Friday, November 21, 2008

The Humane League

There is a woman in my neighborhood who walks her dogs. And by walks, I mean she holds one puff shaped little pup under each arm and walks. They don't...just her.

She is what you call a 'dog person.' I however am not.

Upon noticing this about myself I felt oddly a kin to the likes of a serial killer. I mean, there had to be that one day when the light bulb went off and they realized, 'wow, some people actually care if they are the reason for another persons demise...hmmm....that's odd.' This is me and pets. I'm that jerk who says 'WHAT?!?!?! You paid HOW MUCH to get you dog CHEMOTHERAPY???? What ON EARTH were you thinking?!?!?' I cannot fathom that type of innate compassion for an animal. To me this is absolute insanity. Don't get me wrong, it saddens me to think of dogs being put to sleep or hit by cars, but at the same time...c'mon, it's an animal, right?!?! And honestly, how am I the jerk? You're the ones picking and choosing which ones you eat, and which ones you buy matching family sweaters for the holiday greeting card picture. At least I'm across the board....not that I would eat my dog...I'm not saying that...calm down Bob Barker....ah, I digress.

So, here's the point: I like Nico. He's a friend, perhaps not my best. But then again, I'm not a man, so it really doesn't apply now does it? All that aside, today we had Nico neutered. So now neither of us our "men" and he certainly is no friend of mine. It was sad, on the way home I tried to pet his little head in the car and he quickly jerked it away. 'Dad' was the one who drove him to the vet but for some reason I'm the one being given the cold...nose.

And what's crazy is all day long I was thinking about him. Worried. I felt as though someone I actually cared about was in the hospital undergoing surgery. (Let me pause here to say for all of you "dog people" I realize I sound a bit cavalier in my emotional description, but this is new for me...I'm usually seen as a "people person") So, oddly enough I think, perhaps, my grench sized heart took it's first ever canine loving beat today. I finally feel human(e).

Sunday, October 5, 2008

I'm thinking about replacing this section on the site. Opinions?


Let me begin by stating the sole purpose of this question is to make pro-lifers out to be monsters. It was designed as a catch twenty two, but if someone is actually willing to listen to our response then we must be prepared to articulate it clearly and logically for them.

If we say that we are accepting of abortion in these rare (1%) cases we have immediately lost all credibility. Ultimately we've taken the legs out from under the 'sanctity of life argument' which many of us believe so passionately in. What makes a child conceived under these horrific terms any less of a person than one conceived through a loving, caring relationship? Why is it alright for this child to be torn limb by limb but not the other? In my opinion this is the Achilles’ heel of the pro-life movement. More often than not we are divided over this question even though our core beliefs are united.

Now, if we say we oppose abortion under any circumstance, then we are heartless, and ultimately anti-woman. This is simply untrue.

Recently, I attended a protest where a woman was carrying a sign reading “(a certain political candidate) believes in making rapists fathers.” My question is this, what is the other alternative? Making a rape victim a murderer? I know that sounds a bit harsh but often times they accuse themselves of murder in the end, being able to forgive their perpetrated but not themselves.

After a woman has been assaulted, having her body violently invaded, why would we assume that the best thing for her is to have it invaded again? David Reardon complied a book of testimonies from these women who we frequently hear spoken for, but are rarely heard from. And you know what? Quite a few of them are disgusted by the fact that so many individuals use their circumstances as grounds for justifying abortion. Because this has become such an acceptable social norm in any case of unexpected pregnancy, when it comes to an instance of rape or incest, we immediately assume we are doing these women justice by forcing abortions on them. After going through the trauma of rape many women are literally broken and understandably not thinking clearly. Add to this the fact that their loved ones assume an abortion is the only thing that will take away this unspeakable memory and these women are left with little CHOICE of their own.

The fact is nothing will take away a rape. Nothing will ever erase that memory from their mind. Nothing will make it more acceptable, and nothing will make it easier to live with. In the end an abortion only exacerbates the issue, which is truly anti-woman.

The good news; with all new life there is also new possibility. The possibility for joy to come out of pain, and light to come out of darkness. How can the world steal that away from these women? It's unjust. In my opinion this should be our response.

Saturday, September 27, 2008

Abstinence is enough for our children's textbooks


After reading the Rev. George Mason's column, "Theology of Sex," it strikes me that although we appear to be on opposite sides of this issue, we have much in common.

Like Dr. Mason, I am also teaching my children abstinence, and agree that it is not necessary to use shame, fear or incomplete information to teach our children about human sexuality.

I imagine most parents would agree that schools have no business undermining what we are teaching our teens about sex and the responsibility that accompanies it. Just as it is not the school's place to teach my sons religion, neither is it the school's place to teach human sexuality in a way that contradicts our faith, as well as the laws of this state.

Don't we all support age-appropriate and medically accurate information? The devil is in the details. Who decides what is age-appropriate information for the eighth- and ninth-graders who will take this mandatory health course?

In 1995, a bipartisan Legislature answered the question. Abstinence must be stressed, but local school boards can decide what (if any) sex education will be taught in addition to the mandatory abstinence education. Local health advisory committees, which are to be dominated by parents, are set up to assist each local school board with this decision. In addition, parents, as the ultimate decision makers, were guaranteed the right to pull their children out of any of these programs.

Including sensitive material in the textbook of a mandatory health course is a backdoor attempt to violate the spirit of the law, if not the law itself. While I am content to let liberals educate their children in the manner they see fit, why are they not always eager to extend that same right to me when it conflicts with their agenda?

The fact is that a majority of parents in Texas disagree with Dr. Mason's friends at Texas Freedom Network and Planned Parenthood, who push sex as a recreational activity to be pursued with whomever, whenever teens in their infinite wisdom decide they are ready.

Some of us have observed that even as the rate of condom use among teens has risen as much as 40 percent, the rates of sexually transmitted diseases have continued to skyrocket. Comprehensive sex ed has ruled the educational roost for three decades, buoyed by the AIDS scare in the 1980s. Instead of a reduction in pregnancy or births, Texas saw a doubling of teen pregnancy rates. We have gone from the big three STDs when I was in high school - syphilis, gonorrhea and herpes - to 35 sexually transmitted diseases known to be prevalent.

Even the National Institutes of Health state that when it comes to many STDs, they can't say how effective - if at all - condoms are. Turns out that some STDs are spread from skin-to-skin contact, and condoms don't cover everything. That is the God's honest, loving truth our kids need to know.

