From a chapter of “Guilty” titled “Victim of a Crime? Thank a Single Mother”:
In any event, divorced mothers should be called “divorced mothers,” not “single mothers.” We also have a term for the youngsters involved: “the children of divorce,” or as I call them, “future strippers.” It is a mark of how attractive it is to be a phony victim that divorcées will often claim to belong to the more disreputable category of “single mothers.” [Page 36]
Later in the chapter: “Single motherhood is like a farm team for future criminals and social outcasts.” [Page 38]
Following that logic, since my kid’s not even the child of a divorce, and is the product of a “disreputable” single mother, there’s no way she can turn out to be anything but a stripper, future criminal, or social outcast. It’s so great to be judged by someone who has neither been a mother or a wife.
Not surprisingly, the single mom bashing isn’t even close the worst things she talks about in her book. I’m sure we’ll hear plenty about her hate-filled pages in the next weeks so I’m just sticking to the stuff that smashed my heart.
Between Ann Coulter on the right, and Keith Olberman on the left, it’s easy to see why our country is so divided. I’m so sick of these ridiculously pigheaded people being paid ridiculous amounts of money to say ridiculously mean things on a regular basis. I would imagine that 60-70 years ago, somebody would have been fired for even suggesting that such divisive and hateful person be given a platform.
(I should mention that Coulter was kicked off the Today show tomorrow to be replaced by Perez Hilton. I bet that stings.)
Quotes courtesy of Media Matters (I sure in the hell didn’t pay for her diarrhea of brain).
A beautiful memorial video from Turner Classics for the Hollywood legends we lost in 2008. I’d like to see the Oscars top this. I wonder why Estelle Getty wasn’t featured?
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I’m drained. I barely got any sleep last night. The few hours I actually remained asleep were very restless, and I’ve been tired all day.
I’m happily functioning in denial right now. My grandparents moved to Florida (two day drive away) when I was around 5 and I haven’t seen them very often, especially over the last few years. I went down so they could meet Aralyn, but that was a few years ago. It’s hard to really make the connection that she’s gone. I know she is, but it just hasn’t really sunk in yet. Or maybe over the past year of knowing she had Stage 4 lung cancer I’ve just come to terms with it.
Ow, don’t leave your feet to warm by the baseboard electric heater even with shoes on, they get deceptively hot. Braindead moment of the day.
Well…
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I don’t have much else to say. I think I’m just going to go to bed.
Yesterday was my birthday. I twittered a request asking that my 23rd year be better than my 22. It started off pretty good, I got dishes and silverware, and am expecting Lost season 4 any day, which were the only things I wanted. I also got a call from the doctor finally, to tell me my MRI was normal which means it’s not my ACL (thank God). An orthopedic doctor is supposed to call me this week to set up an appointment. So that was a nice birthday surprise.
But today? Well, about an hour ago my Grandma died. She had lung cancer. We had been expecting it, but that sure doesn’t take the hurt away. The good news is, she’s the type of person you have no doubt is in a better place now. I believe in Heaven, and if anyone still gets in it’s bound to be her. I feel the worst for my Grandpa. They were best friends, and just celebrated 60 years. I haven’t spoken to him, but I know he’s got to be just crushed right now. Poor man.
I have an almost-finished scrapbook of photos for them that I was sending for Christmas. I’m kicking myself for not finishing it over Thanksgiving.
I know I’m only a day into 23, but it’s sure not starting out so great. Request denied.
I had an MRI on my knee this morning at 7. I had to limp around half the hospital to get registered (apparently the registration desk is closed on the weekends, so I had to register at the ER - on the other side of the damn building). It took about 45 minutes and the fan was directly blowing on me so I sat there with my eyes closed dreaming of the Bahamas trying to warm up. I’ll have the results on Monday, which means I will probably have to go in on Monday, which means I have to go to the doctor on my birthday. But if they have an answer and a solution then that’s about the best birthday present I could ask for, so here’s hoping.
I don’t usually do the meme thing, generally because I get bored with it, but I’m in the mood and don’t have much else to blog about so here is one courtesy of Sunday Stealing on a Saturday. Yanno, so you can get to know me a little better. After the cut for those who don’t care.
So, I’ve had some mystery knee pain for almost a month now. My right knee just hurts. Constantly. If I sit in the same position (at my computer, for instance) it locks up and refuses to move without inspiring a string of bad words to flow out (which coincidentally, my potty mouth also inspired Aralyn to take up my favorite dirty word - not good) along with a tear or two. It hurts. Bad. All the stinkin’ time. When I wake up I can hardly put my weight on it, and stretching out in bed while asleep has woken me up on more than one occasion.
I’ve put off going to the doctor because, hey I’m a single mom and it sucks enough to have to go to the doctor alone but towing a kiddo along and trying to keep them quiet and entertained to actually HEAR the doctor for five seconds is not an easy task. So I bought a nice brace from Walmart and have been using that for a couple of weeks. The brace helps a little, but I still want to lie down to crawl up/down stairs rather than try to walk, and trying to walk around to grocery shop and such isn’t any different with or without the brace.
This morning I sucked it up and made an appointment. Thankfully I live in a small town and got in this morning. The doctor thinks it’s either tendonitis (tendinitis? I’ve seen it spelled both ways, not sure which is correct), or a problem with my ACL. I’m leaning towards tendonitis, but that may be because the thought of anything being wrong with my ACL is terrifying. I’ve known four people to have a torn ACL and it required surgery and very painful rehab to correct. Not to mention, I don’t excercise (yes, I should, leave me alone), I work on a computer, and the most walking I usually do is inside of Walmart or the grocery store, and ACL problems are generally considered a sports injury.
I had some Xrays done today, and Aralyn got a bunch of stickers for hanging out with the cool nurse ladies behind the window wall while I was being contorted into various painful positions. Okay, it was just one really painful position, but I had to lie perfectly still in that very painful position so it counts as five. On Saturday (at 7am, oy!) I have to have an MRI of my knee, and then next week I should know what the deal is. Until then I’m on three 800mg ibuprofen a day to help (hah) with the pain (yeah right).
And there you have it, almost 500 words about my knee. Yes, I really can be THAT boring.
Hi! I'm Natasha, and I'm a 20-something freelancewebdesigner from Missouri, playing single mommy to a preschooler named Aralyn. I have epilepsy, and control my seizures by natural means. I'm politically an Independent, and a non-churching Christian. I am a geek that loves my iPod Touch, my Playstation3, and I'm a faithful part of the following fandoms: Lord of the Rings, Harry Potter, Twilight, and my favorite TV show is Lost.
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Hi! I'm Natasha, and I'm a 20-something 
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