moore dictators, less milk, and a nugget of doubt
tonight we're going to see SICKO, a new michael moore documentary. i can't wait. his documentaries make me so smart; i feel like i took a crash course in "government 101: behind the oval" or some such thing as that after i watch them. the thing with premieres is that the movie is going to be good, but that stressful red carpet gamut must be run first. i'm going to use our new theory: i shall see it, i causing me to attract it, and then it will be. so i 'm going to see me getting down that carpet without tripping, burping, or making a general ass of myself. ooh, i wonder if michael moore will be there. dear heavens, don't let me say something stupid....
i've sent about 115 postcards to nancy p. they should start piling up on someone's desk about now.... i'm still wondering what to do... cheney has now said he's (more or less) a dictator: he is in charge, so he doesn't have to follow laws. then bushtard came out and said the same shit. we, the good ol' US of A, are losing democracy to a dictatorship of drunks. i am hoping someone dons a superhero suit soon and swoops us all from in front of this speeding train filled with wars. i've started praying for bush to be gone, cheney too, and for the wars to be made peaceful. praying. i don't think i believed in praying until recently. perhaps because recently i've witnessed the fruition of so many dreams (mine and others), which gives me raging hope. i just know, deep down, there is NO WAY the public is going to watch this much longer. right?
weaning. how come there's no support group for mothers whose babies wean waaay before their mommy's planned on it? i suppose it works out fine, as i have a deep freezer stocked with pumped milk for months to come. pumping at giant stadium at the global concert, with millions of people milling about, perhaps a razzi here or there... yeah. it's time to let go soon. *sigh* my fellow maternal friends are envious of my soon-to-be freedom. "she would have nursed to kidnergarten!" one exclaimed of her daughter's enthusiasm for nursing. i admit, i was a little envious, until i imagined "snack time" at school in five years, with my breasts flowing milk, the aereolas staring at the children on their cots as i nurse my twins. not really the picture of mother-daughter/mother-son bonding i'm looking for..... so, i say to myself: everything is meant to be, including when my children wean themselves, and trying to force my boob down their throat is not going to make for any sort of healthy appropriate relationship. that only works on my wife. did i say that out loud?
and the truth about my lack of blogging is that my self-censorship is waaaaay hyper right now. and i hate that. i'll get over it. i will. i will take some great fridge-magnet advice that peers at me from its home leaning up against my toothbrush holder... it says something along the lines of "hey- if you don't have the answers to your issue today, it's okay... live the questions, and one day you'll find yourself unknowingly living the answers" or something like that. so i'm living my questions out loud, i guess. can i blog without clothes on? i hope so.
when one cannot find courage within, where does one go to find it?
i've sent about 115 postcards to nancy p. they should start piling up on someone's desk about now.... i'm still wondering what to do... cheney has now said he's (more or less) a dictator: he is in charge, so he doesn't have to follow laws. then bushtard came out and said the same shit. we, the good ol' US of A, are losing democracy to a dictatorship of drunks. i am hoping someone dons a superhero suit soon and swoops us all from in front of this speeding train filled with wars. i've started praying for bush to be gone, cheney too, and for the wars to be made peaceful. praying. i don't think i believed in praying until recently. perhaps because recently i've witnessed the fruition of so many dreams (mine and others), which gives me raging hope. i just know, deep down, there is NO WAY the public is going to watch this much longer. right?
weaning. how come there's no support group for mothers whose babies wean waaay before their mommy's planned on it? i suppose it works out fine, as i have a deep freezer stocked with pumped milk for months to come. pumping at giant stadium at the global concert, with millions of people milling about, perhaps a razzi here or there... yeah. it's time to let go soon. *sigh* my fellow maternal friends are envious of my soon-to-be freedom. "she would have nursed to kidnergarten!" one exclaimed of her daughter's enthusiasm for nursing. i admit, i was a little envious, until i imagined "snack time" at school in five years, with my breasts flowing milk, the aereolas staring at the children on their cots as i nurse my twins. not really the picture of mother-daughter/mother-son bonding i'm looking for..... so, i say to myself: everything is meant to be, including when my children wean themselves, and trying to force my boob down their throat is not going to make for any sort of healthy appropriate relationship. that only works on my wife. did i say that out loud?
and the truth about my lack of blogging is that my self-censorship is waaaaay hyper right now. and i hate that. i'll get over it. i will. i will take some great fridge-magnet advice that peers at me from its home leaning up against my toothbrush holder... it says something along the lines of "hey- if you don't have the answers to your issue today, it's okay... live the questions, and one day you'll find yourself unknowingly living the answers" or something like that. so i'm living my questions out loud, i guess. can i blog without clothes on? i hope so.
when one cannot find courage within, where does one go to find it?
posted by Tammy, midwestern girl/Mom | 26.6.07
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