In the early 1990s groups such as ours began offering abstinence education in schools and churches in response to the moral, social and economic chaos our teens experienced as a result of decades of these flawed, value-neutral sex programs. Immediately the pregnancy rate began dropping, and it has come down every year since. Last year Texas was one of three states to receive a $19.9 million award from the federal government for reducing out-of-wedlock births without increasing abortions.

All over the country, abstinence is making a comeback. Rolling Stone magazine even called it the "new revolution." Abstinence is the reason teen pregnancy and birth rates are coming down. Abstinence is the loving truth that will protect our kids.

Kyleen Wright is president of the Texans for Life Coalition. Her e-mail is

Thursday, September 25, 2008


and excerpts...that weren't used, but that I'm still moderately satisfied with. (haha, that was a re-write of 'but I'm still proud of')

Pro-Life Feminists: Think Twice Before You Call Us Oxymorons!

There has been a lot of controversy in the news lately over the idea of Pro-Life Feminism. To many people, this is a non sequitur. Not based in logic or reason, rather on societal stereotypes. Who’s ever known a feminist who’s not Pro-Choice?

Allow me to shed some light on the logic behind this growing movement and also let you in on a little secret: Women, have been utterly deceived by society’s version of women’s liberation and by our “right” to abortion. It’s a crock and here’s why...
As a mother, I can tell you the most courageous decision I ever made in my life was bringing my son into this world when I was only 17 years old. I was single, terrified, and oddly enough, up for the challenge. Through this profound blessing I was able to discover a strength inside of myself that I never knew I even possessed. Choosing abortion to me would have meant running away from a fact. I WAS A MOTHER NOW. Nothing was going to change that, abortion or otherwise. In my opinion it would have been cowardly to terminate my pregnancy and meant I was running away from it; the very opposite, I thought, of what a strong, capable woman would do in this situation. Through my experience, I became super woman; resilient, powerful, and able to take on anything the world handed me.

The suffrage movement (note that I did not say the 'feminist movement') began as a way to acquire equal rights for women, rights which we desperately needed to be an active, contributing part of society. Rights which we deserved; the right to vote; the right to fair wages. Years later the feminist movement came along, still following the same basic concept of gaining equality, but with a few new; very deceiving, very detrimental twist. One which replaced striving for equality with settling for equality. No women deserves abortions rights. This is not an prize, rather a punishment. What intelligent woman would honestly fight for her ‘right’ to perpetuate a violent crime against her God given super power? The one thing which makes her unique...and in my opinion, superior.

Women began to think that if they were chained down with the burden of motherhood then we would never be able to compete in this man's world. So, what is the solution you fiery, old school feminists? Simple. Eliminate the problem. All very logical.
Very masculinely formulated. Unfortunately, also incredibly short sided. After we've 'eliminated the problem(s),' however many might rear their ugly pink plus signs over our 40+ year careers, then what? We get a corporate job, a commemorative gold watch and tear filled retirement party? We'll sure...that's comparable....or not. Now, will this gold watch be able to eliminate the years of guilt and anguish that MANY women feel following the violence of abortion? Will it compensate for a lifetime lost to inexplicable anger rooted in these women's psyche from going against nature and aborting their unborn child(ren)? Will it unshackle those same chains of bondage that we were fighting so hard to escape from in the first place? I propose this, why settle for equality when we are designed to do something no man will ever be able to do?

Who’s the oxymoron now?

Thursday, September 11, 2008

4 years ago.....

I was opening wedding shower gifts and assembling them while my family (at that time just Aiden and Abrahm) were fast asleep.

At 2am when I got the phone call about my brother I came rushing over, to the house that I know live in, to tell my dad. It's weird, I stood outside knocking and ringing the doorbell for what felt like 10 minutes. I kept calling their phone and no one would answer. Maybe it was just that night, but I remember it being eerily dark, and not wanting to stand out on the front porch a moment longer than I had to....

4 years later, things have really changed. My family is still fast asleep but now with two new additions, and one less.

Friday, September 5, 2008

Screw Equality.

Pro-Life Feminism.

I know many people hear this and think it's a blatant oxymoron. Perhaps; but humor me for a moment and allow me a chance to present my case on the subject.

The suffrage movement (note that I did not say 'feminist movement') began as a way to acquire equal rights for women; the right to vote; the right to fair wages. Now years later the feminist movement has come along, still following the same basic concept of gaining equality, but with a few new twist. A few very deceiving and detrimental twists, because this is where abortion rights come into play.

Women began to think that if they were chained down with the burden of motherhood they would never be able to compete in this man's world. In all fairness, men don't have to deal with 9 months of pregnancy, hormones, mood swings, morning sickness. Further more they don't have to take a leave of absents after delivery while they breast feed, nurture and rear the child. Obviously, this is 'THE Man's' way of maternally shackling us to the stove, right?

So, what is the solution you fiery feminists, we ask. Simple. Eliminate the problem.

All very logical. Very masculinely formulated. Unfortunately, also short sided.

After we've 'eliminated the problem(s),' however many might rear their ugly pink plus signs over our 40+ year career, then what?

We get a commemorative gold watch and tear filled 'you done good' retirement party? We'll sure...that's comparable....I suppose.

Now, will said gold watch be able to eliminate the years of guilt and anguish that MANY women feel following the act of abortion? Will it compensate for the lifetime lost to inexplicable anger rooted in these women's psyche from going against nature and terminating their unborn child(ren)? Will it unshackle those same chains of bondage that we were fighting so hard to escape from in the first place? Or are we just simple making the "choice" to pick which prison we'll spend our lives in bondage to?

I propose this, why settle for equality when we are designed to do something no man will ever be able to do? I say we stop worrying about glass ceilings, and demand they put us up on pedestals where we belong. Without our wombs not only will corporate America cease to exist but I'm pretty sure life on earth will as well.

It's time we stop striving for equality and start embracing our supremacy.

Doesn't anyone else find it a little odd that the feminist movement has us suppressing the one ability we have which makes us preeminent? Not very progressive.

Think of how we, as women, can change the world by create phenomenal beings, instilling in them amazing dreams and promises and then giving them their own chance to go out and change the world, all while creating more phenomenal beings, and so on and so's a constantly growing ripple with endless potential and power...much more impressive than any watch, no matter how expensive.

Wednesday, September 3, 2008

I have a daughter...

Another daughter. Not that it makes a difference; but it does.

