My very first chosen fellow Etsian!! :)

'Morning everyone! :)


Here is the opener for my featured-fellow-etsian-of-the-week! Her name is Brandy and she's the coolest mama!!!!

Enjoy and partake!!!



With love,
i.

i just looove the internetS

I really ought to consider getting my GRE and applying for the Masters of Internet Technology at UGA. The more I play around with templates' code, and styles and such, the giddier I get.

With such baby steps of mine, I've managed to get the Etsy mini thing configured, weeeeeeeeee!!! I just like finding I can mess with the code given to do what I want. I can't imagine knowing what code to use for what already, imagine what fun!?!!!

In the spirit of sharing and promoting fellow etsians, I believe I'll do a 'featured etsy shop of the week' of random stuff i enjoyed looking. Look for the first installment, tomorrow, and every Thursday after that (if I manage to remember, hahahaaa)


Hope you like the new look! :)

i.

People who can vote, please read!

Of my fave chain emails, lately...lol! Enjoy!

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To be a Republican you need to believe:

1. Jesus loves you, and shares your hatred of homosexuals and Hillary Clinton.

2. Saddam was a good guy when Reagan armed him, a bad guy when Bush's Daddy made war on him , a good guy when Cheney did business with him, and a bad guy when Bush needed a 'we can't find Bin Laden' diversion.

3. Trade with Cuba is wrong because the country is Communist, but trade with China and Viet Nam is vital to a spirit of international harmony.

4. The United States should get out of the United Nations, and our highest national priority is enforcing U.N. resolutions against Iraq.

5. A woman can't be trusted with decisions about her own body, but multinational drug corporations can make decisions affecting all mankind without regulation.

6. The best way to improve military morale is to praise the troops in speeches, while slashing veterans' benefits and combat pay.

7. If condoms are kept out of schools, adolescents won't have sex.

8. A good way to fight terrorism is to belittle our longtime allies, then demand their cooperation and money.

9. Providing health care to all Iraqis is sound policy, but providing health care to all Americans is socialism. HMO's and insurance companies have the best interests of the public at heart.

10. Global warming and tobacco's link to cancer are junk science, but creationism should be taught in schools.

11. A president lying about an extramarital affair is an impeachable offense, but a president lying to enlist support for a war in which tens of thousands die is solid defense policy.

12. Government should limit itself to the powers named in the Constitution, which include banning gay marriages and censoring the Internet.

13. Being a drug addict is a moral failing and a crime, unless you're a conservative radio host. Then it's an illness and you need our prayers for your recovery.

14. You support 'Executive Privilege' for every Republican ever born, who will be born or who might be born (in perpetuity.)

15. Support hunters who shoot their friends and blame them for wearing orange vests similar to those worn by the quail.

If you do or don't send this to at least 10 other people, we're likely to be stuck with more Republicans in '08.

Friends don't let friends vote Republican!

If there was ever a good one....

"...out of the mouth of babes:"
-"People thought that boys would not keep themselves clean if they weren't circumcised,"

-a mother answered when her intact son asked why circumcisions were done.

- Her little 5 year old said,

"Well, thats dumb mom!! What are they gonna do? Cut their butts off too?!"

(Found at Mothers Against Circ)

NoCirc has it, that circumcision actually begun as a preventative measure to masturbation. From their site:

"...circumcision began during the 1800's to prevent masturbation, which was believed to cause disease."

BWAHAHAHAAAA - I mean, seriously, what the hell are we thinking in the year 2008???

Sorry, a tangent on an ultra-guilty pleasure of mine (and yes, dh's too - a la back-in-the-day-when-you-could- actually-pull-it-off-times, yk...? ): an all-nighter full of adhesion research alongside my beloved husband who's relentlessly working on syllabi and material needs for the brand-spanking new atelier in which he gets to teach for the first time, after months/years of planning and waiting for it, TODAY! yayyy!!! :P

All of my [apparently not-so-humble nor subtle on this post or as usual? :P] opinions aside, I find extremely important to arm ourselves with information (yes, on all sides! jeez) before we make such an unnecessary - at best- and brutally drastic -at worse?- decision as it is to circumcise. Check out, if you will, the two pages I linked if you haven't been there already. I'm hoping it might provoke a second thought, maybe even dissuade someone, but at the very least, I'd like to think I have facilitated a more informed decision, otherwise and ideally, on the matter.

Thanks for reading, whoever you are. :)

happiness of the year

(photo by Max Fisher, 2007 !!!)

I was lying down with Emma for bed-time a couple of nights ago. She was nuzzling and I was kissing her forehead when I asked her:

Me: Did you have a nice day today, Em?

