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Jen isn't quite sure when she lost her mind, but it is probably documented here on Meditatio. She blogs because the world needs her snark at all hours of the night... and she probably can't sleep anyway.

52 Weeks of Blogging with A Purpose: A Room Within My Childhood Home

The topic this week: a room within my childhood home.

I can see the living room with the leather chairs that had the sheepskin throws on them, the leather couch, and te TV which we used to watch Sesame Street. I can also see our old coffee table with the slats to hold magazines underneath. At night, Mom used to read to us with one of us in the “nest” between her and the couch and the other one on her other side. It seems that she read to us every night without fail. Against the back wall was the fish tank.

Later, the leather couch and chairs were replaced by white loveseats and a white couch from some Danish furniture store and the coffee table disappeared. The TV was moved into another room and the fish tank was moved into a different position where it is now. I have memories of sitting on them and reading or sitting and doing my homework there in middle school and high school. The piano also replaced the fish tank against the wall and the fish tank was moved to enclose a coffee table. It’s the current layout of the room but it hasn’t changed in 25 years.

When I was home this last weekend, two of my parents’ cats would jump up on the back of the couch to be brushed, sitting on one of the afghans I had gifted them with over the last 10 years. I fell asleep on the couch on Saturday and woke up to find Daniel asleep on the floor on one of the afghans that my mom had put in front of the fireplace. It brought back memories of the times in college when I would be home for whatever reason and fall asleep reading there.

Now go see Becky and what memories everyone else has of a place in their childhood home.

Musings on the Situation with Syria

**DISCLAIMER** I am a Blue Dog Democrat (albeit a thoughtful one) so telling me that I’m going to hell for voting for Obama or supporting him will get you put in my spam folder. You’re welcome to disagree with me in the comments but be polite.

I took part in the prayer and fasting on September 7th though my fast was from the Internet with the exception of email. The reasons for this were: I honestly could go all day without eating and not really think about it. My endocrinologist is also messing with my medications and I’d rather not be fasting while she uses me as her own personal science experiment. Giving up Internet was definitely something that caused me to think and ponder more than giving up food would have done.

Here are some musings that have come about as a result:

[+] I took a class called “The Making of the Modern Middle East” in college and it’s making me more determined than ever that we are completely screwed when it comes to the Middle East because it isn’t divided up in any rational fashion — it’s all about the oil. This means that ethnic groups and sects of Islam are not divided up by homelands but rather shoved together into nations that have no sense of unity. Syria is one of these places. Assad’s regime are Alawite Muslims which are an off-shoot of Shiite Muslims. The rebels are Sunni. Because of Assad’s regime being a minority (and being pretty repressive), other minorities enjoyed protection that they would likely not have otherwise.

[+] I want to vomit every time I see articles like this one because it means more deaths of Christians (already a persecuted group in the Middle East) and the destruction of parts of my religious heritage by people who have no freaking clue what they’re doing. It’s painful because I know that most Muslims in Syria are not going to hurt their Christian neighbors but the Al Qaeda freaks who have joined the rebels will. It also pains me because the image that many people in the United States will have is that all Muslims hate Christians which is totally inaccurate and a stereotype that I’ve been fighting for 12 years. I even had to call out a former co-worker over email today for forwarding an email denigrating people who buy the special Eid stamp from the postal service. I had other co-workers who called Muslims “rag heads” and I felt like stabbing my ears with screwdrivers. Islam is largely ethic and what it looks like highly depends on the group with which you are associating.

[+] I read this week about the members of the Black Democratic Caucus who are having a conflict of conscience over the Syria issue. On the one hand, they want to support Barack Obama. On the other hand, they’re morally against the military intervention. I was heartened to read about this because I needed the reminder that there are people in Congress who are actually voting on legislation based on their moral beliefs and not to be partisan in any form. I also had uncharitable thoughts about whether Republicans would support this if it was Mitt Romney as president suggesting it. It brought to mind Jeannette Rankin, the first woman elected to Congress and the representative for Montana. She was one of 50 to vote against entering World War I and the only House member to vote against entering World War II after the bombing of Pearl Harbor. Her comment: “As a woman, I can’t go to war and I refuse to send anyone else.” Do we have people like that in Congress today?

[+] I was talking to my mom about this yesterday and she made an interesting comment that goes back to my first musing: “In the Middle East, there is no good side to be on.” If we arm the rebels, we’re creating another Taliban and Afghanistan. Bombing Syria to punish Assad for the chemical warfare attacks would just kill more innocent people who would be “collateral damage”, a term that I find repulsive. The correct answer diplomatically is pretty much working with other countries in the region to help but very few countries are willing to do so because it is such a volatile situation. There is no good answer, save working with the UN to do something but I don’t know how long we can tarry on that level.

In short, this is a situation where we really need to pray for peace and for our leaders to act judiciously and wisely. This means that all of us (including people who despise Barack Obama and want him out of office) need to pray for wisdom for him and for our lawmakers as they figure what to do (if anything).