Now, if I say "Oh, my husband's at home with our daughter," I have to add to that sentence...'our youngest daughter...or oldest...or both', which ever will apply. I'm now the mother of a differential pair of daughters. This is substantial. Before I heard people say 'past two kid and it's all the same.' Simply untrue. Not that it is so much harder, but the fact is I want credit for the amount of flesh mass I've created on this earth; the square feet of carbon foot print that my labor and toil has granted this planet! Sure it may not be "green," but I should certainly get acknowledge for originating so much "tan." I mean, I've gestated a lot of tan...well... Eddie's more 'olive' but that's neither here nor there.

Either way, I made one heck of a good look'en baby.

Tuesday, July 8, 2008

Jesus Is Coming To Town

I was 9 years old when my grandmother told me that Jesus was going to be coming back on Christmas Eve.

My grandmother always seemed to have insider evangelical information, mainly stuff discovered from years of theological studies, but from time to time, bits of prophesy was acquired from late night infomercials as well.

Either way, I recall thinking 'who in their right minds proceeds to tell a nine year old something of this nature?' As if I would be elated, having already lived a good long life, sowed my wild oats, and come to the conclusion that I wanted the Lord to hurry up and take me out of this God forsaken place already...not so much. My days consisted mostly of tea parties and amusement parks, so the last thing I was looking forward to was being "raptured."

It was a few days before Christmas Eve and in the way misery loves company, also does shear panic and anxiety, so I decided to break the news to my 7 year old brother. Needless to say our holiday vacation didn't have that carefree air about it that it used to. When Christmas Eve finally arrived I remember my brother and I were on our best behavior, not wanting to bicker or fight, or use the restroom much for that matter...I mean who wants to be taken up mid-tinkle? The day proceeded to go by as usual and still no second coming. By this point the anticipation had consumed our every thought and we saw little purpose in leaving cookies & milk out for Santa or wasting time dreaming of sugarplums or the gifts that would never be opened.

My mother had decided to put us to bed at a cruel hour that night, around 8 o'clock, so that "Santa" could get an early jump on things. To her curiosity I passed up a night in my own cozy bed and instead chose to roll out my sleeping bag on my brother's floor. I figured this way when it happened I would know immediately, rather than risk being left behind, and not discovering this chilling fact until the next morning when I would wake up in a tinsle decorated ghost town.

Needless to say, these were the longest 4 hours of our entire lives. My brother and I were both glued to the clock, watching as final minute, after final minute ticked by. At this point I'll note that yes, it was a given that Christ worked according to Central Standard Time. We were small children and didn't realize he had other options. And then, finally, the moment had come. The clock read 11:59. It was J.C.'s last chance, and man, had he really drug this whole debacle out...but really, who can blame him, you only get to orchestrate a second coming once, right?

I don't think either of us took in one ounce of oxygen for that entire minute. And when the clock finally struck 12, and the blue started to leave our little faces I remember wondering how my grandmother must be feeling right at that same moment. Was she embarrassed by her miscalculation; was she up, feverishly writing Robert Tilton hate mail; had she perhaps simply shrugged it off and headed back to bed thinking 'oh well, maybe next year.' Did she even realize that she complete robbed her two precious little grandchildren of the joy of Christmas this year?

All I know is that we never told our mother, in fear that she wouldn't let us go over to grandma's house anymore, so obviously her positives must've outweighed her negatives.

By the way, that Christmas she gave me a bike and $200 dollars, which goes to show she had somewhat thought ahead and couldn't have been all that invested in this whole rapture on Christmas Eve idea. And years later when I asked about this landmark moment in my childhood, she laughed and told me she had just gone to sleep that night, same as any other, just as I suspected.

Monday, July 7, 2008

Cease and Desist

Anyone who knows my husband knows that he has many "adorable quirks" we'll call them. One of my favorites in particular I have lovingly coined his 'cease and desist maneuver.'

I was warned about it even before we were married by my sister-in-law. She was telling this story about a time when they were in Chicago on a subway together and suddenly she became incredibly ill. And before she knew what hit her she was actually vomiting all over the floor. In a dazed stupor she looked around, expecting to see her valiant, older brother rushing to her side, but he was no where to be found. As it turns out, the second she became sick, Abrahm took off, and was more than likely three cars down by the time she needed her hair held back.

It was not until years later that I was able to witness this seemingly involuntarily reaction first hand. We were enjoying a nice, sunny day at Herman Memorial park in Houston when we decided to stop and get some snow cones with our son. While in line I notice quite a few bees that were swarming the syrup bottles, and subsequently any guests who were taking away syrup soaked cones. Being the planner I am, I decided to stock up on a ridiculous amount of napkins before leaving the cart. I know, not very 'green' of me. Either way as we're walking along enjoying our snack I noticed a man in front of us pushing a baby stroller. He was fairly tall, wearing dark sunglasses, a black shirt and black athletic shorts. Suddenly he turns around and says "hey, let me have a napkin." I thought, 'wow, that's a bit forward, but ok, I know I did take more than my fair share,' and just as I went to extent my arm and offer him a portion of my stack I see his wife doing the same thing out of the corner of my eye. Immediately I realize what a public fool I've made of myself, obviously he was not talking to me, and as I turn to share my burden of embarrassment with Abrahm I notice he had grabbed our son's hand and they must've been a good 15 yards away already! Had he seen this man's wife, known precisely who he was talking to, and watched the whole train wreck take place without warning me?!?!? Needless to say I have my own involuntarily physical reactions to embarrassingly, hilarious moments like this one, and literally had to collapse on the ground in a seated position not to give way to my incontinence.

After a few more uneventful years past, I thought to myself perhaps he's been cured, perhaps those were just a few isolated incidents. Surely he would not ever do something like that again to his beloved wife and now the mother of three of his children by this point. But no, the truth was quickly revealed as we took our daughter to her very first outing at the movies.

We were sitting in packed row as Abrahm passed me a ridiculously large barrel of popcorn. I took a handful I passed it back but it was intercepted by our 2 year old daughter. After a few seconds of humoring her and allowing her to feel like a 'big girl' he mouthed to me that letting her hold the bucket, which was as big as she was, probably wasn't the best idea. I agreed and went to retrieve it. And just as I began to lower the bucket into my lap for some strange reason I thought I should uncross my legs at precisely the same moment. I swear, just like you see it happen on T.V. this barrel of popcorn went hurling into the air, making two to three full rotations before landing upside down on the woman's head in front of me.

Now as someone who makes an ass out of myself quite regularly, I have learned to appreciate certain moments in my life more than fear them. I immediately knew of ten people who I could relay this story to while they were drinking a beverage and liquid would literally spray out of their nose. Which any story teller knows is the pentacle of success when telling a funny story.

