Posts Tagged ‘did this really just happen? really?’

i am biased. entirely biased. and that bias is not going to change.

i am passionate. very passionate. and i highly doubt that will change either.

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yesterday, i came across this piece of information via huffingtonpost.com with regards to a potential nevada senator… a potential female senator for the state of nevada… a woman.

Since winning the Republican nomination in the Nevada Senate race Sharron Angle has drawn attention and controversy for a host of conservative policy prescriptions that seem well outside the political mainstream. Now, a Democratic source has passed along a radio interview she did back in January 2010 that could end up topping the list.

In an segment that has gone unnoticed since it first aired, the Tea Party-backed candidate told the Bill Manders show — a favorable platform for Republican candidates — that she opposed abortion even in cases of rape and incest. A pregnancy under those circumstances, she said, was “God’s plan.”

it should be noted that i’m not making this about the republican party v. the democratic party. my personal disgust with this woman and her public stance with regards to abortion has nothing to do with her political party. to be fair to each party however, i did visit both the nevada state democratic and republican party websites. the “top story” on the nevada republican party website does involve sharron angle, however, it does not address her opposition to abortion, so i chose not to quote it.

my issue has to do with the subject matter that is being addressed. rape. incest. abortion. god.

***again, feel free to click the little “x” to close your browser. still, no hard feelings.***

upon visiting the nevada state democratic party website, i came across this piece of information with regards to the same potential nevada senator and the same radio interview mentioned above…

When asked by conservative radio talk host Bill Manders whether she would support banning abortion even in cases of rape or incest Angle said there was no acceptable reason for an abortion because “God has a plan.”

Manders: Is there any reason at all for an abortion?

Angle: Not in my book.

Manders: So, in other words, rape and incest would not be something?

Angle: You know, I’m a Christian and I believe that God has a plan and a purpose for each one of our lives and that he can intercede in all kinds of situations and we need to have a little faith in many things.”

suffice to say, this makes me ill. absolutely ill.

so, for those of you who stuck around and did not click on the “x” and close your browser… thoughts?

i’m too tired for words… except to say that it was fantastic spending the day in NYC with these silly fools.

i’m sure their posts will be much more satisfying than this one, but i need a nap… NOW. so, i’ll just link up to their posts when i don’t need to use toothpicks to keep my eyelids open.

***UPDATED***

amy‘s post, in which she speaks to jon stewart and amy’s pic.

mary‘s post including jon stewart ass footage. hehehe…

head: it’s ok. we don’t know anything for sure. no need to panic.

heart: FUCK!!! WE DON’T KNOW ANYTHING?!?! PANIC-MODE. CODE RED. ABORT. PANIC. PANIC. CAN’T. BREATHE.

head: we’ve been through this before. keep positive thoughts. meditate… go do yoga… channel your inner strength.

heart: GODDAMMIT NOT AGAIN. HOW MANY TIMES CAN ONE DODGE A BULLET?!?!

head: we have a strong support system. we’ve been through worse. much worse. and somehow we’ve come out of that with a bit of sanity left.

heart: SUPPORT?!?! THE ONLY THING THAT CAN SUPPORT MY SANITY RIGHT NOW IS XANAX (and trader joe’s dark chocolate pretzel bark… ok and wine.) I CAN’T DO THIS. IF THIS ACTUALLY HAPPENS, LIKE REALLY HAPPENS, I’M NOT GOING TO BE ABLE TO TAKE IT. I’M NOT STRONG ENOUGH.

head: we’re not alone in this. people do this every day. things will be fine. families have been dealing with this for years. we’ll be ok.

heart: WE ARE ALONE. ENTIRELY ALONE. NO ONE “GETS IT.” THIS IS NOT OK. AND THERE’S NO END IN SIGHT. THIS JUST WILL NOT END. THIS IS GOING TO HAPPEN AGAIN AND AGAIN AND FUCKING AGAIN.

head: it’ll be ok… just repeat that to yourself. it’ll be ok… it’ll be ok. breathe in… breathe out… it’ll be ok.

heart: THIS IS NOT OK. WHERE’S MY DAMN PAPER BAG?!??! I CAN’T BREATHE.

head: there’s nothing you can do anyways. you have no control over this. what happens is going to happen for a reason. you may not understand the reason, but you have to trust. it’s not doing you or anyone else any good to dwell on it.

heart: THERE IS NOTHING I CAN DO. NO. THING. I’M HELPLESS.

head: we’ve known this was a possibility. this has always been a possibility. this will continue to be a possibility until he’s out. we are no more safe from this situation than anyone else.

heart: I WANT TO BE SELFISH. THIS IS MY FAMILY. OUR LIVES. THE POSSIBILITY IS FUCKING WITH OUR LIVES. IT’S HERE… ON OUR DOORSTEP AND REPEATEDLY RINGING THE BELL. I DON’T WANT TO OPEN THE DOOR. LOCK IT. BARRICADE IT. KEEP US TOGETHER. INSIDE. SAFE. TOGETHER.

head: i need to be strong for jackson. i need to be strong for our family. rock = me.

heart: I’M TIRED. I’M SCARED. I’M FALLING.

