNOW this stuff.
But in a CVS pharmacy in Texas??? They apparently don't. And I was shocked not by this incident, but by ALL THE OTHER TIMES THIS HAPPENS. And we never hear about it. CVS BACKED THEIR ERRANT PHARMACIST. They did not issue a statement that the errant pharmacist had been fired. That, my friends, is "backing" a horrible employee.
And guess what??? CVS sells condoms, yet they backed the pharmacist who refused to fill a DOCTOR'S ORDER, which is essentially what a prescription is. And it's happened at Walgreens, Kmart, Walmart, and goodness knows how many other pharmacies that the average american woman might use. Eckerd's pharmacy apparently fired a pharmacist who refused to fill an Rx for birth control. I hope that's the norm. But we aren't hearing about THAT kind of story either.
What the hell is wrong with this country??? PF says it's the best country on earth. I want to agree, but his personal freedom is different than my personal freedom. It's bad enough that we have to fight to get BC COVERED by insurance in the first place. The "morning after" pill is also being denied with odd regularity. You have a right to this medication too! In fact, if you need Emergency Contraception, you should (at least in Northern California) call 1888-NOT2LATE for information about doctors and pharmacies that provide free, low cost, or OTC EC. In fact, everyone who does not want to conceive a child should have a pack of EC by their bed. Why?? Because it works amazingly well. Condom break? EC. And an HIV/STD test to be safe.
Now, I'm no advocate for hormones if you react badly to them. They are not for everyone, but it's a personal decision that you make between your conscience, your partner, and your health care provider. And if you need BCPs for something other than birth control, you know why you're using it, and it's your own damn business. If someone refuses to fill your Rx for birth control pills, you should be able to revoke their license. Because they are idiots of the highest order.
I would definitely prefer that "women's health" issues moved away from focus on the uterus and ovaries, but until we have complete and total freedom over WHAT we want to DO with those parts of our anatomy, no one is going to give a shit about the fact that the #1 killer of women is cardiac arrest. It's so essential to be free to OWN our own personal body. Men have no concept.
No one's denying them viagra.
~Amelie, wondering how prevalent this actually is.
Always a good thing, these liberal points of view...I am so sick of O'Reilly, Dr. Laura, Rush, and the new icky one, Savage. Blagggggg!
May I just say, I'm so happy our firewall doesn't block this??? I'm pretty happy.
I also found a conservative site that I'm pretty fascinated by. It's not something I plan to link, but if you're interested, email me and I'll send you the info on the site. It's not horrific, it's actually slightly balanced, and the author is smart (if slightly deprecating to libs and feminists, stuff I can handle if it's tongue in cheekiness.) So. Balance.
There you are.
~Amelie, thanking like it were Thanksgiving today.
Monday, March 29, 2004
Saturday was a stay at home, then go to Girls Nite Out at Mel's place. Where I had some pizza and tried out a face mask from The Body Shop. Did you know that The Body Shop has in-your-home consultants??? It was like Avon Meets Tupperware. Weird, but neat. Anyway, stopped at Footlocker and The Body Shop today. PF bought me my converse. He doesn't mind shelling out the $40 USD, but I do. go figure. I, however, spent just under $50 buying some of that "warming" face mask stuff, and they have body butter for sale, so I bought two. Yeah. Crazy. I won't buy my favorite sneakers, but it KILLS me that I'll drop cash on cosmetics and products I don't need. sigh. Then we went to see Taking Lives, which was unrelentingly horrible. I do not recommend at all. I'm so sad we paid for it, but I'm glad we got to a matinee since I had the day off; Cesar Chavez Day.
PF and I got out and about on Sunday. We went to The Moaning Cavern. We also hiked down to Calaveras Natural Bridges. We saw the upper bridge. It's a very pleasant 20 minute hike down to the creek, but the great part is that the creek runs UNDER ground, and there is this fabulous cave that you can swim into. We didn't swim, but I am seriously thinking about going back with a flashlight and a floatie raft to explore a bit. It's lovely, and we hiked over the bridge to the other side upriver. There were some folks headed on in on that end. Neat. There is also a lower natural bridge. Like I said, it's worth exploring one afternoon. The whole day was just great.
We also went to Pollardville Chicken Kitchen for Sunday Night dinner. We explored the "town", which is really just rescued buildings from old towns and a 1957 film set from a movie called "The Big Country", but it was great. It boasts The Smallest US Post Office in the US; purchased from Mountain Ranch, CA. and the Jamestown Jail.) You may or may not have noticed it, riding north from Stockton on the 99, just off the 8 Mile Road exit... a sign with a chicken??? The building is actually the old Islander in Stockton (an old Tiki bar and restaurant that PF remembers suddenly disappeared. He was pretty happy when we pulled off and he recognized the old building. The owners moved it to the Hwy 99 spot in 1987, after the original Chicken Kitchen burned down mid eighties.) Anyway, I highly recommend it if you need to get some fried chicken or onion rings and a giggle. It's a gen-u-ine 1960s-style Road Side Attraction. I wish it were more hoppin'. I may have my 33rd birthday there, and then you are all invited. I wonder if they'd let us bring beer?
I almost forgot, they have an old paddle riverboat that they do melodramas in. The whole place is just falling apart. I highly suggest people go visit it before it dies completely and the feral cats take over.
And it's the MOST VILE thing I've dealt with since an abscess.
Of course he was next to me on the couch. Of course I grabbed him and smooshed him. and squooshed him. because he never sits next to me on the couch. Unless he wants me to pay attention to him.
He's usually so aloof.
Of course I kissed his neck.
Of course a pustule broke on my face and showered me with goo. Of course I am exagerating (slightly).