What made this whole scene even better was the woman had insanely curly hair and every time she thought she had retrieved all of the kernels, I had to hold back bursts of laughter and tell her there was still more debris left behind. I'm quite sure that she thought I either had a mental illness or I had done this on purpose, because certainly a decent human being would feel far too guilty to laugh at a time like this. But honestly, the root of all my joy came from the fact that I knew Abrahm was hopelessly, and completely trapped. Our row was filled to capacity and there was no swift escape in sight this time baby. The desisting had least for now.

I'm sure before I give this speech again at our 50th wedding anniversary I will have had plenty more opportunities to scare off my wonderful husband and shame him endlessly into the sunset.

Funny story...

Have you ever been tipped over in a canoe?

After the first few moments of twisting and twirling in complete disbelief you come to the realization that you must now figure out which way is up.

What would you say if I told you I have discovered a figure of speech that evokes precisely this same emotion, minus the water?

Recently, while on an underground exploration of the Onondaga Caverns, our tour guild was asked why there was an outbound telephone, seemingly misplaced on one of the trails, to which she boisterously replied, "Funny story...last year a man actually had a heart attack down here and died..." Now eventually, yes, she did get to a small tid-bit of humor a few minutes into her story (nothing to write home about) but because of how she inappropriately began recounting the event I was practically bursting with laughter the whole entire time.

These two little words took a mildly amusing story from mediocre to full blown jocularity!

Now I've decided that I must start implementing this completely mind baffling phrase into my everyday announcements on a regular basis. Listen to how they spice things up:

"Funny story, I took a pregnancy test earlier today and you are not going to believe this..." or how about "Funny story, you know that rash that I thought was poison ivy..." or even, "Funny story, you know how I told you your dog ran away when you were 8 years old..." At this point, it helps if you also add some sort of whimsical knee slap or breathy laughter to make the amusement of said bad news more believable.

While you may simply be disguising something negative with a vail of optimism, perhaps by the time the devastating disclosure you've delivered sinks in our old pal "funny story" will just be a memory...or, at the very least, blacked out by trauma.

And while not all of our conversational companions may actually reach the top of the water, as not every "funny story" will have a punch line, we can at least hope that it will make the struggle for air a bit more entertaining.

Tuesday, June 17, 2008

Vacational Work

If you still want to see more of our vacation highlights, excluding this dream boat who stole my heart...

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Vacation, all I ever wanted, vacation, needed to get away

So...this is the best I could do as far as size format goes. Anyway, as you can see we're smiling in all of them, so needless to say, it was a great time to be had by all!

I <3 Having A Backyard

Saturday, June 14, 2008

Thursday, May 29, 2008

Track Marks

Isn't it odd how one simple song can transport you back in time as if you were literally reliving a particular moment all over again.

Sometimes it's a happy moment, sometimes sad. Sometimes it marks a season and shows you how far you've progressed.

Sometimes it's a melodic land mind which reveals that you are not nearly as far from that moment as you thought were.

At the same time there's a certain comfort in knowing that those emotions are just one track away.

Here's my latest rekindled ruin:

What's yours? What moment? What song?

Sunday, May 18, 2008

Welcome To My Life

there's no turning back...

and I'm quite ok with that. (:

Tuesday, April 29, 2008

My Post Secrets

Sometimes my anxiety feels like it's bigger than my God. I'm sorry Jesus.

My children make my life worth living. That's a lot to put on them. I really hope it doesn't screw them up one day.

Every time you try to comfort me by saying 'I would never have an affair, I'm not that type of person.' It reminds me that I am.

Sometimes it feels like my purpose in life has ruined my life.

Since when did it become ok to replace the phrase 'Congratulations on your pregnancy!' with 'So, is he going to get a vasectomy after this one?' Frankly, that is none of your business but thank you for letting me know how offensive my blatant reproduction is to you, A-hole.

I never want to have a supernatural experience. ever.

and finally...

When I was 14 a boy from my school, that I didn't know, died. I wanted to fit in with all of the other kids who were crying so I went to the bathroom and put red lip liner on under my eyes. It worked.

Saturday, April 19, 2008

We're Not Republicants; We're Republicans!

Justice Foundation Dinner, April 17th, 2008 with Norma McCorvey (Jane Roe) in the middle

Board retreat January 2008..I look like a defector...(:

Polygamist Bunny

Let me start off by saying I in no way condone having more than one wife or impregnating 14 year old girls. This behavior is simply not expectable.

That being said I don't know if any of the young girls rescued from their Mormon temple in West texas last week should necessarily be chalked up as a 'save' just yet.

Evidentially this temple in El Dorado was one of the most sought after by their believers, and only the most righteous were allowed to reside within its walls. Many of these children were taught scriptures from morning until night and constantly warned against the hedonism existing just outside their pious community.

So, my question is, will we prove them wrong?

If you live anywhere except under a rock I'm sure you know the answer looks grim. Yes, we do have laws that prevent old perverts from sexualizing young well they are enforced though is anyone's guess.

In the state of Texas, teens under the age of 16 legally cannot have sexual intercourse, under the age of 18 legally cannot have an abortion without parental consent, and under the age of 18 legally cannot be spread eagle on the hood of a Camaro in playboy magazine. So technically, yes, we certainly have saved these precious young least for now. They have a good 4 years to be completely re-brainwashed and indoctrinated into the ways of our world; their savior. Lucky them.

Friday, April 18, 2008

Abortion Art Hoax

Hold might have been real. I'll post this for sure when I know more.

Thursday, April 17, 2008

Artsy Fartsy Pt.2

This is the bogus b.s. I was referring to in Pt.1:

Student Gives Herself Multiple Abortions For Her Art Project!

When I first read this story I honestly thought is was some kind of sick joke, like something out of The Onion.

I have often said nothing shocks me anymore, and I keep getting proven wrong.

Aliza Shvarts, an art major at Yale University is using abortion as part of her senior art project. She is not just using abortion, but her own purposefully induced abortions. Shvarts artificially inseminated herself as often as possible over a nine month period of time. During that time she would take abortifacient drugs to induce "miscarriages." Shvarts did all of this in the name of art, as she will display video recordings of her "miscarriages" along with blood samples in her project.

Students from both, pro-life and pro-choice groups on campus say their groups have taken no official position on the project. One student from the pro-life group did call it "surprising" and unethical.