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i’m not in a good place right now, obviously. please keep my family in your thoughts or prayers (if you are of the praying kind… right now, i can’t figure out if i am or not.) more than anything, please hope that things going on in and around our world improve… a lot of people need a lot of things to improve… more than just me and my family.

ok, so i’m on the porch of my friend’s new home, facing the water, sipping coffee… and sweating like a pig because they are still getting air conditioners installed. it’s a GREAT home and totally reminded me of our home in jacksonville that i miss so desperately. i think i love this home and i’m so excited for my friend because i know she will truly make it THEIR HOME.

our first house was a train wreck when we moved in it. seriously, it looked as though a train had wrecked inside of the house. paul thought i was nuts (duh!!!) and i was all “oh look at the potential… we could paint this… and knock out this wall… and landscape here…” and paul was all ::WONKY EYE:: “are you fucking kidding me?!?” but over time, we made it our own and redid every single room.

so, i’m on my friend’s porch, dripping with under-the-boob-sweat, and our little men are playing together and scaring the family cat and my friend and i start discussing potty training. her little boy is 2 and some change and jackson just turned 2 at the end of april and apparently once you hit the 2 year mark, you start talking potty shit.

we’re not “training” like reading books and going sans diaper and sticker charting and big boy underpants, yet… jackson has a potty that he likes and he sits on it when either paul or i are on our toilet. jackson LOVES to give you toilet paper and LOVES to flush. cuz ya know, that’s a very satisfying feeling, to flush the toilet and watch the contents go down the drain.

my friend’s potty “training” is similar as of now, and this summer, she plans to tackle it a little more strategically. so yay for that.

at this point in our convo, she tells me that she has a friend who potty trained her 18 month old. cool. groovy. major props. i couldn’t do it… but i applaud you, my friend’s friend.

she then asks me the question that caused me to nearly drop my coffee cup…

“have you heard of those moms who potty train their infants? like their baby-babies?”

my silence and eyes popping out of my sockets cued her to continue… and she told me of someone she knew who had informed her of how she had her baby (BABY) potty trained at 4 months of age.

WHUT THE WHUT WHUT?!?!??!

my friend, not at all surprised by my surprise, goes into explicit yet informative detail about how her friend had picked up on cues and facial expressions her baby would make that were indicative of an oncoming bowel movement.

ok, i’m with ya… nodding head… recalling jackson’s scrunched up face and grunts…

my friend then tells me that after witnessing those cues from her baby, the mother then held her 4 month old over the toilet and that was how the child was potty trained.

WHUT THE WHUT WHUT?!!?!

so THEN my friend tells me that after her friend relayed this info to her, she started looking info up and found out that blossom… you remember blossom… the tv show… teenage chick who wore the denim hat with the big ass flower on it all the time… had a best friend named six… ok, i’m getting off track. ok, well, blossom apparently did this with her baby(ies) i don’t know how many children blossom has… AND since no underwear is made to fit infants (BECAUSE THEY’RE USUALLY IN DIAPERS) she made loin cloths for her baby(ies) in lieu of underwear.

alright, so if blossom can do this, i’m totally trying it out with our next kid, because then i figure by the time that kid is crawling, having been totally potty trained by 4 months of age via loin cloth underwear, i can train him/her to uncork a bottle of wine… or at the very least, start the coffee brewing in the early morning hours.

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i considered vlogging this post for a split second and then the amount of kleenex i have gone through since returning from the dominican back to the land of endless pollen got the better of me.

trust me, you’re better off this way too.

that being said, yes, i am back. and i appreciate those of you who have emailed, tweeted and sent me love on facebook wondering why i have only posted once since coming home from vacay.

no, i have not been on the toilet, shitting endlessly on my home throne.

my site was hacked.

hacked.

i don’t even know what that means entirely, but it’s not pretty.

nor is the pollen count here in maryland.

*ACHOO*

so i guess what i’m trying to say is that i am here, on twitter, gchatting, skyping and whatnot. i’m still writing posts (actually with pen and paper. IMAGINE THAT!!!) and once my blog has a functioning heartbeat again and comes out of surgery, i will get back to my regular posting.

until then, this precious place of mine is in the brilliant and trusted hands of @PrincessJenn who is busily fixing, debugging, saving my posts, figuring out messed up databasing, and prettyfying my blog.

if you scope things out around here and start thinking “when did nic begin writing in tongues?” don’t worry too much. things are going to look a little different, be a little different and better in time.

thanks for sticking with me, dear ones.

i’m here. i’m back. i promise.

i’ve just been hacked.

no biggie… it’s not like i’ve shared every moment of my son’s life on here, or anything astoundingly personal.

jenn’s got my back… and my blog.

send good vibes puhlease.

ok, i’m going to find more kleenex, take more tablespoons of honey, make some tea and search for eye drops in the hopes that i don’t continue looking like i’m high as a kite on allergy medicine.

be glad i didn’t vlog this post. be very glad.

pollen sucks.

so does being hacked.

SETTING: our bedroom, paul is putting his watch on, getting ready to leave for work. i’m a lazy ass and still in bed.

me: ((((stretch and yawn)))) “hun, i uh… have a confession to make…”

hub: “…… yeah?”

me: “i had a dream that i made out with taye diggs…”

hub: mild chuckle “uh huh…”

me: “yeah, and we made out cuz i was on the set of private practice.”

hub approaches me in all my stinky, morning, haven’t brushed my teeth, didn’t shower yesterday glory. he leans over, smooches my forehead (thank jeebus it wasn’t my mouth because i HATE morning mouth kisses before brushed teeth.)

me: “sorry…”

hub: chuckle continues “as long as i’m the only one you’re making out with in real life…”

me: “ok…”

END SCENE.

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sorry taye (i can call you taye, right?) guess i’ll just be seeing you in my dreams.

ps- CALL ME!!!! (((wink)))

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do you and your partner have a “if so and so shows up at the door, i can leave you” understanding?

who is in your celebrity make out dreams?

do you feel guilty for having make out dreams of someone other than your partner?

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if you dream of taye diggs, don’t tell me… he’s mine.