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Today, I turn 35.

I don't feel 35 in my brain, but my body reminds me quite often. Nothing major, just minor things, like those extra 20 pounds leftover from my second pregnancy didn't just fall off like they did after the first pregnancy. Knees that hurt at just the thought of going to the gym. Little things like that.

A lot has happened in the last year. I had a baby last May. My brother invited me, then UN-invited me to his wedding. My blood family stopped talking to me completely. I had a breakdown. I started therapy. My son turned 3. Someone I considered my best friend turned her back on me. Someone else, whom I also considered my best friend, stuck with me through all the shit I've been through the last year, and truly became my sister. I adopted a new brother (Hi, Andrew!).

Even with all the family shit, it's been a fairly good year for me. I have two beautiful children and a wonderful husband. I have "adopted" family who truly cares for me. I have a wonderful mother-in-law. I have great friends on the internet (only some of who I've met).

If the sun stays out, I think I'll take the kids to the park today.

Oh, and hubby got me an Ipod shuffle for my b-day present! Go me!

Pro Life? Or Pro Death?

Last week our SCOTUS raped every woman in this country. Last week, they made a decision for us, telling us that we do not have the ability to make our own medical decisions. They told us that our doctors aren't smart enough to help us make our medical decisions, despite the years of training and school our doctors have paid for. Not one man out of the 5 who raped us has ANY medical training (as far as I know). But yet they believe that we're stupid and they know what's best for us. Because Jebus told them so.

Last year, I made this post. Obviously, my emotional argurment was HYPOTHETICAL, just in case you go back and read it.

This past Sunday, DDB posted this. I hope my husband, my son, and my daughter and/or her partner NEVER has to make that kind of decision.

Here's another essay by Beth Quinn on the subject (thank you, Red Seven, for the link).

But - and here's the worst part - the justices ruled that there are NO cases except imminent death of the mother in which a D&E abortion can be legally performed now. Not to preserve her health. Not to save her uterus. The justices have replaced your doctor's judgment with their own.

Here is Gretchen Voss' story. If you can't feel her pain, you're not human.

When pro-lifers start showing respect for me, as a person, and recognize that they are NOT my parents and CANNOT and DO NOT have the right to make MY personal, medically informed, decisions, I MAY start showing them respect. Until then,

STAY THE FUCK OUT OF MY LIFE AND MY GOVERNMENT.

If you're not pissed off, you're not paying attention.

Horribly late.

Last Tuesday, the 17th, there was a local bloggers meetup that Keith and I attended. We got to meet quite a few bloggers from the area, some I knew and some I didn't. I've added everyone to a new link list over on the right, called Local Blogroll. Not all of my local blogger links are in the local blogroll, however. The ones that were in my original list, like Gone Mild and Hip Suburban White Guy, I left them in my favorites.

It was really great meeting everyone, we had a really good time, even if our kids were hellions while we were gone!

exercise, part II

I went to the gym AGAIN!

Monday, my activity for the day was walking around the block with the kids twice. That does equal a mile, so there was SOME activity.

But today I actually set my alarm, got up, fed the kids, fed myself, got everyone dressed, and drove to the gym.

I walked another 35 minutes on the treadmill at 3.5 for most of the time, and I actually sped it up enough to run for a minute, maybe two. 1.8 miles.

Something everyday, even if its small.

exercise

I actually went to the gym yesterday. I actually walked for 35 minutes on the treadmill yesterday.

I am totally amazed at myself.

There's nothing like an extra 20 pounds that WILL NOT GO AWAY after having a baby to get me motivated to exercise.

My goal is to go to the gym at least 3 days a week to either walk on the treadmill or use the stairmaster. I also have exercises I do at home on the days I don't go to the gym.

Lofty goals, I know, but I refuse to beat myself up if I miss a day or two, or three.

Our Freedom

It is our freedom, as Americans, to believe (or not believe) as we see fit. Many in Government are trying to take that freedom (along with other freedoms) away from us.

This weekend is Blog Against Theorcracy weekend. I truly hope that those who think that this country should have laws based on their religion take a moment to stop and think about the consequences if that were to truly happen.