How far is "too far"? I have to ask. I have to believe that even some of the most adamantly pro-choice people in this country would find this to be despicable. This world is going further and further down a road of total disregard for human life and it seems to have no end in sight. With stories like this one, and the fight in British Parliament to allow half animal - half human embryos to be made for stem cell research, will we finally say "stop"?

If this does anything, it gives us more resolve to continue the work we are doing at Stand True to bring an end to this culture of death. We know that we have a monstrous battle ahead of us, but we will not waiver or give up until every human person is protected and the sanctity of human life is restored.

You can read the full article from the Yale Daily News here -

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For Christ I Stand,

Bryan Kemper -

Hear Ye, Hear Ye

I'm here to inform you that, from this point on, Catholicism as you know it and all of its esteemed followers are under my benevolent control...well, according to my mother, that is.

This morning she called me from Chicago, and in what I suppose was an attempt to make small talk, she inquired if 'all of my people were excited about the Pope's arrival.' Wow, My People, really? I feel so Nazarene suddenly.

Am I truly the only Protestant she knows who socializes with the likes of those Catholics cohorts?

Suddenly I'm the Angelina Jolie of the Roman Catholic church and I must say...I feel pretty darn honored.

Thank you mother for the promotion, I will send your regards to Benedict.

Friday, April 11, 2008

Artsy Fartsy

Art is for perverts, drug addicts, and megalomaniacs.

It's official, I'm joining a pentecostal church first thing in the morning, growing my hair out, curling my bangs to enormous proportions, and buying my clothes strictly at craft fairs from this point on. I no longer warrant a place in civilized society, because I have come to the conclusion it is anything but.

One of the things that originally attracted my husband and I to one another was our mutual love for indy music and avant guard art. He's an art minor and quite a true artist himself. I on the other hand am bad at math, and simply chose to become a right brained individual by default in an attempt to avoid having to balance my checkbook.

Some art I get; 90% I over analyze in an attempt to get. For the longest time I have surmised that a majority of artists acquire extra access to that dormant part of the human brain, whether it be through intense meditation or recreational drugs, and this belief has intrigued me greatly. Rather than experiment myself I've chosen to play it safe and stay on the outside peering in.

Recently though, I've come to the conclusion that most modern day artists (who are incapable of doodling anything more than a stick figure) simply choose their occupation in order to give purpose to a preexisting vice; whether it be substance abuse, a superiority complex, or just a carnal need to see other human beings in the nude. These are the 'artist,' of course, who throw a bloody tampon covered in whip cream into a bucket of razors and tell you to figure out what it means.

Don't get me wrong, I do acknowledge there is still rare, genuine talent out there, but our society has made it incredibly easy for impostors to flourish.

Upon making this discovery, I've decided I want nothing more to do with it. At one point I was intrigued by these individuals tormented existence but now thanks to A&E and can get my fill of them by watching episodes of 'Intervention.'

There are much more useful things we can spend our energy deciphering. Perhaps I'm just growing up...or perhaps I'm just getting old. It saddens me that I now see a difference between the two.

Abrahm will surely think I'm lame now, and come to the conclusion that he has been tricked into marrying a dull conservative who has become quite the cranial switch hitter. Hopefully the old saying is true though, and 'if' beauty is in the eye of the beholder than perhaps one day he can acquire a taste for the un-extraordinary new me....corn husk sized bangs and all.

Thursday, March 27, 2008

Abstinence Minded

Abstinence Only Education? Seriously? Come on, it's 2008; get real. After all, kids WILL BE kids.

I'm sorry to disagree with this method, but I have to tell you saying "Hey kids, don't have sex" is almost as stupid as saying "Hey kids, don't drink and drive." Absolutely barbaric.

It's time to wake up and face the ugly fact that they're going to do it anyway.

So what now?


I propose that once a semester during health class we take these naive, young, little kiddos out to the parking lot, get them liquored up and teach the how to drink and drive PROPERLY.
EDUCATION IS THE ONLY ANSWER, and safe drunk driving is the only way we're going to see alcohol related death rates lowered.

We must teach these youth, step by step, how to put on their safety belts while holding a 40 oz. beer, otherwise we have no one to blame but ourselves when their brown paper bag breaks and alcohol gets all over the upholstery. They didn't know any better; they WEREN'T TAUGHT how to properly secure the bag. They also need to know what resources are available to them if their own old-fashioned parents aren't willing to buy them alcohol. The last thing we want is them purchasing adult beverages in some dark, Tijuana, back's just not safe. It's vital that kids have access to this information, whether or not their prehistoric parents agree, or we will have no one to blame but ourselves when they end up getting hurt.


Monday, March 24, 2008

All packed up with nowhere to go...

can I come live with you?

Wednesday, March 19, 2008

Bowl Movement

I hate packing...especially the little, fragile, horrible things that you know are going to get broken now matter how much you rap them; i.e. wine glasses, dishes, picture frames. It's inevitable.

And what about all of this giant crap we have from IKEA? How do you store an eight foot tall canvas? Or break down a 546 part piece of furniture. Those Swede's are twisted.

As much as I want to put a visible dent on this packing process, all of these things keep getting left out because they are so miserable to box up and transfer.

Wow...8:55 and I'm already psyched out. This day looks promising.

