Tuesday, December 11, 2007

Fetus Gifts - Just in Time for the Holidays

Oh, the things I come across at work...

Via: MissPoppy.com

Unborn Baby Ornament - US Troop Model

Protect our troops - from the womb to the war. What if the fetus you were going to abort would grow up to be a soldier bringing democracy to a godless dictatorship?

Plastic replica of an 11-12 week old fetus, 3" long, holding a firearm in its precious little hand, with an assortment of other military paraphernalia, encased in a translucent plastic ornament, with a patriotic yellow ribbon on top. Includes a metal ornament hanger. If only a womb were this safe, attractive and reasonably priced!

Show that you support the "culture of life" by buying and proudly displaying one of these patriotic unborn Americans.

Also available in a "Brown" model

Note to the confused:This is a real product, from a real site. The product is a satire, but it is also a real product - FOR SALE. This is a real store.

$ 14.95

Tuesday, December 4, 2007

Southbound 35...to hell?

I don’t know if I’m more disturbed or entertained by this.

I came across an article today about the “Highway of Holiness” campaign in which a group of Christians are holding prayer vigils and "purity sieges" to save those at bars, gay clubs and abortion clinics in cities along I-35 from Laredo to Duluth. The group claims the highway is specifically mentioned in the Bible and it is their job to reclaim it for Christ.

According to Light The Highway, the worldwide movement is driving thousands to prayer on the interstate. Christians said the Old Testament's book of Isaiah prophesizes I-35 will be the United States' "Highway of Holiness."

Still, all hope isn't lost: other Christians even think this campaign is a little off:

Pastor Greg McDonell of Central Presbyterian Church advertises a congregation accepting of all, including homosexuals. McDonell said though he loves all his Christian brothers and sisters, the Isaiah connection to I-35 is not only absurd, but the movement is misguided. He said so much prayer should go toward helping those who are hungry and sick.

Read the full story here: http://www.kxan.com/Global/story.asp?S=7446247&nav=0s3d

It's late and I'm feeling so tired...having trouble sleeping...

Life is full of beautiful complications. You’d think I’d be used to it by now, but more and more I can’t fight the feeling that I just don’t know the rules. I feel like my friend Adrian who once evaded a ticket from an undercover TABC officer breaking up a party at his apartment by explaining that “he was not from this country…he didn’t know the rules.” Years later I can still hear him saying those words, and lately I find myself laughing inside and crying out “I don’t know the rules.”

How did I get here? Where am I going? If only I could pick a course and focus…but I am driven to distraction.

Thursday, November 22, 2007

Just 10 months since my last post...

It has officially been one year since I moved to DC, and while I have been remiss in updating my blog, it has been a busy year. Yet, of all the things I have in my life, I still don’t have balance.

I have an amazing job. I believe in what I am doing and am challenged by the work. I feel like myself again. For so long I held jobs where I was miserable and didn’t care about what I was doing. I went to work to log in my 8 hours and watched the clock the entire time. I wasn’t inspired to go above what was expected and I wasn’t the woman I wanted to be. And while things are great on that front, as the saying goes: “you can’t have it all.”

It’s Thanksgiving and for the first time in years I didn’t eat the traditional turkey with family or friends. In fact, it’s just me, Mr. Big, and a bottle of wine. It’s funny how one part of your life can be so great and headed in the right direction, and the rest so stunted.

Wednesday, January 24, 2007

Celebrating Roe in DC

Monday marked the 34th anniversary of Roe v. Wade, the landmark Supreme Court case that legalized abortion. One of the cool parts of my job is I get to go to lots of events this week around DC to celebrate.

On Monday I went to a vigil on the steps of the Supreme Court. It snowed in DC Sunday night so we were surrounded by the remnants of snow and a group of very obnoxious anti-choice protestors. After the vigil, we went to a Capitol Hill wine bar for a reception featuring Kathleen Turner. We were so excited and when we arrived Ms. Turner was mingling throughout the crowd. Nervously we got drinks and contemplated what we should do and say if by chance we were able to speak with her. Much to our surprise and delight, she actually came over to us and just started talking about the protestors gathered outside the bar. It was so cool! I have to say she isn’t as tall as I imagined from seeing her play Chandler’s dad on Friends, but she looks exactly like she does on screen. And that trademark voice is real. We found ourselves standing near her just to listen to her speak. Everything she does is dramatic – she flips her hair like it is a great effort, she speaks her mind and is really quite a presence.

Ms. Turner was amazingly nice and just talked to us about protestors and her day visiting Nancy Pelosi and other representatives on the Hill. As much as we wanted to be natural, we couldn’t help but be star struck. I made the decision that we just weren’t going to be ultra cool and so we asked her to pose for a picture. We got one quick shot and luckily we are all smiling with our eyes open. I love the shot – in fact, we are all framing copies for our offices! Nerds, I know.

Part of my job is blogging and this week I personally wrote a blog about Monday’s Roe activities for my organization. You can view it and the accompanying pictures at www.prochoice.org/blog.

Monday, January 22, 2007

At least I’m not an idiot-stick-figure-with-no-soul…

If you know me or have ever met my dog (my Pomeranian Mr. Big), you may have heard me mention my love of all things "Sex and the City." My friends and I followed the show and I have a collection of SATC memorabilia, a vast knowledge of the show’s characters and what some might term an obsession with the series. In some ways I really relate to the show’s main character – I even have a wifebeater that reads, "I’m a Carrie."

No, I don’t have $40,000 worth of shoes (I work at a non-profit people), nor have I dated my way through Manhattan, but I do understand being difficult and clumsy and wanting so much to just be simple and graceful.

In one of my favorite episodes, Carrie ends the show by saying "I will never be the woman with the perfect hair, who can wear white and not spill on it, and chair committees, and write thank you notes, and I can't feel bad about that." That quote pretty much sums up my life.

I think I am a fairly fun person. I was recently joking with Wes that I am "hours of entertainment." I was surprised that he actually agreed and when I pressed him for examples of how I can be so damn entertaining, his answer supported the fact that no matter how hard I try, I’m not one of those neat, "put together," perfect type of girls. He said, "give you a bowl of red pasta and a white shirt." Not exactly what I was thinking. I was hoping he would say I’m fun when I’m dancing, or my witty banter is engaging, but he highlighted one of my quirks. If you’ve ever eaten with me, you know I have a tendency to spill, dribble, or drip. In college it was the stuff of comedy. People used to say, "If you feed them they will grow" in reference to the crumbs on my breasts.

Sure, I can see how it is cute and endearing, but I have always wanted the poise and grace I so definitely lack. I am the girl that trips over her own feet all the time. If there is a way for me to do something embarrassing, I find it. Sometimes I look for the candid camera because there is just no way that I can believe this is my real life.

So on that note, I decided to start this blog. I know I have been lapse in communicating since I moved to DC, and I do want to be better. This is my small attempt at sharing my life with friends across the country. I may not be able to walk around Dupont Circle without tripping over my own ballet flats, but I can type and tell others all about my missteps and adventures.