Zzzzz

Good news, not that anyone truly cares. But to the point, I'm finally able to sleep again since three days ago. I guess I'm just completely at peace when I go to bed now because I know that I'm doing absolutely everything I possibly can do for the innocent Americans denied the right to life.

Maybe not

Today I was talking to a good friend who is a Private Investigator in Atlanta. He was describing in vague terms, no specifics, some cases he was working on, and the corrupt lifestyles of these people. He said, "It's incredible what these people were involved in yet on Sunday they were Christians just like you or me." There was a rather long pause, and then he added, " Ok, maybe that wasn't the best example." Lol. We laughed very hard.

Oliver and Charles were peeling a carrot in the kitchen while I was making dinner. Oliver had been manning the peeler for awhile, and Charles finally said in disgust, " It's mine turn to skin it."

Jonathan and I were talking in the kitchen tonight while I was fixing dinner. "Jonathan, I'm taking off the entire day on Friday. I'm not going to work at all. I'm not even going to check my email or answer the phone." There was a long pause, and Jonathan gave me a look with one eyebrow raised. "Ok, I have to check my email, but look at the bright side. I won't be checking it while we are at the pool."

I was at a meeting last week where we were promoting the Human Life Amendment, and some people there asked about birth control. Martin (the Rep. carrying the bill) and I both said that we were not in any way opposed to birth control, that the amendment had absolutely nothing to do with that, and that we encouraged some people to use birth control. Believe it or not, there was a woman there who came completely unglued, livid with us that we would murder the possibility of future children by using birth control. Martin thought for a moment and then broke into that Monty Python song, "Every sperm is sacred." I thought it was really funny, but I think the effect was lost on her. I also have a feeling that she was one of the very few people in Georgia who would yell at me for having too few children. She was single, of course.

Jonathan's grocery adventure

The other day on our way home from Greek & cello lessons, and running errands, knowing that Jon would be at school until late, I decided it was a Taco Bell night. I also needed bananas for the veracious appetite of Vivian, so I decided to drop Jonathan at Publix, let him buy the bananas while I headed for the Taco Bell drive through.

"Jonathan, why don't you just run in and get the bananas," I said. Jonathan got a big grin, his chest puffed out with pride and his voice went a little lower. "Sure, mom, no problem."

I counted out the money, instructed him on the art of banana choosing and watched as he walked into Publix. He waved proudly from the entry, and I drove on. A little while later, I returned, and Jonathan came out to meet me, receipt in hand, huge grin, and nothing else. I rolled down the passenger side window. " Hi, Jonathan." He answered, "Hi," all happy and proud. "So, where are the bananas?" Jonathan got a confused look on his face, glanced at the receipt, then at the ground, and suddenly it came back to him. He blushed and ran inside. He emerged moments later, with a brown grocery sack of bananas.

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Vivvie is the dolliest of dollies. She is really cute when she is chomping down on scrambled eggs. She shoves in the eggs until her cheeks puff way out and then she literally chomps away, mouth wide open. Oliver can't understand why it isn't cute when he eats with his mouth open. Vivvie is taking steps here and there, but not quite walking. And she still refuses to hold her own bottle. She will push it away an reject it until one of us holds it for her. For right now, she is getting away with this, but it will soon come to an end.

The other day the kids and I were at the Atlanta Surgi-Center for a Silent Siege. As we all gathered in a circle and prayed with the other people in attendance, Oliver kept asking, "When do we go in and save the babies?" I think that he thought we were going to go get them and bring them home with us.

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I am now doing more on my iBook G4 than email and blogging. I've figured out iCal (which I am using to maximum capacity- and it is now emailing me reminders. It's almost like having a computer wife), and I'm using iAddress in a way I never thought possible. The note part is very handy since I'm making a confusing number of contacts on a daily basis. I record little memory things like- She is single with three dogs. Loves to chew on lemons- I realize that this sort of information has nothing in particular to do with the amendment, but it has to do with the people that have to do with the amendment, and who knows when the little things will matter lots.

In other news, I'm not sleeping well, and this problem is not going away. It would help if I were working on some legislation that would make a law so wild flower seeds were sprinkled on all grass medians in Georgia- this way we wouldn't pay for the areas to be mowed, and they would be beautiful all spring and summer. Instead, I'm working on legislation that involves little fully formed, fully feeling humans being pulled apart in small pieces while alive kicking and writhing in pain. There is just no happy way to look at this. It kills me to stand in front of the Atlanta Surgi-Center, watch these women go inside knowing that their little one is warm and safe in the womb, sucking her thumb, and all peaceful, and a sharp probe is going to come in, grasp a little foot and wrench it off, followed by 10-15 more passes before the baby is dead. Then the little thumb sucking baby will just be a mass of pieces washed down a garbage disposal. This is highly disturbing to me. It is incomprehensible that American civilization has come to this.

George Washington at a serious low point in the war for American Independence wrote his soldiers a powerful message that was to be read throughout the camp. It was winter. Everyone was hungry. There weren't enough shoes or blankets, and morale was very low. Washington encouraged his men to fight like they had never fought before because they were not fighting for their wives and children or even themselves, but for the millions of unborn Americans that would come after them. Our founding fathers, froze, starved and shed their blood for us while we were not yet born in anticipation of our arrival. And so I'm up at 5 or 6am back at work, after working late into the night, in anticipation of the millions of unborn Americans that are yet to be.

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House work is like shoveling manure. No matter how fast you shovel, the horses are making more at the same rate.

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Yesterday, June 12th, was a day of meetings at the Capitol so I decided to do myself and the kids a favor and leave them at their Mor Mor's house. They were very excited. I had fixed a casserole for dinner, and as Mor Mor was lifting it hot and bubbly out of the oven, Gabriel pointed and said, " I do not like that." When I got back to the house at about 7:30pm Vivian called for me, "Mama". This is a brand new trick. Is there anything cuter than a 12 month old calling for mama? I turned into a pile of the gooeist goo. She stands now, and takes a few steps here and there. But is not really walking yet.