Wednesday, March 5, 2008

Knee Deep In Sheep

Washington DC, Feb 28, 2008 (CNA).- On Wednesday a full transcript of Democrat presidential candidate Senator Barack Obama's July 2007 speech to the Planned Parenthood Action Fund in which he vigorously defended legalized abortion became available. In the July 17 speech, Obama attacked the Supreme Court decision that upheld the federal partial-birth abortion ban and the nomination of Supreme Court justices who favor overturning Roe v. Wade. In the speech the senator said, 'There will always be people, many of goodwill, who do not share my view on the issue of choice. On this fundamental issue, I will not yield and Planned Parenthood will not yield.' Obama based his speech around the question, "What kind of America will our daughters grow up in?"
He specifically argued against the Supreme Court decision Gonzales v. Carhart, which upheld restrictions on partial-birth abortion.
"For the first time in Gonzales versus Carhart," Obama said, "the Supreme Court held—upheld a federal ban on abortions with criminal penalties for doctors. For the first time, the Court's endorsed an abortion restriction without an exception for women's health. The decision presumed that the health of women is best protected by the Court—not by doctors and not by the woman herself. That presumption is wrong."
He warned abortion supporters that the partial-birth abortion ban should not be construed as an isolated effort, saying it was wrong to presume the law was "not part of a concerted effort to roll back the hard-won rights of American women."
Obama said the decision had encouraged an Alabama lawmaker to introduce a measure to ban all abortions. "With one more vacancy on the Court, we could be looking at a majority hostile to a woman's fundamental right to choose for the first time since Roe versus Wade and that is what is at stake in this election," Obama claimed.
The senator said he had a long tradition of support for legalized abortion, citing his efforts in the Illinois State Senate and his classes as a law professor. "I have worked on these issues for decades now," he said. "I put Roe at the center of my lesson plan on reproductive freedom when I taught Constitutional Law. Not simply as a case about privacy but as part of the broader struggle for women's equality."
The dissent of Justice Ruth Bader Ginsberg in Gonzales v. Carhart won praise from Obama while Justice Anthony Kennedy, who spoke for the majority, was held up for ridicule.
"The only thing more disturbing than the decision was the rationale of the majority. Without any hard evidence, Justice Kennedy proclaimed, 'It is self-evident that a woman would regret her choice.' He cited medical uncertainty about the need to protect the health of pregnant women. Even though the American College of Obstetricians and Gynecologists found no such uncertainty. Justice Kennedy knows many things, my understanding is he does not know how to be a doctor," Obama said.
On the topic of judicial appointments, Obama reaffirmed his opposition to the confirmation of Supreme Court Justices Roberts and Alito, who are believed to be hostile to the Roe v. Wade decision that legalized abortion nationwide.
Obama also depicted his opponents as divisive, saying, "They want us to believe that there's nothing that unites us as Americans—there's only what divides us. They'll seek out the narrowest and most divisive ground."
Senator Obama said he was "absolutely convinced that culture wars are so nineties," saying it was "time to turn the page."
"We're tired about arguing about the same ole' stuff," he continued. And I am convinced we can win that argument. If the argument is narrow, then oftentimes we lose."
He said abortion advocates should emphasize their support for women to have the "same chances" as men.

With all do respect Senator, let's not just give them the same chances as men in general. Let's give them the same chance as you. Correct me if I am wrong but did you or did you not have your brain violently sucked out of your head long after the point at which you could feel pain? Based on these comments that may still be up for debate.

Friday, February 29, 2008

Back Alley Pap Smears

Pro-Life Men, Imagine This...
You wake up one morning feeling wonderful. The warm sun is beaming into your bedroom window and after a big, long stretch you hop out of your nice, cozy bed, hug your kids good morning, grab the paper and sit down to enjoy a strong, piping cup of coffee. Once you are finished you head up stairs. Time to begin today the same way you begin every day...with a nice hot shower...but this shower will not be like every other shower.

While you're washing yourself you discover a lump. You discover a lump in a place that you don't ever want to find a lump. Your mind goes racing. Is it...a it cancer...or is it just a harmless cyst? You reason, 'I'm sure it's a cyst, yeah, that's all, just a cyst; no big deal.'

Now at this point a withering number of extremely blessed men would be able to call their physician and make an appointment for first thing that morning. But not you. You, sir, are uninsured.

Now what?

I assume that you continue on through the week trying to ignore what has now become *gulp* "THE LUMP." I mean what other option do you have? Then you begin to notice it's growing; it's getting worse; it's starting to ache...until finally you can no longer bear the pain!

But your family cannot afford that $20,000 trip to a specialist, just so you can go and get the boys checked out.

What are you going to do?

Let's say, right in your moment of need, I come along to offer you help? Wow, I'm a angel. And not only that, but I'm going to offer you help at the extremely discounted price of only $79. I can do this for you because good ole Uncle Sam has already paid the way for your visit. Wow, doesn't your country just love you? You would have to be absolutely nuts, pardon the pun, to reject my help, now wouldn't you?


New scenario: Grow a vagina. Turn that lump into any number of terrifying women's issues that a perfectly healthy 20-something female will have. And oh yeah, by the way, Uncle Sam over there in the shining armor actually works for Planned Parenthood.

The real question is, in your most desperate time of need would you let an abortionist put their hands on your body? Would you help them fund the murders of innocent children with one dime of your money, let alone $79 dollars of it?

Then why should we have to?

I'll tell you why, because Planned Parenthood runs the monopoly on women's services.

Don't believe this is a real overwhelmingly valid issue in our society today? Here is a frantic e-mail I received from a dear activist friend of mine earlier tonight:

"Hey, I don't think I'm gonna be able to go tomorrow to the pro-life training...I'm in a LOT of pain right now...I'm trying to get a doctors appointment for Monday...girl-stuff, ya know? I don't know what's going on but it started Monday night and has just gotten worse...bad pain, down low...feels like my ovary is ripping....I had a c-section with my daughter and never took pain pills for it...I have a really high pain tolerance, but this is making me cry!!! Please keep me in your prayers.
I don't have insurance and I don't qualify for medicaid...some doctors don't even want self-pay clients, so all of the sudden they're "not accepting new patients." Everyone wants like $200-350 for a PAP!!! Oddly enough, PP only charges $79!!!!! AGH! Yeah, I called them. I'm in crisis so I wanted to see what they'd do. Nice, eh?
I'm so frustrated. But not frustrated enough to sell my soul to them, don't worry.
God just has to heal me. Bottom line. Please pray for that to happen quickly."

I cannot tell you how many times I have been in her shoes.

All you powerful, Christian, Pro-Life men talk about shutting down Planned Parenthood, but why not get to the root of the problem.

This is a call to action.

Pregnancy centers are a start but they offer limited services. We're not all pregnant teenagers in need of a free test. What about the women out there, who like my friend above, might be going through a tubal pregnancy? It would be debilitating to our families if we had to pay exorbitant prices for these necessary services. We are being forced to sacrifice our health, and possible future reproductive viability, for our moral stance against Planned Parenthood.

Now I ask you, are either of these option truly "Pro-Life."

CHANGE THE SYSTEM. Don't just be against something, BE FOR SOMETHING. Something better, and mark my word Planned Parenthood will crumble on its own.

Wednesday, February 27, 2008

Friday, February 22, 2008

Graphic Images of Aborted Fetuses

Anyone who knows me, knows how I feel regarding pictures of aborted children.

I believe they are harsh and abrasive, and often times do more damage than good; especially when they are used in front of abortion clinics.

I believe that they have damaged the movement in many ways and almost exploit the children who's images are on them. Many extremely pro-life individuals refuse to be active in the movement today because they, like myself, believe in a much more compassionate, loving, Christ-like approach. They do not want to be associated with these extremists who send the girls running into the clinic rather than away from it.