Of course I f*cking panicked.
Of course I found the answers on the internet.
And cleaned up my poor cat, who's not in the least big embarrassed.
~Amelie. Icked out and covered in benzoyl peroxide.
I'm totally in love with and fascinated by a form of pottery I'd never heard of before. Anyone know how to throw this stuff?
It's gorgeous. It's called Horse Hair Pottery, or Horse Hair Raku (I think the raku type comes out slightly different than the regular white porcelain.)
Here's an example of the Zuni Maiden. This one is really beautiful too, it's called Mother Nature. I'm more a fan of the plain white/black strings look than the carved out pottery. I mean, that's nice, but it's not breathtaking. I even like the turtle and the buffalo. I love most of the bowls I'm finding online, and there's this gorgeous wedding vase.
Horse hair. Not just for ugly stuffed victorian couches anymore.
~Amelie, the girl who found an obscure catalog from a reservation and went ballistic.
Thursday, March 25, 2004
This is sickening me. Fetal rights, again. Not that I'm opposed to tougher sentences on people who attack pregnant women, I'm just opposed to the idea of there being 2 victims. I don't believe the hooey that it's written to protect legally sanctioned abortions. All the language is pro-fetus, with a nod to the woman as a carrier of a "victim."
In fact, the legislature knocked out amendments that treated the woman-victim of crimes that cause the death of her fetus-victim, or her family member's fetus, as a victim who needed time off to recuperate. Which makes me slightly MORE than suspicious about it's "innocuousness" regarding legal abortion.
What's worse: looks like it's going to pass.
I gotta problem with that.
I swear, every time this shite happens, I think "Will Canada want me???" I don't want to have to run, but this country's weird political upheavalings actually make me want to heave-ho. Not that I'm not fully aware there's nowhere I can go to escape stupidity.
What they are REALLY trying to say is, adopt a puppy or kitty from the shelter, and give them money. Damn.
And I have to say, for all my huffing and puffing about organic broccoli lately, why oh why didn't someone remind me how many damn APHIDS are on the stuff? I've been eating or buying organic broccoli out of sheer stubborness. And every time I bite into a gush of steamed aphid, I wince and want to die. I've had it. No matter how well you wash the broccoli, and I've been SOAKING it in a tsp of white vinegar and a drop of dish soap before rinsing it thoroughly, you CANNOT GET THE APHIDS OFF. Lordy.
I don't even eat shrimp, for pete's sake. I hate that I'm ingesting land dwelling bugs.
it reminds me of when I posted awhile ago about black widows in grapes (totally alarmist, no worries, I still eat grapes and for the life of me, I've never seen a black widow.) Anyway. No more broccoli for awhile. I can't take it.
~Amelie, sick to her tum tum and scared of her apple.
Astonishingly enough, I've saw these after Monday's sunset and wondered if my eyes were deceiving me on my way to Doggy Agility (Seamas got promoted to Beginner 2, an amazing feat for a dog that never took an agility class until 6 weeks ago.) But I'm not usually prone to researching topics like this unless it's literally thrown at me. Thank you, yahoo, for the little things.
I hate stuff like this. I used to give money to PETA, back in the day (way before the Lettuce Ladies made their appearance. Yuck.) Anyway, I hate this. I hate it as much as I hate the people who stand outside Women's Health Care Clinics with pictures of rotting fetal parts. There's something wrong with this tactic. I personally would not be hindered by a photo if I was desperate for an abortion. What might make me think twice? Oh, I dunno...maybe if the RTLifers were willing to a) pay for my schooling, rent, and childcare b) make childbirth completely painless and c) stopped trying to run the government.
As for PETA, if I want a crispy chicken leg, I'm probably going to get it. Although our local KFC is not exactly getting my business ever since my friend told me "they said they ran out of water."
~Amelie, Not proud of the bbq'd chicken. Mmm.
Monday, March 22, 2004
So, I went to the Sacramento Recycled Products Tradeshow a couple of weeks ago and one of the many products that I absolutely loved were these little greeting cards that were shaped like xmas trees. They were a rich deep green, and embedded in the recycled paper cards were seeds for cosmos. Cute, non?
Basically, they recycled paper, pulped it, dyed it, sprinkled flower seeds on it, pressed it, cut it into shapes with a cookie cutter, and let it dry. The directions say to soak the "tree" for 1 hour before planting.
For the mere price of completely maxing out my largest credit line...I could become the proud proud owner of not ONE but TWO beautiful bouncing castles.
You'd think I would have learned my lesson after the monster truck bouncing castle that tried to kill me last year.
No, I will........not buy.
However, if they put this stuff on a late night infomercial? I am very likely to buy it. Why is that??? I know those shows are packed with subliminal message. That is the only reason I could possibly come close to buying weird shaping underwear from Australia, and Jack Lalane's incredibly expensive (and fascinating) Juicer. Either that, or they get me when I've had some wine. Which is how I ended up with the Most Embarrassing Product Ever Sold, the abdominal shocker belt.
"I'm not Just Born, but I'm the 2nd Coming. If you want Peep Off info, email me, and I'll put you one the Peep list with all the particulars. It's held on the 1st Saturday after Easter. In 2004, that'll be Saturday, April 17th. I say I'll start it at 2pm (but it'll probably start at 3pm). I'll at least have the BBQ going at 2pm. And sadly, once again, it'll be at my place in lovely midtown Sacramento (basically 19th & Capitol). Call for directions: 916/447-4528.
Holy Christ on a crutch, this is the 8th Peep Off in a row. I'm not sure if I'll be in the USA next year though, so someone might have to cover for me. I'd like it to be held in the Sacramento Grid, but if I'm not around, how can I be picky?