The Simple Woman’s Daybook: September 8, 2013

Simple Woman's Daybook

FOR TODAY September 8, 2013

Outside my window… dark right now. Bloody hot even down in San Jose (got back up to my neck of the woods about 9:30 p.m.) and close to 100 up where I live. I’m watching the weather for Dallas right now because my evil twin is there for a training class and I’m laughing because he bragged about getting away to the Pacific Northwest to escape the heat… only to be sent to Dallas after a week of work!

I am thinking… about the situation in Syria.

I am thankful… for a wonderful weekend with my parents.

In the kitchen… lemon cupcakes from Friday and lots of dishes to wash.

I am wearing… my “Online Debate Team” t-shirt and running shorts.

I am creating… various posts.

I am going… to hopefully sleep better tonight.

I am wondering… when Edda will stop licking me. (Do I taste like shower gel? Is it a good taste?)

I am reading… Sundays in America by Suzanne Strempek Shea. There are points when I want to smack her but it’s been interesting to see her church visits through the lens of her experience and upbringing.

I am hoping… my new keyboard arrives soon. (I accidentally broke my H key off my laptop keyboard.)

I am looking forward to… my mani/pedi on Thursday. It will be a quiet morning and I have craziness for the next few days.

Around the house… unpacking and consolidating to do.

I am pondering… too many things.

A favorite quote for today… “There are three ways of taking the command to turn the other cheek. One is the Pacifist interpretation; it means what it says and imposes a duty of nonresistance on all men in all circumstances. Another is the minimising interpretation; it does not mean what it says but is merely an orientally
hyperbolical way of saying that you should put up with a lot and be placable. Both you and I agree in rejecting this view. The conflict is therefore between the Pacifist interpretation and a third one which I am now going to propound.
I think the text means exactly what it says, but with an understood reservation in favour of those obviously exceptional cases which every hearer would naturally assume to be exceptions without being told. . . . . That is,
insofar as the only relevant factors in the case are an injury to me by my neighbour and a desire on my part to retaliate, then I hold that Christianity commands the absolute mortification of that desire. No quarter whatever is
given to the voice within us which says, ‘He??s done it to me, so I??ll do the same to him.'” — C.S. Lewis, The Weight of Glory

One of my favorite things… silence. I have it right now and it is glorious.

A few plans for the rest of the week: hearing aid appointments for Daniel tomorrow, Morning Prayer on Tuesday and possibly a Target run, haircut on Wednesday and ABA therapy for Daniel, mani/pedi on Thursday, quarterly meeting with Daniel’s autism people and the Regional Center in the morning on Friday as well as ABA therapy that afternoon.

Hosted by The Simple Woman’s Daybook

7 Quick Takes: Edda Helps This Week

7 Quick Takes

Edda is taking refuge from Daniel on my lap (where he has to use gentle hands to pet her) so she’s going to help me with my quick takes this week.

— 1 —

Orphans. Do you see these two sweet children?

L-R: Brett and Iris
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Brett still needs a mama. Iris finally has a family committed to her and they are compiling their dossier to send to her country.

Click on their names to see their Reece’s Rainbow pages.

— 2 —

“Mom of the Year” material here. Just a word of advice: if your child has been terrified of car washes in the past, it’s not incredibly good to take him through one because “he might have gotten over his fear”. It’s sensory hell and in addition to your kid flipping out to the point that they puke, you’ll also have a headache from the screaming.

Totally the “Mom of the Year” here.

— 3 —

Fasting for peace. I’m not sure what I’ll be fasting from because I’ll be with my parents but I’m taking part. There’s also a beautiful prayer here. (HT: Fr. James Martin, S.J)

Fasting for peace on September 7th.

— 4 —

Where bloggers blog. There’s a Tumblr that is showing pictures of where bloggers blog. I haven’t submitted one yet but I’m considering it.

— 5 —

Al Franken delivers. A couple weeks ago, I posted about some harmless political fun. He offered to let people vote on what Minnesota State Fair food he would eat in a virtual postcard to supporters. The verdict: deep-fried pickles with chocolate sauce. To spare you having to surf to one of his donation pages, I’m embedding the video below. (The actual eating of the pickles is at 1:18.)

And no, I don’t live in Minnesota — I just like Al Franken. 🙂

— 6 —

Wow. When Jon went to pick Daniel up today, his teacher asked why we hadn’t told her that he knew all his capital letters. Ummm… because we didn’t know? It sounds like someone has been paying attention during Circle Time! Go Daniel!

— 7 —

Hot hot hot! It’s supposed to be in the triple digits this weekend. Seriously, I’m wishing it was December in Montana with sub-zero temperatures. I hate heat. At least when it’s that cold, you can put a ton of layers on. When it’s this hot, you can only take so much off.

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Five Favorites: Miscellanea (XIV)

Five Favorites

One

The guy who helped me at the Social Security office today. You know how I was complaining about having to deal with Social Security today? I got the one competent person in the office. He figured out immediately what had happened regarding Daniel’s SSI and fixed it. (It was a data entry error.) He also had the brilliant insight about the SSA not needing copies of my taxes because they could just get the numbers from the IRS. Wow… government agencies actually communicating. That’s so… obvious.