I will even go as far as to say that some of the activist who hold up these enormous signs use them as a defense mechanism. You don't have to worry about a confused girl approaching you for counsel when you are dawning one of these signs along with your judgmental scowl.

However, the Lord transformed my mind today in a sense. He showed me where there is a need for this type of caustic truth.

Today we picketed the Planned Parenthood's Annual North Texas Luncheon. I received many ugly hand gestures, pathetic nods, and my favorite, the "poor, naive, little just don't know any better" look.

Well perhaps it's time that I share what I know with you. Would any of these affluent, old debutants even know what to do if they saw what their donations where really going towards? How could anyone add that extra zero to their check after seeing murder that indisputably clear?

So where was Operation Rescue today? These people need your style of activism. I expect to see you there next year.

Wednesday, February 20, 2008

Good Article

Tough Questions Series - I Went To Pray at an Abortion Clinic and People Were Screaming and Yelling. How Should We Reach Out To Women Considering Abortion?

I am often asked what people should say to a woman who is considering abortion. I wish there was a magic answer that I could give that would help change the mind of every woman thinking about aborting their baby, but there is not.

When answering this question you also have to address what not to say. I have stood outside abortion mills for over 13 years praying, protesting, and have even been arrested many times for praying in front of the doors. I have watched thousands of women walk into abortion mills and have seen many different approaches by pro-lifers trying to save the babies.

The first mistake I see is anger. Pro-lifers can become so angry about abortion that they sometimes take it out on the women and just scare them right into the abortion mill. I have heard people call women murderers, whores, Jezebels, devil worshipers, and so much more. I have seen anti-abortion protesters so angry that they actually spit while they scream at people. I have never once seen this kind of behavior convince a women to stop and talk and change her mind.

I will admit that in the early years I used to scream and wave signs in people's faces. I let the frustration get to me as I watched these many young girls being taken into the abortion mill by their parents or boyfriends. I would see the boyfriends leave and go to get food, sit in the parking lot and eat and smoke while their child was being killed inside that building. I let the frustration get to me and began to rely on myself for results instead of relying on God.

I want to make it clear that not all people that go to abortion mills to minister and pray act like this. We at Stand True highly encourage people to go to the abortion mills for prayer and witnessing. There are highly effective ways of reaching women and helping them to make the right decision.

When a woman is going to an abortion mill she is usually scared and frustrated. She believes there is no other option for her other than abortion and there is no one to help her. These girls do not need someone yelling at them and telling them how evil they are, they need someone to love them and let them know how precious they are in God's eyes. They need someone to address their needs, not just the baby's needs. They need someone to approach them in the same way Christ would approach someone who was hurting and scared and about to make a huge mistake.

The first thing we tell people if they are going to try to talk to girls entering abortion mills is to not be holding a sign or wearing pro-life messages on their shirts. You should be dressed very friendly so you won't immediately scare the women away. We believe the first words to a woman entering the mill should be geared towards her and how she is doing, not just about the baby. Let her know you care about her.

The most powerful thing you can do when going to the abortion mill is pray. There is nothing more effective than prayer. When we go to our local abortion mill we spend the first hour as a group reading the Bible out loud, not shouting, but just reading out loud the Word of God. We then walk around the building praying for the women, the doctor, the nurses, the escorts, and everyone involved. We also look for opportunities to witness and share, not only with the women going in, but with the escorts and whoever is around. Not calling them names or condemning them to hell, but sharing Christ's love with them.

These ideas and principles are not just for the abortion mill, but for our everyday life when we run into situations like this. I recently read an article about a young girl at a Catholic school who got pregnant and was told she could not walk the stage at her graduation, while the young man was allowed to. Not only was this total hypocrisy, but it was a dangerous way to treat this young girl. It is exactly that kind of reaction and treatment of girls that drive them to abortion.

Our words, especially our first words to a girl who gets pregnant can determine the path she takes and be the difference between life and death. As a father of three daughters I do wonder how I would react if one of my daughters came home one day and told me she was pregnant. What would I say? Would I blow up and lose my temper? Or would I love her no matter what mistake she made?

When we go to God in prayer and confess our sins, do you think He screams and yells and has a huge fit? I don't think so. Do you think he yells at us and tells us how horrible we are, and how much of a disgrace we are to the family? I don't think so. When we go to Him, He is faithful to love and forgive us. I pray that I never have to go through this with my daughters, but if I do, I pray that my first words to her are those of love.

Yes, we do believe that abortion is the act of killing a human person and can never be permitted. Yes, we believe that abortion is a sin and is detestable in God's eyes. Yes, we believe that we need to stand up against this evil and be there to try to help people from making such a tragic and horrific mistake. But more importantly than all of that, we believe those people need Christ and we need to love them as Christ would.

1 John 1:9 "If we confess our sins, He is faithful and just to forgive us our sins and to cleanse us from all unrighteousness."

For Christ I Stand

Bryan Kemper -

Monday, February 4, 2008

I've been African-American-Listed

So last week, I received what I thought was a credible e-mail from a trusted family member regarding presidential hopeful Barack Obama and his Muslim background. While part of it was true, a majority was just sensationalized rumors.

Evidently, I live under a rock and was not aware that this particular chain letter had recently been debunked quite publicly in the media...and with poor judgement I forwarded this newly acquired information on. Honestly, I was shocked at what I read. I thought it was true. I couldn't believe it. I felt the need to enlighten others who may not be so privy to this guarded information.

As I quickly learned, the penalty for injudicious electronic mail forwards is death.

People were outraged. I was called a bigot, a racist, ignorant and a propagandist. But by far, the worst and most absurd criticism I received was that this e-mail was "the equivalent of a hate crime." Come again?

A hate crime; really? I feel confident that Matthew Shepard would be turning over in his grave at this remark.

A week later and I was still agitatedly perplexed by this ridiculous statement. As I feverishly lathered my hair in what was turning out to be a very unrelaxing shower I had an epiphany: This little twit was right. Not at all in the way his ignorant comment had intended to be, but still the statement in itself was correct.

That e-mail was indeed a hate crime. And I have come to conclusion that I am very much an Obamaphobic.

Just in the same way many homophobics secretly pine after same sex relations, I find myself fantasizing about affordable healthcare. Just as they might go on-line late at night to quench their hidden desires out of the view of others, I am on the Obama mailing list and faithfully read each update. Sometimes, when I'm all alone, I picture myself in the secluded confines of that private voting booth, out of the judgmental sight of others, doing the unthinkable...just letting my inhibitions go...throwing my morals to the wind and satisfying my plebiscite-ian would be my dirty little secret. It makes me feel like a very naughty Republican.