We tried to get the Official Just Born (tm) Marshmallow Peep Bus to come by, but Just Born said "Go to hell, you old bastards" and then they threatened to give me a Columbian necktie." ~Dave Smith
Yeah, it's pretty exciting. So mark your calendars. You have almost a month to decide on your travel plans. Jet Blue flies directly to and from NYC, so if you want to avoid driving from The Big Apple, you could potentially fly.
Why is this such a good one? Well, Dave is leaving the US for about a year. To ride motorcycles across the world. I understand the one he had built for him in Australia is nearly done. He's apparently waiting for Trekkies II before he leaves, since he (and Borg Kitty, aka "Cat, The Other White Meat") is a star in it.
Also, Erica and I came up with fantastic diorama.
You will just have to see for yourself.
Sometimes I come up with the most brilliantly creative stuff...and I do't even do drugs. Much.
~Amelie, Jumpin' The Gun in March, La Bonne
(PS, No one scary came to visit this morning, I passed out letters to all my neighbors. I did not buy a gun or anything.)
Someone was in our backyard at 6 AM this morning looking into my roommate's bedroom window while she was dressing after her shower.
She immediately called for H, and I woke up too. She was really freaked out. We sent the dog out, but he just yawned and peed. We made sure we locked all the windows.
Oh yeah, and we called the cops.
I don't know what it is with cops and my house when I'm freaking out, but they wouldn't come out unless he was at the house when we called. I love that their rape-prevention page does not mention pepper spray, but makes sure to let me know that 50% of all rapes occur in the home and are pre-planned. That's lovely news.
Basically, I have to sit and wait for him to come back. Grrrreat. My roommates are both gone this entire weekend; one to Arizona and the other to Florida.
Now I want to know if anyone in my neighborhood has reported any suscpicious activity!
Calling East Sacramento: who's looking in your windows???
~Amelie, who gets to wait for the peeping tom-burglar-rapist-murderer-ugh.
Wednesday, March 17, 2004
Hey, there are two Sacto websites I had not noticed!
Of course, I was prying on Cockeyed.com as I am prone to do when drinking beer...and found this site, owned by a Sacramentan with a good eye for capturing Sacramento Life and Style with photos. I forget how much I love this town until I view it through someone else's eyes, especially if they have come to love this town. Sacramento Life. (interesting factoid that bugs me because I can't remember it completely: some of the photos contain images of typical "old" Sacramento building facades made with river silt clay from the turn of the last century. There was a cottage industry in Sacto from river dredging silt where the American runs itself into the Sacramento, and the dredged deeper to allow cargo ship passage. For the life of me, I cannot remember the name of this art; the cupids at 12th and J and both masonic temples are perfect examples.)
And on his site??? I found the Sacramento Top 25. And who would be on this particular site? Why, Ms. Maya and Ms. Rachel. I also found Keith Jensen and Dave Smith, but they're everywhere. Who's NOT on it??? Dave Ninja. And Rob.
~Amelie. Sigh. It makes me want to drive north to the castle off Hwy 80, and south to the weird house off 65th street and under into the tunnels, to take photos.
Happy St. Paddy's Day!!
Do you feel the luck o' the Irish?
I'm not sure what that means. Are Irish people generally more lucky than, say, Swedes, or Italians? I do not think so. However, I do love me a nice lilting tenor's Irish brogue. Hubba hubba. I can always listen to the lilting accents of the British Isles. Very sexy.
So maybe the Irish get lucky more, and aren't more lucky. I may have just stated a double entendred redundancy.
Maya posted this article on a group website. It's pretty amazing how succinctly this author has encapsulated my trek through school.
I took out loans at the end of my undergraduate years, because at age 24, I was finally eligible (translate: old enough) to take them out for myself. Which allowed me to work less than 2.5 PT jobs; I also went to a credit counseling service to defer or lower payments to my credit cards (at less than 3,000 owed, all grocery/transportation/school book related expenses, you'd think they'd give me a break when I said "I can't pay right now, I'll pay double next month" but that's not how credit collection agencies work.) They start to MAUL you over the phone. Until I got help, and paid it all down later with small inheritances. Inheritances that would have doubled by now had I been able to just put them into money market accounts or towards grad school.
It's bad. And it isn't like my ridiculously useless (although usually interesting) degree got me an in anywhere besides doing counseling at DV shelters, supervising dinner and night preparations at group homes for the developmentally disabled...in fact, until I was 26, the highest wages I earned in one year after graduating with a BA from the UC system were about 20K. And that's in economic BOOM time. It wasn't like I was exactly "necessary". Which prompted me from there on out to counsel ANYONE getting a: history, film, women's studies, psychology or other "intriguing but ultimately useless in the real world" degree, to do a double major or make that particular "major" interest into a "minor." While some people do find jobs with useless degrees, it's a struggle.
Which is why I went to graduate school. Not so much because I wanted a degree in public administration (which no one even recognizes; they always think I said "MBA"), but because I wanted a degree in management, was on the 4th year of my GRE scores (they are deleted after 5 years if you don't enter a graduate program, and mine were decent) and was scared at the time of the GMAT (I later took it, and it was cakey.) If I had better grades, I'd be in a very good MBA program right now. But I decided to actually try to find work instead of hiding in school again. Yay for me, I love my firm. I just wish I had a more secluded office space, and wasn't the "gofer" girl so much. I realize I popped into an entry level in a totally new environment (from health care to enviromental lobbying), but it's still a comeuppance for me every day. Luckily, I'm indispensible. So that makes it easier. Still. I have a Master's degree, and I want something better. I want to be able to afford a house and preschool on top of my student loan payments. Dig? It looks like I'll get the chance by the end of this year, so I'm pleased.