Emma: -With you I did, mami.

(not paraphrasing, i promise)

<<<<<SPEECHLESS, SILENT, AND MOST JOYFUL FLOOD OF INCREDIBLE LOVE INSIDE ME>>>>>>

The Unberable Lightness of [E-]Being...

I keep wondering what this space is about (kinda like i did when I read Kundera's book, for which I titled this post, at a pretty young age, i guess around 15. thankfully, i read it again. i just love MK. but my favorite is El libro de los amores ridiculos or Laughable Loves - I put it in Spanish because it sounds so much prettier. No offense English speakers, such is the case with other words in English or even French). Literally, from Spanish to English, it's The Book of Ridiculous Love. See? Isn't that nicer? I know, I'm such a nerd and possibly even a bad translator, LMAO).

Anyway, sorry, but I wanted to let those who didn't know Kundera, hopefully, be happily enlightened. I love him!

I began this blog with the thought of emptying my mind of my thoughts. Yes, that way at least I'd leave my brain with different ones.

But at some point, right before my journey into blog-world, someone made me paranoid. Justifiably so, I keep thinking, for at least two reasons in my head. Or at least, it's had me oscillate between that and the fact that who the hell cares what I write or don't write.

But then the thought of my mother finding my innermost parenting thoughts just blows my mind with utter laziness to deal with the consequences. Only because I assume, from past experience that is, that she and I not always -or rather almost never- can communicate our feelings and opinions in a civilized manner at best. And at worst, the outcome will be hurting each other's feelings -even if involuntarily. This would absolutely kill me because that would never ever be my intention, and that's why we don't have parenting discussions often. To give us credit where it's due (and not to toot our own horn, lol), we have managed to stop the conversation before it gets where we clearly will differ (sometimes more gracefully than others, but wth -this is still progress considering our history).

The other paranoid reason I had to not pour out such innermost feelings and thoughts is a prospective employer. Not because I'd be afraid of say, not being hired (well, certainly it would have a percentage in the paranoia, who would I be kidding), but the plain principle of my employer knowing me so well (and most likely not a depth I'd like to share of myself in a relationship with such entity, I don't think) is the main reason I'd be hesitant for them to see. But I'm not as paranoically (is that a word? i take it it's not by the red line the SC'er just made. oh well, i tried) affected by this one as I am with the former one, probably because most of my philosophical mind journeys involve mostly my children and myself growing together.

And lastly, but ever so freaky, are well, the e-freaks. Someone just plain getting off on my kids in a fucked up way. That would truly freak me out. Hmm, denial might be a good venue for this one right about NOW.

I wonder how this post itself will manifest to my [not] being or [not] e-being.

Whew, just had to ramble this off my chest.

But to leave this post with a warmer thought :P, I am sooooooooooooo excited my Dad will be coming to visit this Saturday. Oh how I love him. I am sure it's not an easy task as my parent, but holy shit, he manages to keep his cool when I do approach my parental/existential and newly-adapted philosophies. Hell, he'll listen with a complete open mind AND heart. We also manage to talk about those other possible nasty feelings so that they do not materialize. He truly inspires me to be the parent I want to be.

OMG so here we go - not that my mother isn't/wasn't the best parent I could have had. She completely is, we just go about it in a more belligerent way. That's all. :)

Ok, but what was the ending supposed to be? LMAO. Yes, can't wait to finish cleaning up 7 years of shit (at least) for this upcoming lovely Saturday night.

(whomever it is that happens to read this: wow. thanks for your time! :) )

crayon cupcakes

Hi! (i always wonder who it is i greet, lmao. one of my 16 personalities, probably!?)

Remember the neat-o idea for those little pieces of crayon one finds everywhere? (especially at your heel, where they hurt so much? :P) This is the cool site where I found the idea, and we tried it out! :)

Here they are on their way to become a different kind of crayon! I am not sure why i wanted to post about this, i think it's that i really enjoyed looking at the colors. Lots of colors! Crayons and cup thingies together.





And find them here after their transformation. Ok, so not great, but it was a good start! More crayons and probably the fat kind would be better, I think. Maybe baked at different intervals? Also, they mixed in a funny way.







Some colors went to the bottom, period. so they look like half-dipped reese's cups :P

E&M were so fun about them. BTW they had a great time peeling the pieces and putting them in the cups! Then they pretended to eat them, and Emma made shapes and she finally called it a caterpillar and at some other final point, train track. (ok, those are the 2 last ones that i remembered!)

I think they'd work fine for party favors, I'm just not quite there yet! :P