Aside from the fact that these idiots who come up with this drivel get PAID for it, is the fact that they come up with it in the first place. Seriously...a billion years from now... We have world hunger, an energy crisis, and an imbecile epidemic right NOW. Who gives a crap about a billion years from now?!
With the idiocy that is going on in this world now, I'll be amazed if the human race will survive the next 100 years, much less the next 1,000,000,000 or more. We are becoming more stupid than intelligent. We are DEvolving. Our future generations will soon be loosing the opposable thumb. Eventually our multi-great grand children will end up back in the water as fish as in The Incredible Mr. Lipid. It's an old Don Knox movie...check it out...it's a brilliant foreshadowing of what we can expect in a BILLION years from now. At least until the sun boils away the oceans and our DNA is completely erased from the planet.
On another note...Barbara Boxer... ***In my absolute best nasally whiny voice***, "Call me senator, I've worked hard to get here..." or something like that, to a General for calling her "ma'am". I'm amazed she can breath with her head so far up her own ass. I got a name he can call her. In fact I have a few. Maybe I should give him a ring.
I wonder if she truly appreciates his putting his life on the line to protect her right to stick her head up her own ass... Just a thought is all. Maybe I should give HER a ring and share my thoughts as well.
I installed our new hot water heater yesterday. I did the disconnect and the new wiring. I would have done all of it (screw in the water lines, lengthen the pvc hot steam evacuation line), but the water lines were rusted on and I had to borrow some solvent from a friend who happens to be a pipe fitter... Yes, this woman can install a hot water heater. And I'm pretty darn proud of it. Not that it's rocket science or anything... cold water line to the cold water intake at the top of the heater, hot water line to the hot water exit on the top of the heater, black wire to black wire with end caps and tape, red wire to white wire with end caps and tape, grounding wire around the little green screw and tighten. Simple stuff. Took thirty minutes. The plumber wanted $400+ to do it!
In this healing process of mine, I'd like to clarify a couple "medical" terms. The medical diagnosis from the hospital reads "incomplete abortion". Pay close attention here, because this just made me want to rip someone's face off. Just so you all know, I'm not saying anything against anyone here. I have friends who have had both an abortion and a miscarriage and they say they're two different things. I'm just pointing out that they are medically different and one term does NOT fit both.
When a woman makes a willful decision to "terminate" and "evacuate" a "fetus" from her body for whatever reason...that is an abortion.
When a mother's baby nestled inside her womb dies, even though the mother was doing all she knew to protect her baby, and the mother delivers that little tiny child of hers in tears of sorrow because she loved her baby...that is a miscarriage.
It would be nice for the medical community to distinguish between the two because they are NOT the same thing. It would also be nice to refer to someone's baby as "baby" instead of "viable fetus". It just made me want to scream, "BABY!!! BABY!!! BABY!!!" at the top of lungs.
Just something for you medical personnel out there to think about.
Peace Out,
~*~*~Krystal~*~*~
~*~*~Krystal~*~*~
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I hear you, Krystal.
Your baby has an identity. A personality. A life, a purpose.
When Angel died, at 40 weeks gestation, 3 hours after birth, her birth certificate still said, "certificate of fetal death".
It's righteous anger, my friend.
Your baby is a BABY.
I wonder if the term "incomplete abortion" is used to somehow inflate numbers for some reason or another.
Just a thought...not my area.
Jen, Certificate of fetal death?! I would have totally lost it. I can sorta see them refering to Peanut as a fetus, but a full term baby three hours old? That's just inexcusable and shows the utmost contempt for human life.
Think Angel and Peanut might find each other up there like we've found each other down here?
Batman, I doubt it.
Thanks for the GREAT comments on my blog..LOL
On a lighter note, The Incredible Mister Limpet (1964) was a favorite of mine as a kid, partly because I was one of those spooky children who actually understood u-boats and naval warfare as a 3rd grader, and because of the way he looked as a fish. I'm pretty sure the name "Limpet" was a direct refernce to a limpet mine, which was a submarine-delivered (or diver-delivered) explosive that attached underneath a ship and exploded later after the delivery folks had scampered to safety.
Yikes. I grew up into a spooky adult it seems.
Barbara Boxer is one of the two U.S. senators from my state. She is a daily embarrassment.
I did totally lose it. I cried for days. I wanted to shred the document. I spent months on the phone with the Texas Dept of blah blah Records. No dice.
I kept it because it's part of my story. Fuck 'em and their terminology.
I know the truth. I know that Angel was fully human. I know that the baby that I miscarried at 8 weeks gestation (6 months after Angel was born) was fully human...and a BABY. :-)
I know the truth. God knows the truth.
And yes, I do believe that Angel and Peanut will find each other. Those babies have lots of love to share, and lots of songs to sing, games to play, laughter to laugh.
Love you.......
David, nice to see you.
Lightning Man, you don't scare me!!! ***sticks out tongue*** Mr. Limpet was one of my favs as a kid as well.
PCC, I feel for you...
Pinky, I feel so bad for you.(((hugs)))
Thank you for your love, friend.
I don't feel bad about this part of my journey. I used to want to change it...and sometimes I still do.
But I'm starting to realize that with time, God is using my grief to help shape me into the woman that I've always wanted to be.
My relationship with Him is growing and changing.
It's a slow process for me.
I'm a slow learner. ;-)
God is bigger than I was taught.
But one thing...our instincts regarding these babies....our instincts are always right. They are our children. A mother's heart never forgets.
Love you, too.
I hope you're nurturing yourself.
You MOST DEFINITELY are worth it.
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