But it's been a hard run. I am not thrilled with how hard I had to work to get my degrees. I loved that the article I referenced above goes into detail about economic realities for the college graduate. It makes me feel less alone and pathetic.
It's a crapshoot, that's for sure. While I never got "snake eyed" in my opinion, I definitely am still really behind in so many ways.
Especially with GWB in the office, so please, get rid of him and his cabinet of monkeys. He's the WORST, most USELESS person in the world. And that's even counting my crazy neighbors.
~Amelie, struggler, juggler, and curmudgeon. All in one preciously apple shaped gal.
Tuesday, March 16, 2004 I GAVE YOU FLOWERS!!!
Yes, the crazy neighbor has me up and in a fit, of course. She started screaming my name and calling for help tonight. So, H and I went over to see what was up.
Well, long story short, she has taken 20 adderals and drank an entire 6 pack of beer. Or maybe a 12 pack. I have no idea. Her fiance, an ER doc, has hogtied her to her bed with kayak tie-downs to keep her from running down the street banging on doors, or worse, crawling into her car as she is apt to do and drive away.
I really do not understand people. If my lover/fiancee attacked me in a drug induced stupor, and I was covered in scratches, the last thing I would want is to risk a DV and false imprisonment charge. No sirree. I'd have the fucker taken in a straitjacket to jail to sober up, and then I'd commit him/her to a mental institution, or let them go to jail for a good long while. I'd also call in an FYI to her parents and to her psychiatrist who is apparently "*MISSING*" something with her (don't ya think??). But then, I ain't an enabler. And I ain't scared of crazy people. I am, however, afraid of fucked up drunks on amphetamines, which is why I threatened to call the cops. I would have made good on it if he didn't look so tired and resigned, and if she hadn't finally calmed down.
I made him untie her. I rubbed her purple wrists. I told her she needed to shut the hell up, quit acting out, sober up, and quit beating up on people.
What did she do? She spit on me, told me I was horrible to leave her alone in that house with the fiance.
"And I gave you FLOWERS! You BITCH!" she screamed at me.
Now, I can't sleep. 3 AM. I tells ya, vanilla decaf int'l foods coffees are horrid things. I have no sleepytime tea. The only movies I have to watch are Wonderland and Capturing The Friedmans. Not exactly soothing, you know???
I should just move out.
I have never hated neighbors quite this much. I manage to live next to domestic disruption every time. sigh.
Here's my fabulous fucking advice to crazy people who look normal in the daylight:
If someone ties you up and you didn't ask to be, DON'T MARRY HIM. In fact, DON'T LIVE WITH HIM.
And if someone does drugs, and drinks, and drives, and attacks you, MOVE OUT and CALL THE COPS ON THEM.
Don't tell me it's not always like this, because it ALWAYS IS. You fucking enablers. I hate you.
~Amelie, who saved the uprooted innocent roses.
Saturday, March 13, 2004
I was reading this with wide eyes, and laughing, but it was the beef-a-roni aromatherapy candle that did it. I'm officially linking to ILoveKarlRove.Com and I'm also really enjoying the rove-a-gram ecards. Look out. Thank you for the giggle, Jean-Pierre.
I love parody sites, they take some of the bite out of my anger.
Today, I already walked Seamas, checked for ducklings at McKinley Park (none yet), showered, laundered clothes, and am anticipating the potting of my roses from heirloom roses.com the zephirine drouhin, charity, and evelyn.
I'm such a fan of roses, but I really don't like the perfect looking ones or the little baby ones or even the really bright, eye-catching ones. I love the old-world overblown damask/bourbon-based pale roses that have tons of scent. They smell like heaven. My favorite rose in the whole world grew in the Santa barbara Mission Rose Garden. I think it's called Bianca-Cecile, named after a French nun. It looked like the Claire, but was a pure, pristine white.
Oh yeah, I have a new "crazy neighbor" story. On Thursday, I woke up and took some trash out to the bins for garbage day, and noticed a bunch of uprooted rose bushes in my yard. I figured it was like the azalea I rescued (my brother's drunk friend threw a neighbor's azalea bush over my fence a year ago, I tried to find the neighbor it was stolen from, but I finally ended up just keeping it and caring for it. Currently, it's thriving and covered in blooms.) And therefore, I figured that some drunk jerk and thrown rosebushes into my yard. Because I'm a freak, and would save just about anything that was still green, I plopped them in a bucket of water, and asked my brother about them. Turns out, he knew nothing. But my roommate did. Apparently, my crazy neighbor walked into our house the other night and asked my roomie if I would like rosebushes. She said she really didn't know (and later, she asked, "Why does that chick just walk into the house like that??" my answer: she is a f*cking loon.) So of course, CN uprooted a bunch of her rosebushes and threw them into my yard.
WHO THE HELL DOES THAT????????? I think I asked this last year, when she "mowed" my lawn, and therefore killed every crocus, daffodil, early lily, agapanthus and daylily I had planted. She did that move twice, and I blew a gasket at her. I guess she's decided it's more fun to "give" me "presents" instead of do my yard work for me.
Luckily I found them before they dried out. Maybe I will give them to my mom.
~Amelie, who has freaks living next door.
Friday, March 12, 2004
I gotta wonder if I don’t border on the psychic.
I’ve had these weird, disturbing dog dreams all week. The most freaky one is with my friend Kim’s dog. I dream that I turn over in bed, and her big, chubby, sad-eyed, old, red golden retriever Chelsea, is staring at me with her chin on the bed. When I look at her, her tail starts to thwack my bed, and I wake up. I’ve had this dream 3 times this week.
