It's been a min, but it is back. Well for now.
Take a survey on activism.
Sad things can happen to women who try to fend off idiots.
Should women be allowed to play boy sports?
I love science. Does this make me a man?
McCain can't even fend off Ellen. Haha
More sex ed myths debunked. AND people who like to shame people into staying virginal.
Sign the petition to stop fear mongering from stupid people like Bill O'Reilly.
How I fell in love... How am I just now finding out about this site?
Thursday, May 29, 2008
Wednesday, May 28, 2008
Monday, May 26, 2008
Musical Monday: Stomp
This one is for you momma...and Alec in the back seat jammin...and why not include our partner in crime, Sam.
Friday, May 23, 2008
Funny Friday: Margaret Cho
This goes out to my girl...I saw the look on your face when mine exploded =)
*Warning, could be offensive. Do not watch at work.
*Warning, could be offensive. Do not watch at work.
Thursday, May 22, 2008
Tuesday, May 13, 2008
Monday, May 12, 2008
Musical Monday: Mope
Nothing makes me happier than hearing a song that brings back memories of foolishness.
Listen and be merry!
Listen and be merry!
Friday, May 9, 2008
Mother's Day.
It's not everyday that something brings me to tears. This did. It helped me put my mind a peace, for now. Hope it can do the same for you.
Invisible Mother.....
It all began to make sense, the blank stares, the lack of response, the
way one of the kids will walk into the room while I'm on the phone and
ask to be taken to the store. Inside I'm thinking, 'Can't you see I'm
on the phone?' Obviously not; no one can see if I'm on the phone, or
cooking, or sweeping the floor, or even standing on my head in the
corner, because no one can see me at all. I'm invisible. The invisible
Mom. Some days I am only a pair of hands, nothing more: Can you fix
this ? Can you tie this? Can you open this??
Some days I'm not a pair of hands; I'm not even a human being. I'm a
clock to ask, 'What time is it?' I'm a satellite guide to answer, 'What
number is the Disney Channel?' I'm a car to order, 'Right around 5:30,
please.'
I was certain that these were the hands that once held books and the
eyes that studied history and the mind that graduated summa cum laude -
but now they had disappeared into the peanut butter, never to be seen
again. She's going, she's going, she's gone!?
One night, a group of us were having dinner, celebrating the return of
a friend from England. Janice had just gotten back from a fabulous
trip, and she was going on and on about the hotel she stayed in. I was
sitting there, looking around at the others all put together so well.
It was hard not to compare and feel sorry for myself.
I was feeling
pretty pathetic, when Janice turned to me with a beautifully wrapped
package, and said, 'I brought you this.' It was a book on the great
cathedrals of Europe. I wasn't exactly sure why she'd given it to me
until I read her inscription:
'To Charlotte, with admiration for the greatness of what you are
building when no one sees.'
In the days ahead I would read - no, devour - the book. And I would
discover what would become for me, four life-changing truths, after
which I could pattern my work: No one can say who built the great
cathedrals - we have no record of their names. These builders gave
their whole lives for a work they would never see finished. They made
great sacrifices and expected no credit. The passion of their building
was fueled by their faith that the eyes of God saw everything.
A legendary story in the book told of a rich man who came to visit the
cathedral while it was being built, and he saw a workman carving a tiny
bird on the inside of a beam. He was puzzled and asked the man, 'Why
are you spending so much time carving that bird into a beam that will
be covered by the roof, No one will ever see it. And the workman
replied, 'Because God sees.'
I closed the book, feeling the missing piece fall into place. It was
almost as if I heard God whispering to me, 'I see you, Charlotte. I see
the sacrifices you make every day, even when no one around you does. No
act of kindness you've done, no sequin you've sewn on, no cupcake
you've baked, is too small for me to notice and smile over. You are
building a great cathedral, but you can't see right now what it will
become.
At times, my invisibility feels like an affliction. But it is not a
disease that is erasing my life. It is the cure for the disease of my
own self-centeredness. It is the antidote to my strong, stubborn pride.
I keep the right perspective when I see myself as a great builder. As
one of the people who show up at a job that they will never see
finished, to work on something that their name will never be on. The
writer of the book went so far as to say that no cathedrals could ever
be built in our lifetime because there are so few people willing to
sacrifice to that degree.
When I really think about it, I don't want my son to tell the friend
he's bringing home from college for Thanksgiving, 'My Mom gets up at 4
in the morning and bakes homemade pies, and then she hand bastes a
turkey for three hours and presses all the linens for the table.' That
would mean I'd built a shrine or a monument to myself. I just want him
to want to come home. And then, if there is anything more to say to his
friend, to add, 'You're gonna love it there.'
As mothers, we are building great cathedrals. We cannot be seen if
we're doing it right. And one day, it is very possible that the world
will marvel, not only at what we have built, but at the beauty that has
been added to the world by the sacrifices of invisible women.
Invisible Mother.....
It all began to make sense, the blank stares, the lack of response, the
way one of the kids will walk into the room while I'm on the phone and
ask to be taken to the store. Inside I'm thinking, 'Can't you see I'm
on the phone?' Obviously not; no one can see if I'm on the phone, or
cooking, or sweeping the floor, or even standing on my head in the
corner, because no one can see me at all. I'm invisible. The invisible
Mom. Some days I am only a pair of hands, nothing more: Can you fix
this ? Can you tie this? Can you open this??
