Thursday, August 30, 2012

Applying logic to election campaigns

A) Every politician in the 2012 presidential election has lied/is lying to us blatantly in speeches, interviews, and ads, usually by taking the opponent's words and actions out of context.

B) The majority of Americans are actively supporting such politicians via everything from "liking" their Facebook pages to repeating the rhetoric.

If A and B, then C.

C) The majority of Americans don't care about being lied to by the politicians that are on the "correct" side.

If C, then D.

D) We are asinine for letting this election approach work.

Wednesday, August 22, 2012

Buying power

Oh what a running theme it is. It's hard wanting something you can't have, but especially when it's within reach.

I've spent much time and energy trying to conceive and wanting medical help toward that goal. When I finally have my doctor's attention, I'm faced with insurance coverage that doesn't actually cover anything.

I put effort into being satisfied where money is concerned. I've fought my way into not having expensive tastes, not needing fancy vacations, fancy cars, a big house, or name brand anything. But to find out that the baby I really do want is on the other side of expensive tests makes me crazy.

Maybe it's because I don't understand why it's so expensive for a half hour of a doctor's time and an x-ray. And that dredges up the ugliness I repress, the bitter person who hates the rich for not knowing what it's like. For how easy it must be.

For making it true that something I want so much can be bought, just not by me.

I'm being dramatic. I have a job. I'm not homeless. Eventually I'll get the test and pay the money and let the stress of wondering how to pay the mortgage on my little hole in the ground compound. And I'll fight to forget that so many people don't have this problem, because so many more people are currently unable to buy life-saving treatment. Angry thoughts give way to sad thoughts and the world keeps turning.


Friday, August 17, 2012

If anyone wants to read it, well, that's nice.

I'm not even sure what this blog is about anymore, or if it matters that it has no purpose and my original motivation has quietly come free from gravity and is floating somewhere up in the rain clouds, appearing occasionally during the brief flashes of lightning that is my old self, my old brain, making cameos in my current life.

Now and then I'm just going to blabber here and throw questions, because questions are all I really ever have, and if anyone in the world wants to read it, well, that's nice.

I get short home movies from my husband sometimes in the middle of the work day, and that's just one more reason why I couldn't make it through the week or day or moment without this guy. Here are the more recent ones.

Knocking cars off the ottoman.

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He watched Daddy put two felt stickers on the chair legs and did all the rest himself, even repositioning the ones that weren't straight.

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We're still working on talking. Daddy got him to say one "oh oh." The rest is babble, to our slight frustration.

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Expressing yes and no.

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I live for them.