Last night, I had a really burning desire to call Kim and ask her about her dog.
So, I left a message saying I was having disturbing dreams about Chelsea.
Kim calls me back this morning wanting to know what my dreams were. I wanted to be tactful, so I didn’t say “I think Chelsea is dying and she keeps sending me a ghost to let you know”, which is, dramatically, what I thought. Instead, I said “I think Chelsea is in pain. I think she needs a vet.”
Kim is quiet, and then finally she says. THAT IS SO WEIRD THAT YOU SAID THAT.
Why? Well, Sunday (dream one), Kim was petting Chelsea and found a clump of hair on her back. She figured she rolled in poo, as dogs are prone to do sometimes. She was really irritated, and took Chelsea into the bathroom to cut the hair off. It turned out to be a puncture wound. Kim felt really bad about giving her old dog a lecture about rolling in poo, and cleaned it out. She called our vet, but he said if she had cleaned it out, she only needed to have the dog seen if it was infected or Chelsea was in pain.
Yesterday, (dream 3), Kim was bathing Chelsea again, and a metal BB popped out of the wound. Kim was so surprised, she nearly fell into the tub. Someone shot Chelsea. And I kept dreaming the dog was asking for help.
Basically, republicans are saying you're fat and they are not going to regulate McD's or make any laws to change nutrition.
Personally, I don't think McD's is responsible for obesity. I think they are in charge of the restaurant industry as a whole, but that low quality just means I eat at home a lot (bbq'd chicken, cooked outside, tonight m'dears.)
As I've been posting (way more than I'd like, I'm afraid), I think people need to calm down about fat (fat isn't going to kill you, but being unhappy and being treated horribly for being heavy might get you depressed about being fat and make your immune system go crazy, stress you out, make you yo-yo fad diet, and cause general unease in your daily life. All of which could eventually kill you. Not to mention, your insulin could go crazy and you could eventually die of unmanageable heart and diabetic diseases, but that takes awhile. The average "heavy" person is just that. Heavy, without diseases.) We should do common sense things, like get plenty of exercise, enjoy our food MORE, and read the packages we eat from or learn to cook (and teach our kids how.)
But I also want to see less expensive natural foods availabe in higher volumes and ubiquitously.
Not sure where I'm wrong here. All I've said is that it's depressing that kids are in fat classes and that we are way too depressingly obsessed with obesity, I also know that kids are target marketed to WAY more than my generation (give me a break, my allowance was 50 cents a week.) I think the only conspiracy going on is that the newspapers are focusing on obesity, when Aristide was kidnapped by the US Military.
And via Daily Kos, this is just too good. Next time you hear some Republican talk scornfully about Kerry's "flip-flops," bust out this little list:
Bush is against campaign finance reform; then he's for it.
Bush is against a Homeland Security Department; then he's for it.
Bush is against a 9/11 commission; then he's for it.
Bush is against an Iraq WMD investigation; then he's for it.
Bush is against nation building; then he's for it.
Bush is against deficits; then he's for them.
Bush is for free trade; then he's for tariffs on steel; then he's against them again.
Bush is against the U.S. taking a role in the Israeli Palestinian conflict; then he pushes for a "road map" and a Palestinian State.
Bush is for states right to decide on gay marriage, then he is for changing the constitution.
Bush first says he'll provide money for first responders (fire, police, emergency), then he doesn't.
Bush first says that 'help is on the way' to the military ... then he cuts benefits
Bush-"The most important thing is for us to find Osama bin Laden. Bush-"I don't know where he is. I have no idea and I really don't care.
Bush claims to be in favor of the environment and then secretly starts drilling on Padre Island.
Bush talks about helping education and increases mandates while cutting funding.
Bush first says the U.S. won't negotiate with North Korea. Now he will
Bush goes to Bob Jones University. Then say's he shouldn't have.
Bush said he would demand a U.N. Security Council vote on whether to sanction military action against Iraq. Later Bush announced he would not call for a vote
Bush said the "mission accomplished" banner was put up by the sailors. Bush later admits it was his advance team.
Bush was for fingerprinting and photographing Mexicans who enter the US. Bush after meeting with Pres. Fox, he's against it.
More on fat kids. It's a really hot topic lately. I still think kids need to move more and eat fewer snack foods and eat better home made cooked meals. This article goes in depth. The hard copy has a great side bar with pie charts showing how most Bay Area folks think it's a matter of choice to eat crap, as well as BMI indicators for children. It also showed an excellent chart on how fast food has changed radically since the 1950s. Basically, a burger (3.4 oz) fries (2.4 oz) and a coke (7 oz) has become a burger (8.2 oz), fries (7.1 oz) and a coke (42 oz). This is disturbing. We are now used to giant portions, and nothing less will satisfy. And of course, there's my argument that it's hard to find good, fresh, unadulterated food, and then you must try hard not to fuckle it up with fat, salt, sugar, etc. Unless you're Alice Waters, I guess. She finds it quite easy.
Personally, as a kid, my favorite dinners included cream of spinach soup, meatloaf, and taco salad. We made a lot of oatmeal based desserts, too. And fudge. And we didn't eat too much. And there was always a bin full of fresh fruit in the fridge.
This stuff is not exactly hard to make. Maybe I will compile an Amelie CookBook For Kids section on my blog. Submissions respectfully requested.
~Amelie, Sloppy Joes and Steamed Broccoli, La Bonne
Two things I made Monday night that look better today:
A baby's receiving blanket
A baby spit-up cloth.
I made the spit up cloth because it's REALLY WAY HARDER than I thought it would be to sew in a straight line. For 1 square yard.
