Mama Talk

Tune in for ramblings on having kids in your 30's, juggling a breifcase and a diaper bag, and opinions about all those worthless baby products I just HAD to have...(can you say "wet wipe warmer"!),

Wednesday, April 06, 2005

Terri Shiavo - Please don't open the door

OK, Mama's gonna get a little political on y'all. I've got my soapbox and I'm gonna use it. Here goes...
Like many of you out there, I would not want to be kept alive by machines if I were a vegetable. In my mind that means brain dead and comatose. Unfortunately, the media only showed a very brief, and terribly one sided aspect of Terry's capabilities...and thus made it appear as though she was the vegetable described above. So, I initially agreed with those who sided with her husband.

But then my eyes were opened by a website that I truly hope you will visit.

www.terrisfight.org

See for yourself the videos of Terri in the Hospice.

Watch as she smiles, interacts and tries to communicate.

Read her own Doctor's, (Not the court appointed Doctor, but the one who had worked with her for years), statements about Terri's potential for progress had her husband bothered to get her therapy.

Read statements from neurologists who have examined her brain matter.

Please don't just take the press' (and Michael Shiavo's)word that she was a vegetable. I did at first, but then I saw this website and made up my own mind.

Yes, this woman was horribly disabled. But so is my next door neighbor's 8 year old who, because of serious birth defects, is in a motorized wheelchair. Whose arms and hands are curled into fists. Who cannot speak beyond a few grunts, feed or care for himself, now or ever. But he does smile. He does coo when you hug him. He does recognize people. He does ( and doesn't do for that matter) all the things Terri Schiavo could do. And yet NO ONE would ever think of starving him to death. To do so would be a MURDER.

After reviewing the "other side of the story' I think you will come to the same conclusion I did...this woman was no vegetable. She was a helpless disabled woman who was not allowed to improve. She was murdered. I don't know why and I don't care why, all I know is it is wrong. Just as wrong as if Jimmy's parents starved him.

What scares me, is that there are apparently a lot of people out there who think this might be OK. The further we let this door open, the worse it will get. Who will be next? Kids like Jimmy? My Alzheimer ridden grandmother? How about stroke victims? From there it is an easy step to the retarded and severely mentally disabled. After all they don't contribute to society, right?

Does any of this sound familiar? It should because that is exactly what Heinrich Himmler proposed and Adolf Hitler enforced in Nazi Germany. That's right folks, it wasn't just the Jews. It was also the disabled, the retarded, those with deformities...anyone who wasn't pure or perfect and/or who didn't "contribute" to society.

PLEASE DON'T OPEN THE DOOR!!!!!!!!!!

Friday, April 01, 2005

Scrambled Eggs Smell Good! (when they're up your nose)



Mason went through a stage recently where he absolutely HAD to smell each and every item on his plate before eating it. Most of the time it just got stuck up his nose, which generally made him sneeze....all over Mama....which he found hilarious.

OK, I've got to admit, it was pretty funny...but the pre-blow picture is even funnier.

By the way, does anyone know how to get scrambled eggs out of the crevices of a digital camera?

There go my leather pants.

OK, it's like this. Two years ago I bought these AMAZING leather pants at and end of season sale. Got a HUGE deal. Best of all they made my ass look the OPPOSITE of huge. Of course, it was May and too warm to wear them for another few months, but they were SOOOO worth the wait. And then I found out I was pregnant. OK, fine...they are gorgeous and still worth the wait, even if it will be 10 months or so.

Dammit! Why didn't anyone TELL me I would not magically return to my regular size the minute Mason was born. So now he's a year old. Just weaned, which means I can diet. I can have a BEER. I can get skinny, get sexy and go out with my husband for a beer! Should only take a couple months. WOOO HOOO, leather pants here I come!

And then I found out I was pregnant.

Oh well, give it another 2 years. Of course they will probably be so out of style they'll almost be back in again, but I'm gonna wear those pants one day if it kills me.

Does anyone else out there dream of wearing pants without a spandex belly panel?