Some days I'm not a pair of hands; I'm not even a human being. I'm a
clock to ask, 'What time is it?' I'm a satellite guide to answer, 'What
number is the Disney Channel?' I'm a car to order, 'Right around 5:30,
please.'
I was certain that these were the hands that once held books and the
eyes that studied history and the mind that graduated summa cum laude -
but now they had disappeared into the peanut butter, never to be seen
again. She's going, she's going, she's gone!?
One night, a group of us were having dinner, celebrating the return of
a friend from England. Janice had just gotten back from a fabulous
trip, and she was going on and on about the hotel she stayed in. I was
sitting there, looking around at the others all put together so well.
It was hard not to compare and feel sorry for myself.
I was feelingpretty pathetic, when Janice turned to me with a beautifully wrapped
package, and said, 'I brought you this.' It was a book on the great
cathedrals of Europe. I wasn't exactly sure why she'd given it to me
until I read her inscription:
'To Charlotte, with admiration for the greatness of what you are
building when no one sees.'
In the days ahead I would read - no, devour - the book. And I would
discover what would become for me, four life-changing truths, after
which I could pattern my work: No one can say who built the great
cathedrals - we have no record of their names. These builders gave
their whole lives for a work they would never see finished. They made
great sacrifices and expected no credit. The passion of their building
was fueled by their faith that the eyes of God saw everything.
A legendary story in the book told of a rich man who came to visit the
cathedral while it was being built, and he saw a workman carving a tiny
bird on the inside of a beam. He was puzzled and asked the man, 'Why
are you spending so much time carving that bird into a beam that will
be covered by the roof, No one will ever see it. And the workman
replied, 'Because God sees.'
I closed the book, feeling the missing piece fall into place. It was
almost as if I heard God whispering to me, 'I see you, Charlotte. I see
the sacrifices you make every day, even when no one around you does. No
act of kindness you've done, no sequin you've sewn on, no cupcake
you've baked, is too small for me to notice and smile over. You are
building a great cathedral, but you can't see right now what it will
become.
At times, my invisibility feels like an affliction. But it is not a
disease that is erasing my life. It is the cure for the disease of my
own self-centeredness. It is the antidote to my strong, stubborn pride.
I keep the right perspective when I see myself as a great builder. As
one of the people who show up at a job that they will never see
finished, to work on something that their name will never be on. The
writer of the book went so far as to say that no cathedrals could ever
be built in our lifetime because there are so few people willing to
sacrifice to that degree.
When I really think about it, I don't want my son to tell the friend
he's bringing home from college for Thanksgiving, 'My Mom gets up at 4
in the morning and bakes homemade pies, and then she hand bastes a
turkey for three hours and presses all the linens for the table.' That
would mean I'd built a shrine or a monument to myself. I just want him
to want to come home. And then, if there is anything more to say to his
friend, to add, 'You're gonna love it there.'
As mothers, we are building great cathedrals. We cannot be seen if
we're doing it right. And one day, it is very possible that the world
will marvel, not only at what we have built, but at the beauty that has
been added to the world by the sacrifices of invisible women.
Wednesday, May 7, 2008
Monday, May 5, 2008
Musical Monday: Doginabag
Because you can't be sad while listening to the Fratellis!
Well you got so good,
You live for the action,
Used to be a husband now you got yourself some satisfaction,
A dog in a bag and a bone.
But you're lost in the rain,
21 million miles from home.
You got brand new shoes,
A healthy fixation,
Atomic heart and a two for one education.
You're breaking my heart all the way.
With your dog in a bag I need your madness just to get through the day.
... o clock.
Too hot to sleep,
A rotten taste in my mouth,
And my eyes are deep.
There's nothing much really going on out here,
I'm holding on for dear life and one more beer.
I guess you could say it's a sick little show,
A bottle of troubles and a bed full of woe
It's easy to see without looking too far, you have to be a saint to be as sick as you are.
Half the world's asleep,
The rest of them are dreaming.
God forbid if you forget to close the door as you're leaving.
I hate to see you in a bind.
With a dog in a bag, sleeping next to your ridiculous mind.
With a dog in a bag, sleeping next to your ridiculous mind.
With a dog in a bag, sleeping next to your ridiculous mind
Well you got so good,
You live for the action,
Used to be a husband now you got yourself some satisfaction,
A dog in a bag and a bone.
But you're lost in the rain,
21 million miles from home.
You got brand new shoes,
A healthy fixation,
Atomic heart and a two for one education.
You're breaking my heart all the way.
With your dog in a bag I need your madness just to get through the day.
... o clock.
Too hot to sleep,
A rotten taste in my mouth,
And my eyes are deep.
There's nothing much really going on out here,
I'm holding on for dear life and one more beer.
I guess you could say it's a sick little show,
A bottle of troubles and a bed full of woe
It's easy to see without looking too far, you have to be a saint to be as sick as you are.
Half the world's asleep,
The rest of them are dreaming.
God forbid if you forget to close the door as you're leaving.
I hate to see you in a bind.
With a dog in a bag, sleeping next to your ridiculous mind.
With a dog in a bag, sleeping next to your ridiculous mind.
With a dog in a bag, sleeping next to your ridiculous mind
Thursday, May 1, 2008
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