However, I did it. And it looks a little home made, but I already bought her a nice expensive baby clothes gift set with bonnet. I just wanted to practice sewing.
Let me tell you. Baby blankets should be easy, but I'm a spaz.
However, the articles of babiness are now done.
I think it would have been easier if I hadn't washed the flannel beforehand. However, it was cotton, and I thought that if I didn't wash it, it would be warped looking after SHE washes it. So then I took great pains to press it all flat, and sewed inside-out. I even put some cute little decorative top stitching on it in pink and green, her colors for the baby room. One side is yellow with pink and blue baby clothes hanging on a line, the other side is blue with yellow moons and pink teddy bears.
I think I'm going to do it again for my cousin's new baby girl. I want to pick out some different flannel. But I need advice from craftier folks than me (Megan! Moe!).
If I go with the fabulously decorative quilting flannels, can I use them for baby stuff? I mean to make another blanket or two, but I want to make sure I can go with any type of flannel, not just the "baby" stuff.
How big is a baby receiving blanket? I'm seeing everything from 1 yard square to some sort of rectangle. I definitely want to stick with cotton flannel, but do I need to buy something that is treated for flammability? Like kid's clothes? Or am I good with cotton?
Also, is there a trick to it, or is this just a good project for a beginner sewing afficionada?
Monday, March 08, 2004
Um, I just had a freaky "I NEED CHOCOLATE" moment . Just now. As it so happens, I work above a See's Candies store. I have only been in their 3 times since July, though, so I'm doing fine.
I found this cute blog entry while desperately googling trying to salvage my good eating for the day. And, you know. Rationalize my sudden chocolate fiend issue.
Uh-oh. I'm going to need calorie counts for scotchmallows, marzipan, dark nougat, and that dark chocolate coconut thingy they started me off with....
sigh. At least it wasn't a whole entire box, right???
This article made me feel a little sick.. It's about obesity in children, and starts off talking about how fat kids get made fun of by their peers. Which is sad, but often true, and it made me mad. Talk about launching disordered eating! Children (and adults) are so cruel!
The article had good ideas, but it basically says "Parents, turn into food nazis or your kids will have livers that buckle under and give out by age 20." Which I don't believe at all. I think kids need to be raised eating good food, there's no doubt about it, but I also think encouraging activity is better than policing your kid's every calorie (unless they have something else wrong with them, like diabetes.) I just don't believe the average fat person is going to die from being "fat". They may die from being inactive, depressed from feeling dejected/rejected by society, all of which are curable. But of the fat itself? I firmly believe you can be fit and fat at the same time. The family that lost a lot of weight while following their daughter's diet? Great for them. If that's what they wanted to do. Now hopefullly they will take family Sunday bikerides and picnic by the river. I was glad to read about the girl's activity choices, she sounds like a trooper.
I've been reading a lot about food/food options. Most of what I've decided from all of this reading is that you need to eat locally grown organic foods and grass-fed meats, the more whole, the better. We'd go back to a diet that ended around 1929, before large scale factory-commercialized food processing and refining. Back when refined white flour was a special treat for cakes, pastries, and other yummies, hand made by the local baker; and back when molasses and maple syrup were the sweeteners of choice. When you preserved your own peaches grown in your own backyard.
I guess I am coming to firmly believe that refined foods are the devil.
I still eat them once in awhile, but not like a kid would. I have a feeling that (and the x box babysitter/fear of letting kids outside to play) are what cause kids to gain so much weight as children.
But what I also think we need to do? Fix the skinnier kids who wreak such havoc on the heavier kids' self esteem so that they are miserable and feel bad about themselves. That's just got to stop.
Saturday, March 06, 2004
I was just watching Maternity Ward on cable (while looking for What Not To Wear, okay?) and saw the most CHILLING thing I have EVER seen in my life. Well, at least the most chilling thing this month so far.
19 year old Ophelia is having her first baby. Her Caribbean mommy is in the room. Her older sister (single mom) is in the room. Her boyfriend is in the room. In the hallway, mom and bf are talking about how he hopes it's his only baby, mom says she will be happy to take baby away from Ophelia (ostensibly so that O can finish college or something.) I'm okay with all of this. It gets chilling when O is in active labor, and the nurse tells her her pain options: IV, or epidural. Family? Freaks out on Ophelia and yells at her to "Take the pain!" and they basically chase the nurse out. The mom wants her kid to feel the pain so she won't have sex anymore and get pregnant again (but we all know that's really fucking stupid). Ophelia is in tears. 10 hours later, mom is out of the room, and Ophelia is begging for an epidural. Her bf says unconscionably, "If you do it, how does that honor ME?? You don't want to honor me!!" (if you get an epidural, you won't feel the pain of my "blessing", the baby, I guess.) When mom gets there? She flips OUT on the girl, pushes the cameraman. The older sister calls her a wimp.
I was in shock.
It gets worse. Ophelia has the baby, and is crying for her mom to help her. Her Mom Walks OUT ON HER. Because she got an epidural against her mom's orders.
Man. I am just in shock.
This chick is 19, not 11, thank (g)odd. Still, it's hard to stand up for yourself when you're in such a horrible family. I barely even talk to my mom (because she's pretty badly behaved a lot of the time), but she would NEVER act that way during my labor. She knows better. My mom knows she'd never see the kid if she tried anything stupid like messing with one of her daughters during their labor.
Anyway, I hope that girl has her baby, and then takes it far, far away from these assholes. Or better yet, I hope she moves away, AND gives her kid up for adoption to a family that's been dying for a little baby, and then I hope she finishes college or something, finds a wonderful life for herself, and when her mom etc. finally get around to hunting her down, I hope she tells them all to go shove it up their asses.
