Thursday, January 31, 2008
Once he had stopped he looked at me in his side mirror and then drove away.
Now of course he was going like 3 miles an hour so the car wasn't hurt, the baby wasn't hurt and I wasn't hurt but still! He should have apologized and asked if I was okay. Dude, that's the courteous thing to do.
I was right in front of the courthouse and I quickly looked to see if a cop had witnessed the incident but alas, no. Darn.
Monday, January 28, 2008
Saturday while I was a work Travis painted, put down the temporary carpet, hung the door and moved all our furniture into the room. It's absolutely wonderful!
Also on Saturday I had a check-up with our midwife, Bernice. She moved my due date back to April 30th, which means that I am not yet 27 weeks pregnant.
- my protein levels were good
- my blood pressure was good
- my glucose levels were good
- I'm not supposed to eat sweets or white flour products because I'm getting too fat. Those weren't her words, but they're true.
In my defense I am a much better eater when I have a stove to make my own dinner instead of eating out or from the microwave so much. And this weekend we will be getting stove so things should be improving.
Thursday, January 24, 2008
Wednesday, January 23, 2008
Okay, more than a little distasteful.
As a woman and a mother I have a pretty big issue with the whole concept of "let's freeze my eggs so when I die in Iraq you can still have a baby with me, and a part of me will last forever." I don't want children to remind me of Travis or to be my little Travis if he dies - I want children for the sake of each child, for who they are as individuals and expressions of love.
And please, someone tell me this is wrong (and granted I got it from a tv show) but is the law in NY really that a baby is not a person until he takes his first breath?
Tuesday, January 22, 2008
Educate yourself on what abortion is, how it is done, why it is done, how often it is done, how babies develop in the womb and how its legalization has correlated with statistics in rapes, STDs, sexual activity, teenage pregnancies, divorce and unwed parents.
And PRAY TO END ABORTION.
Good links for info are:
Friday, January 18, 2008
Thursday, January 17, 2008
The day was spent visiting and catching up with wonderful Catholic friends. And I had an excellent chai tea.
The best gift, though, was that the first reading at Mass was from the beginning of 1 Samuel - the story of Hannah's grief over not having a baby. I have been attracted to her since early in college and it brought me great comfort to mourn with her a little.
But it is still tough, and though I am almost 7 months pregnant with our second child, I would still appreciate your prayers as I continue to grieve. Pray for Trav, too. It's different for him, but still a loss.
Monday, January 14, 2008
To the question “of what use are the humanities?”, the only honest answer is none whatsoever. And it is an answer that brings honor to its subject. Justification, after all, confers value on an activity from a perspective outside its performance. An activity that cannot be justified is an activity that refuses to regard itself as instrumental to some larger good. The humanities are their own good.
As an English major I was very intrigued by his thoughts. I loved being a humanities student. Literary theory was one of the greatest gifts I've ever been given by any teacher or professor. After acquiring that tool I found that I enjoyed all literature, movies, plays and even art more. I loved being able to take a stanza of a poem and open it up like a treasure chest. My philosophy class in college drove me crazy - there were no right answers with Socrates - just more questions! And I had always been one who believed in a right answer. But as I continued to read and discuss and question I came to hold the freedom of interpretation supported by knowledge and critical thinking. Those were other gifts given to me by my humanities professors: the art of interpretation, knowledge to know the value of more knowledge and the fine tuning of my critical thinking skills. There are definite wrongs and rights of course, but what I think the motivation of a character is compared to what you think it is is not one of them.
I also agree with Stanley Fish and his commenter when they say that the study of humanities brings about more informed and interesting people. The kind you want to have dinner parties with. In what I hope is not a form of snobbery, my favorite conversations have usually involved a book, some wine, chocolate and another lover of the humanities.
So how did I end up married to a physicist? :)
Friday, January 11, 2008
He's a great guy - the kind of man who would make a great priest or husband. And I tend to think that that's exactly what every priest or husband should be. Kind, patient, humble, generous, holy, posses a good sense of humor - that's how I would describe my favorite priests and my husband. A good priest is a good man. And by that I mean MAN. I appreciate a manly priest - whether that means he hunts, fishes, drinks scotch, swing dances, mountain bikes, writes, paints or plays ultimate frisbee - he is firm in his handshake, good with children, can relate to youth by talking about his former girlfriends and has a deep love for St. Joseph and our Blessed Mother.
I do not know our friend's family well. And I only know a small group of his friends. But I sincerely hope that he is surrounded by many supportive people, Catholics and nonCatholics alike. When one of my friends entered religious life her mother continued to buy her lipstick and purses for over a year. Another friend was given a list of the 100 Reasons Not to Be Catholic as a last ditch effort by one of her sorority sisters. This same girl's father (in the midst of a conversation about dowries) said he would take a squirrel skin for his daughter as long as it meant she would marry and not become a nun.
So please keep our friend in your prayers. He is courageously living a radical life. Praised by God.
Thursday, January 10, 2008
Wednesday, January 9, 2008
Tuesday, January 8, 2008
Karl playing Christmas carols. I love when he plays the guitar.
The Bears onesie I got Travis.
Karl and his lovely assistant (our cousin, Laura) doing a magic trick.
Grandma and Grandpa F learning how to bowl with the Wii.
A great action shot of Grandma. :)
Monday, January 7, 2008
A youngish couple walked by, the man carrying a bag of salt, the woman dressed in a pair of jeans that made her butt look great. (You just wait until your body changes - you'll look at other women and reminisce, too.)
Travis said, "Maybe I should buy some salt."
I said, "Don't we already have butt?"