Looking for swimwear

Despite the cold nights and the rain (with snow!) we've been getting, summer is well on its way. And with that comes swimming. The past few years we haven't done much swimming. We haven't lived near any pools and we would only be able to go once a week anyway so a membership would hardly be worth the cost. But since I'll be driving this summer, I'm hoping to get us to the pool more often, even if I have to drive twenty or thirty minutes to get there. (If anything, the kids will sleep on the way home and I can get a quick snack and eat in peace once in a while. Ha) Either way though, we do plan to at least go to Blue Marsh a few times and I'd like to take the kids to Hershey water park once or twice. That means we'll need swimsuits.

A Miscarriage Story

Let me start by saying that this is not my story to tell. I do not know this woman or her family, but I feel her story deserves a little more respect than the blog on which I found it. This woman, already a mother of two children, had a miscarriage. She decided to hold her baby and bond with it, as any mother would. Her older children met their younger sibling and essencially said their goodbyes. It may be troubling and it may be disturbing to some, but the fact remains that this is her family and this is how she chose to grieve.

I hope you dance

I've writen this over and over and I still can't manage to put together the proper words to truly express how this all makes me feel. I don't even feel like I should be writing this, because these aren't my stories to tell. And it certainly is not my place to try to tell them. But still - part of me knows I have to write something. I have to put something out there. But I don't even know where to start. *sigh*

Parents - the new inferior class of subhumans

We've all heard of gay bashing. Unfortunately it's something that happens all the time in the country and - as sad and wrong as it is - it's a part of life for many non-heterosexual people.

Thanks to "Sex and the City" we were introduced to "single bashing", where Carrie was asked to be an egg donor for a gay friend and his husband bc they wanted a child and she was single so it wasn't like she needed them. I guess she was supposed to feel awesome that they considered her to have a "topnotch egg"? They even handed her a business card. GAH! Standford takes the card from her - after Joe (the old friend) and Lou (his husband) leave - and tears it up, throwing it away. The voiceover says: "I had just experienced single bashing for the new millennium. I was no longer even considered a person. I was an egg farm."*

Quinnten doesn't like Lemonade

Although I may not eat meat, we do go to Chik-Fli-A on occassion. The man there is an amazingly nice man who is great with all the kids and remembers all of them. Plus, they have amazing lemonade and it's the only fastfood place where I can get a drink. Since Quinnten was grabbing at my straw, we decided to let him taste it.

Real Housewives

While surfing the never-ending world of the internet last night, I stumbled upon a blog discussing the week's TV shows. Since I don't have cable, I usually take a gander and see what's going on, which usually reminds me just how much I'm really not missing. Among the many clips I watched was one from that horrible excuse of a show called Real Housewives. Now I've never actually watched the show - which might explain why I haven't gauged out my own eyes yet - but I have seen previews for the show so I sort of had an idea as to what I was getting myself into.

Or not.

Ride with the Moon

The past few days have been rather ... shall we say ... interesting. Although Halloween was on Sunday, my little town felt it was appropriate to have trick-or-treating this past Thursday, which consisted of nothing more than going from porch to porch picking a piece of candy out of a bucket left there.