This is the kind of thing that happens when a woman is seen as only a baby making machine. Either she is a disappointment to the family for not becoming something "better", or she is seen by society as "only" a means to an end: the baby. So sad.
People are crazy.
My heart is breaking and I'm horrified.
Over a fucking cable tv show.
I wonder if I'm hormonal or something.
Other than that, I've had a very productive day. Bought flannel to make receiving blankets for my very pregnant friend, got the car washed, bought bbq stuff for tonight. Like I said. Productive.
~Amelie, going out to the garden for some distraction, La Bonne
Friday, March 05, 2004
I have a new favorite made up word. I think I made it up.
Yes? Yes? Of course yes.
I just read about how 1/3 of the global population of women are horrifically abused and, to make a long story short, decided to look for knife fighting lessons. Of course, I'm one of the least likely 2/3 who will never need to use a weapon, but I still like the idea. I found an interesting book on combat knife throwing, followed the links, and ended up on some gal's amazon page.
It cracked me up, and I misread a misspelling on it somewhere.
I'm having dreams lately about Mi-Del lemon and vanilla snaps. I've also had the gingersnaps, and those are amazing as well. These cookies are like crack.
Today is Erica's Birthday. It's a nice day, very sunny, so she will be happy all day long. She asked for no rain, and she got it.
It's gorgeous today! I can't believe it.
I went outside to check my plants, and all my bulbs are coming in nicely. My peonies are really stretching. My little rose plants that I bought from heirloom roses are looking so pretty I want to put them into big containers asap. I will probably go to Home Depot this weekend and splurge on some very expensive big ceramic pots for these little beauties.
My catnip was lush this morning as well, so I made the mistake of showing it to the cats. After 30 minutes of bliss rolling in sun drenched catnip, I had to drag them all inside where they acted totally smashed and lovey dovey.
Wednesday, March 03, 2004
Watched Passion Of The Christ last night.
Frankly, I do not know what all the hubbub is about. It is a really boring film. I liked Zeffirelli's 6 part miniseries much better, it tells a better story. It makes it slightly more real and sad. This was just "hello, everyone is CRAZY."
I can see how passion plays incited people to violence back in the day, especially if the folks watching the plays were anything like the average, basic Jew and Roman depicted in the film. I.e, they are depicted as bloodthirsty stupes. And when I say stupes, I mean slathering idiots, easily manipulated. Barrabas is a raving lunatic, and they would rather take him?? At least Zefferelli's Barrabas looked like a real guy, so it was slightly more understandable.
Pilate is portrayed as a softie.
Mary is portrayed as a psychic.
Mary Magdalene is a voiceless pretty weepy gal.
Mary, Mary, and Jesus, all have flashbacks, but they don't explain too much about the PHENOM that Jesus was.
James, I think, but I can't remember who wanders with the girls in the new testament right now, is powerless and neutered by the events, he just shuffles through crowds looking resigned.
It's all very sad, but not THAT sad. I felt sadder when Vincent D'Onofrio shoots his face off in the toilet in that Vietnam movie.
Jesus has long hair, which I have read is grossly misrepresented. Jesus would have shorn his head (unless he was a buddhist, who didn't care what other Jews thought about his hair. He also would have been married by age 16 or so.) Why are people so afraid to examine the social norms of that era, and simply portray it all the way it is recorded on medieval tapestries and stained glass windows?
Everyone speaks Aramaic and Latin, but you know, 2000 years ago? The Lingua Franca was GREEK. Thank you, Catholic School.
It's painful to watch, Jesus gets the shite kicked out of him. But it ain't no Kill Bill. AND, they make him carry this 500 lbs cross. That doesn't say much for Roman efficiency, does it? In comparative religion studies and church history in HIGH school, this was discussed ad nauseum. Our teachers said he carried the cross BEAM. Which would have been plenty heavy enough, yoked to your back. But no, they make this shredded, dehydrated person carry a full cross?? Uphill? Both ways?? Not going to happen back then. They wanted to CRUCIFY him, not have him die in the road.
And the Devil looks suspiciously like the weird sidekick to Jabba The Hut minus the extra head skin. He also carries around a creepy baby that will probably give me a nightmare or two, but that's it.
Anyway, I saw nothing heart attack inducing, which is a shame. The crucifixion looked yucky, but they used very small nails, and they put them through his hands and feet. Like I said before, crucifixion doesn't work if you can slip off the cross, so they would have nailed GIANT bolt like nails into wrists and ankles, and tied the arms into place; Mel's movie showed the general depiction through the hands. Ah well. But if you wanted to be "truthful", why wouldn't you have done your history homework? A Very Painful, horrible way to die. It's pretty gruesome, but I figure you'd only have a heart attack or a crying fit if you have only been watching Disney movies for the past 30 years.
Which I guess a lot of xchins have been doing.
I had higher hopes that it would be a real war movie or a bloodbath. It was just a painful look at someone else's obsession. I think it's a travesty that so many xchins brought their little kids to the film. The people in front of us brought their granny who spoke no english and obviously couldn't read subtitles, so that was a little annoying. However, it freed Maya and I up to talk at normal voice level whenever we wanted to communally roll our eyes at the overwrought non acting disappointment we spent 9 bucks on.
I also thought it was weird that there were no previews, only commercials before the film started. I guess that's because there's not a lot of product placement opps in ancient Jerusalem.
~Amelie, yawned and got a leg cramp from the film, La Bonne.