But then just as homophobes have to face the gruesome reality of sodomy, I quickly harrow at the mention of Obama's abortion stance. Both are violent, abrasive, and cause incredible discomfort.

And with this realization, as quickly as the impulsive Obama urge comes upon me my flesh is able to thrust it away.

Hi, my name is Destiny. And I'm an Obamaphobe.

Sunday, January 27, 2008

Give me a joke!

Posted: Friday January 25, 2008 at 1:24 pm EST by Phil Eddy
Perusing through the blogs at, I came across one posting that really irked me. Entitled "Survivors of Anti-Choice Indoctrination," the posting went on to cast doubt upon the reliability of the vast crowds of youth at the March for Life, and suggested that indoctrination by their parents is the cause of their anti-abortion passion.

In my opinion, this posting by Ann (and the subsequent comments from readers) lends to a highly ageist view that serves to diminish the accomplishments of young pro-lifers, as well as paint doubt on the depth of passion amongst pro-life youth.

I also think a double standard exists. Why is it that, when a young woman says she's pro-choice, she's heralded as intelligent beyond her years, but if a similar young woman is passionately pro-life, she's marked as "too young to understand?"
What do you think?
Rock for Life

As nothing more than a young, naive, indoctrinated, podunk from Texas I have to say I am incredibly offended by this woman's sentiments.

At no point in my life do I believe I will ever reach such an age of maturity induced enlightenment that I will simply forget my bodies natural inclination and RIGHT to bear children. This power, if I might add, is the one thing that makes me so freaking proud to be a woman! How dare you tell me that until I'm ready to throw that liberty into the garbage can I am less of a feminist than you! I AM A TRUE FEMINIST. You, Ann, are simply an oxyMORON!

And sorry but this generation is catching on to your lies. The "feminist" logic is so contrived and backwards that I'm surprised it's even taken us this long to figure it out. But to me, that implies that we are a much more intelligent and perspicacious generation than those before us.

'You mean, I'm such a strong, phenomenal being that I should be allowed to go out and have as much meaningless sex with as many men as I can, who will have no respect for me whatsoever and never call me again all in the name of equality; and even better, if I conceive a blessed child out of this juvenile union, I GET to kill it and live with life long regret? Boy, did I hit the jackpot by being born a woman in such a liberated day and age!'

Sorry, but because I DO use my brain, I see the quite obvious flaw in this way of thinking and say keep your enlightenment to yourself.

Saturday, January 26, 2008

What Starts Here Changes The World-Austin March

pssssst...technically, I started here.

Saturday, January 19, 2008

Monday, January 7, 2008

Where the children are...

Last night at church Pastor Bruce's sermon was over the Magi, The Three Wise Men. He talked about the star that they followed all the way from the East and how this was their life's journey; how all of it culminated at the birth of Christ. This was their destiny, this was their purpose. He went on to ask us, in 2008, what will be our 'star?' What will we follow as we selflessly worship and serve the Lord?

I thought of the sidewalk counseling journey that I'm about to embark on and how I hope God truly is calling me to this type of ministry because if He's not it will eat me up and spit me out. And then Pastor Bruce gave us this scripture:

Matthew 2:9-...The wise men went their way. And the star they had seen in the east guided them to Bethlehem. It went ahead of them and stopped over the place where the child was.

It literally gave me chills. It was like a validation from the Lord that this was His will for me. He wanted me to go to 'the place where the child was.' Perhaps it is a stretch, but still I find comfort in it.

I'm reading Zephaniah right now and and it talks about how the Lord consecrating those he invites. I ask that you keep me in your prayers and ask that the Lord will be faithful in preparing me...MIND, body and spirit.

Friday, January 4, 2008

Street Walker for Life

So it's official, my days at the pregnancy center are coming to an end...they're kicking me to the curb...or rather, that's where I'll be every Saturday from here on out come February.

I'm excite, nervous, relieved, but most of all I feel obedient. When Carol and Diane came to present sidewalk counseling at the NWF's meeting back in November I thought for sure they'd get a few volunteers out of it. I knew God wasn't wasting their time there...little did I know He had set His sights set on me though. I've felt such a calling ever since, and it's a relief to know that I'm no longer whale food.

I'll be praying at Aaron's. They are the only clinic in Texas, I believe, that perform late term abortions (up to 26 weeks). And from what the other counselors have told me women drive from neighboring states to have this done. I know it will be hard for me and my belly to watch other women and their bellies walking through those doors. Why did God bless my little Phinnaeas or Hazel (breathe, I'm just kidding) but forsake these other children. He in his infinite wisdom knows, but that doesn't make it any easier for us to comprehend. All I can do serve the Lord and offer these women something better.

Matt. 7:7-11
7 Ask and it will be given to you; seek and you will find; knock and the door will be opened to you.

Here's hoping for inerrancy.

I also spoke with the director regarding the 'after care counseling,' but she said due to lack of volunteers they usually only stay during the active abortion hour. Hopefully God will give me the pregnant endurance to stay longer, because I truly believe that those women need us even more when they're leaving. Would it be far too inappropriate to use a don't throw the baby out with the bath water metaphor here? Yeah, probably. Anyway, keep me in your prayers as I embark on this scary, elating, terrifying spiritual adventure. After all somebody has to get out there and show the world that not all Protestants and bloody fetus flashing, bullhorn toting, Bible throwing looney tunes.

*note to self: leave bullhorn at home.

Thursday, January 3, 2008

New Wave News Podcast

NWF's will be putting together their very first podcast here in the next month. What would you like to hear discussed?

The only firm topic right now that we will be talking about is the use of graphic signs in the Pro-Life movement.

Please give us your thoughts and suggestions on other topics regarding feminism, activism, and the sanctity of life.

Wednesday, January 2, 2008

New Years Revolutions

Stop putting things off until January 2nd.

Stop complaining about my husband. He's a really good dad, and husband and he's cute. Assume anything bad I ever say about him in the future is really made up and just an attempt to mask my own imperfections.

Start hanging out with people who make me incredibly uncomfortable. I find often times I learn a lot from these people, and they make me more interesting and well rounded.

Stop using people who make me incredibly uncomfortable solely for my own gain.

Learn when to use semicolons properly...and quit abusing ellipsis's.

And finally, make it around the sun at least once.

Surprisingly Wonderful Pro-Life Movie