Two

Black cats. Why yes, Edda is helping me write this post. How did you guess? (Edda, for those new to my blog, is my house panther.) She would like to register her objection to the existence of the Daniel kitten and the fact that he torments her by chasing her and not petting her with gentle hands.

Three

Sub-zero temperatures. Wishful thinking on my part because it’s bloody hot here and I also miss living in a place where there are four distinct seasons. We don’t have decent fall colors here because it doesn’t get cold enough and I strangely miss snow. (Edda would like to register her objection to snow because it confuses her as a black cat.)

Four

Daniel’s ABA therapists. He loves them enough that last Friday, they were meeting at our house outside of session and I had to very pointedly distract him because he couldn’t understand why they weren’t there to play with him. (These are people who exist to make him do things he hates doing.) He also fell asleep snuggled between two of them while they were tabulating data today. (They feel similarly about him.)

Five

Sleep. Daniel was off for Monday and Tuesday (translation: no sleep-in day for Jen which she needs in order to fight off a stomach bug) and I was on the go all day today other than an attempted catnap (in my case, an attempted nap with a big orange tabby) before Daniel’s ABA session started this afternoon. I think I’ll page my tabby and curl up now.

Go love up Hallie and the others.

{Virtual} Coffee Date (vol. 5)

{Virtual Coffee Date}

Once you’re done here, go visit Karianna and the other coffee drinkers.

If we were having coffee, I’d tell you that Thomas of Fuller Life finally revealed the gender of the twins. Note to self: get Thomas’ wife Alison a 12-pack of mani/pedi coupons and find someone nearby to take her for “girl time”. (Kidding, Thomas… when I do get mani/pedi’s, I’m usually reading something on my NOOK during the pedicure part and trying ignoring the outside world during the manicure part.)

If we were having coffee, I’d talk about how much I don’t want to go to the Social Security office tomorrow and how much I hate dealing with them. They screwed up Daniel’s SSI (AGAIN!!!!) and I have to go bring them copies of my 2011 and 2012 taxes… which they should already have. Seriously, I think they pulled numbers out of their butts for the latest determination. Oh well… I needed to clean my purse out anyway (they search it) and this will give me a chance to do some reading.

If we were having coffee, I would tell you about the serious cuteness of the red panda cub this weekend at the Sacramento Zoo. The tiger cub was also pretty stinking cute, especially as it pounced its mama wanting to play.

If we were having coffee, I would tell you how addicted I am to the CW summer show, Breaking Pointe. I was able to cheat a little bit and look up who is still with the company on the Ballet West website but the whole process of whether Ian or Zach got the contract with the company and the saga with Allison and her fiancé as well as with Christiana and her husband Chris.

If we were having coffee, I would tell you how irritated I am that Qubo stopped showing He-Man at night. Seriously, that was my fall-back when the 9:00 shows on the other networks were disappointing. It was also a tie to my childhood.

Thank you for having coffee (tea) with me this week. Same time next week!

52 Weeks of Blogging with a Purpose: What Being A Mom Looks Like

The topic this week: what being a mom looks like. I’m going to borrow Becky’s way of laying things out.

Being a mom looks like an octopus. I have joked for four years about waiting for my third arm to grow in and I keep being really disappointed that it hasn’t yet. It would enable me to hold Daniel propped against my waist while signing some kind of medical document while the third arm goes through my wallet looking for insurance cards. Another great scenario: one arm can be under Daniel who has fallen asleep in my lap while the other two type things up.

Being a mom looks like a DVD player with a copy of “Winnie the Pooh” stuck in it. “Winnie the Pooh” allows me to get so incredibly much done in our house and I was never the mom who claimed that she would limit her kids’ screen time. (That would be seriously hypocritical of me.)

Being a mom looks like a bobblehead doll. I know that I do so much smiling and nodding at the crap people tell me about how to parent Daniel and the “advice” in parenting forums because it is either a.) absolute crap, b.) based on pseudoscience, c.) Sanctimommy sludge, or d.) all of the above. When Daniel was diagnosed with autism, I made the rule that I would only listen to advice from other autistic moms/grandmas because I would probably claw the other so-called “experts” to death. However, Jon really hates me shedding the blood of the stupid, so I do a lot of smiling and nodding.

Being a mom looks like a much-needed shower. I joke that if I can’t remember the last time I showered, it’s probably time. I can’t leave Daniel alone for 10 minutes in order to shower so any showers I get are while he’s sleeping, napping, at school, or being watched by someone else. I have a very simple hairstyle and I don’t wear make-up for this reason — I have no promise that I can do much past combing my hair and brushing my teeth when it comes to my morning beauty routine.

Being a mom looks like a candle lit in a church. Daniel figures into so many of my prayers and I have hopes and dreams for him. It’s not uncommon for me to duck into a church and light a candle for something when I’m out by myself.

Being a mom looks like a gymnastics coach after their athlete has nailed a perfect floor routine to win the Olympics. There has been pain, frustration, tears, and focus to reach a goal and when it finally happens, you want to pick up your child and spin them around.

Now go see Becky and what everyone else thinks of when imagining a mother.