Huh. Only 4% of women think like me when it comes to wanting to hit on some young guy. And only 5% are as open as I am to deciding "what" is attractive in a guy. Interesting. I'm also thinking that the reason I came up with my attaction to Asian men is because I am dating a cutie as it is. I also seem to like cute Black men, and some Latino men. I tend to like mixed race guys, so that makes a lot of sense to me. I also like punk rock boys and people who aren't always clean shaven. Then again, I likes the fully baldies. The test said I like both Ruggedly Handsome and Boy Next Door guys. I remain undecided as to whether that is true. I also really like the ecto-mesomorph guy. Or lean, with muscles. It's deceptive, again, because PF is pretty thin and muscular. He's just totally in proportion, which is what I like. But I've dated fatties and tallies too. It's all about what they talk about. I generally don't even notice a guy unless he doesn't bore me to death, and I definitely notice when he's clever enough or observant enough to catch my ear in a conversation.
I cannot begin to tell you how many people have bored me to tears; to the point I want to jump out of my skin and run away. I find it more tolerant in women for some reason. I will put up with blisteringly boring, dull, or repetitive conversation from a woman because I expect her to give me something good every so often. I happily write off similar men from the get go. Mean, n'estce pas?
Unique Tastes In Men: You are open to seeing a variety of men as handsome. Sure, men with "movie star" good looks catch your eye, but you are often equally wowed by more normal "cute" guys. You're not one to judge people based on their looks. In fact, you're genuinely drawn to men that others might dismiss. Maybe it's because you don't buy into society's checklist for "mainstream" attractiveness. Instead, you notice unique features like a strong nose, beautiful eyes, or a cute butt, that make some men special in your eyes. For you, attraction is about the total package.
(I would just like to include that I could care less about the butt as long as he has one that doesn't poke bonily into my feet when I make him sit on my cold toes.)
However, the guy that they gave me as "my typical" male choice was NOT someone I picked consistently even though he popped up a few times in the photos.
That looks exactly like this guy I used to think was nice at KCSB. He rode a motorcycle and was wayyyyy too hippy for me. He liked Phish. ugh.
What I thought about the Oscars:
Nevermind that I think they are rigged and politicized beyond anything else.
Bill Murray should have gotten the win. Sean Penn will do something absolutely fabulous again, and again, and again, and he'll be up for it over and over. But Bill? Never even gets nominated for his stuff. I'm sorry, but Groundhog Day? What About Bill? Rushmore? LIT? He's the greatest sad eyed pup that ever never won.
Charlize Theron's was a well deserved win. And I didn't think she looked bland at all.
Of course Lord Of The Rings won everything. How could they not? Nothing compared. Except A Mighty Wind should have gotten best song.
I also liked the black/white/beige colors that were so "in" style at the Oscars. I also plan to watch Victor/Victoria again. I forgot how good it is. Jazz Hot Baby song is in my head. I keep busting out with it and cracking up my coworkers.
This was gospel. It made me much gladder than the anything else today. Except my dog.
This was a goodie. From Moe's site (just email her a hello, and you can read her.)
12 Reasons Same-Sex Marriage will Ruin Society
1) Homosexuality is not natural, much like eyeglasses, polyester, and birth control are not natural.
2) Heterosexual marriages are valid because they produce children. Infertile couples and old people cannot legally get married now because the world needs more children.
3) Obviously gay parents will raise gay children just the way straight parents only raise straight children.
4) Straight marriage will be less meaningful. Straight marriages now are always meaningful, just consider Britney Spears's 55-hour just-for-fun marriage.
5) Heterosexual marriage has been around for a long time, and it hasn't changed at all: women and children are property, Blacks can't marry Whites, and divorce is illegal.
6) Gay marriage should be decided by the people, not the courts, because the majority-elected legislatures, not courts, have historically protected the rights of minorities.
7) Gay marriage is not supported by religion. In a theocracy like ours, the values of one religion are always imposed on the entire country. That's why we only have one religion in America.
8) Gay marriage will encourage people to be gay in the same way that hanging around tall people makes you tall.
9) Legalizing gay marriage will open the door to all kinds of crazy behavior. Next thing you know, people will want to marry their pets because a dog has legal standing and can sign a marriage license.
10) Children can never succeed without both male and female role models at home. That's why single parents are forbidden to raise children.
11) Gay marriage will change the foundation of society. Heterosexual marriage has been around for a long time, and we could never adapt to new social norms because we haven't adapted to cars or longer lifespans, women wearing slacks at work, or men not wearing ties.
12) Civil unions, providing most of the same benefits as marriage with a different name, are better, because a "separate but equal" institution is always constitutional. Separate schools for African-Americans worked just as well as separate marriages will for gays & lesbians.
Personally, I think Civil Union should be the standard for EVERYONE, and "marriage" should be a distinction made by your religious group. But I ain't going to quibble about semantics. You should be able to love and cherish, BY LAW, whomever you want, so long as they are at the age of consent, and of sound mind. Sound mind being that they are not in a coma or something.
I also think the State courts should decide this one based on the California Constitution, but I also think that most people actually support it as well. So hopefully, that will push it up and cancel out the stupid laws we managed to pass a few years ago.
I wonder why there is so much apathy among younger voters? Is it because they get discourageg that the one time they cast a vote, it didn't appear to count?
Once you turn 18, you should vote in every election. You should know who authored what legislation. You should be wary of any exclusionary proposition, and anything touted to "save us money". You should check out the legislators from all parties, and vote your conscience. For me, that means foregoing some candidates I like better to get a Democrat into office. Not because I like dems that much, but because I trust them MORE, and even though there are fewer Republicans nationwide, in California they are quite numerous. So, a few votes can seriously make a difference, as we saw in Flori-duh not too long ago. And I ain't willing to chance it.
I'm off to vote now.
~Amelie, wondering if my polling place got rid of the punch card system, La Bonne