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Jenn’s Sunday Sermon – Mother’s Day

Happy Mother's Day to everyone – to birth moms and adoptive moms, to single moms and married moms, to dads flying solo, to foster parents, grandparents, and aunts and uncles who've stepped in to raise a child who needed them, to all of you who are someone special to a child. 

This Mother's Day take the time to remember – and pray for:

Those mothers around the world who've lost a child to war or disease, to gang violence or accident, to starvation or drugs.

The mothers of those currently serving in the US military.

The mothers of  Iraq.

The mothers of Afghanistan.

The mothers of Darfur.

The mothers of Africa. 

Whether a grown man or a toddler, a high school senior or a preteen girl – there are mothers everywhere who would give anything for one last hug, one last kiss, one last whispered "I love you."

Take the time to be grateful if you are not among them. 

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This is for all the mothers who have sat up all night with sick toddlers in their arms, wiping up barf laced with Oscar Mayer wieners and cherry Kool-Aid saying, "It's OK honey, Mommy's here." when they keep crying and won't stop.

This is for all the mothers who show up at work with spit-up in their hair and milk stains on their blouses and diapers in their purse.

For all the mothers who run carpools and make cookies and sew Halloween costumes. And all the mothers who DON'T.

This is for the mothers who gave birth to babies they'll never see. And the mothers who took those babies and gave them homes.

This is for all the mothers who froze their buns off on metal bleachers at football or soccer games Friday night instead of watching from cars,so that when their kids asked, "Did you see me?" they could say, "Of course, I wouldn't have missed it for the world," and mean it.

This is for all the mothers who yell at their kids in the grocery store and swat them in despair when they stomp their feet like a tired 2-year old who wants ice cream before dinner.

This is for all the mothers who sat down with their children and explained all about making babies. And for all the mothers who wanted to but just couldn't. For all the mothers who read "Goodnight, Moon" twice a night for a year, and then read it again. "Just one more time."

This is for all the mothers who taught their children to tie their shoelaces before they started school. And for all the mothers who opted for Velcro instead.

This is for all the mothers who teach their sons to cook and their daughters to sink a jump shot.

This is for all mothers whose heads turn automatically when a little voice calls " Mom ?" in a crowd, even though they know their own off spring are at home.

This is for all the mothers who sent their kids to school with stomach aches, assuring them they'd be just FINE once they got there, only to get calls from the school nurse an hour later asking them to please pick them up right away.

This is for mothers whose children have gone astray, who can't find the words to reach them.

For all the mothers who bite their lips sometimes until they bleed–when their 14 year olds dye their hair green.

What makes a good Mother anyway? Is it patience? Compassion? Broad hips? The ability to nurse a baby, cook dinner, and sew a button on a shirt, all at the same time? Or is it heart? Is it the ache you feel when you watch your son or daughter disappear down the street, walking to school alone for the very first time?

The jolt that takes you from sleep to dread, from bed to crib 2 A.M. to put your hand on the back of a sleeping baby? The need to flee from wherever you are and hug your child when you hear news of a fire, a car accident, a child dying?

For all the mothers of the victims of all these school shootings, and the mothers of those who did the shooting.

For the mothers of the survivors, and the mothers who sat in front of their TVs in horror, hugging their child who just came home from school safely.

This is for mothers who put pinwheels and teddy bears on their children's graves.

This is for young mothers stumbling through diaper changes and sleep deprivation.

And mature mothers learning to let go.

For working mothers and stay-at-home mothers.

Single mothers and married mothers.

Mothers with money, mothers without.

This is for you all. So hang in there.

    — Unknown

To my mother:

Thank you is never enough.

For gritting your teeth and biting your tongue as you let me make my own decisions, even the ones you disagreed with.

For being there to pick me up when it turned out exactly as you expected, without ever saying, "I told you so."

For the advice I didn't take, and the advice I did.

For making me be the mom, during those times when it would have been easier to do it yourself.

For helping me get your grandchildren through the years of colic and teething, bike accidents and broken bones and driving lessons. For teaching me that pennies will pass and so will fluorescent hair dye.

For  making me hold my own hand when I needed to, but always being there with yours, just in case.

For all your support, for all your encouragement, for your inspiration, for all that you have done and continue to do – thank you, Mom!

Love you muchly! 

–Jenn 

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May 13, 2006 Posted by | Children, Mother's Day, Women | 2 Comments

The Decidererer

Make up a caption: 

I like: "Uhhhh….who we talkin' about?"

and

"Why's ever'body always pickin' on me?"

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Photo credit: Kevin Lamarque/Reuters 

May 13, 2006 Posted by | Bush, Uncategorized | 5 Comments

The Rude Pundit’s Impeachment Advice for Dems

I love reading The Rude Pundit. If nothing else, the spewing and rants comfort me at a time when the rest of America seems anesthetized by American Idol and Survivor and every other stupid show about horny morons.

The Rude Pundit is indeed rude, so if sailor-talk gives you the vapors and causes you to clutch your pearls, you might want to avoid reading it.

Impeachment Campaign…(The Cangue) is a favorite. I've read it every morning since it appeared – just to brighten my day. Here's a favorite excerpt: (all emphasis is mine)

For Democratic Congressional candidates, it's simple enough. (And if they're not doing the following already, they are missing out on a golden opportunity.) Choose any random Democrat running against a Republican. Let's say Lois Murphy, running against incumbent Republican Jim Gerlach in Pennsylvania's Sixth Districh. Gerlach has got his Bush-cangue already, so in every ad that Murphy runs, every appearance that Murphy makes, she should make sure to mention how much Gerlach is beholden to Bush and Cheney. Hell, she should makes sure that she always says, "Jim Gerlach and George Bush believe…" And fill in the blank. That's the weight, man. Hell, with Gerlach and other House members, there's the added weight of Tom DeLay: "What Jim Gerlach, George Bush, and Tom DeLay did…" And who the fuck's gonna vote for him? Someone who actually still supports Bush and DeLay? That's gettin' to be precious, precious few people, and we'd call them "bugfuck insane."

The guilt-by-association rhetorical device is specious and overused, except when it's true. And with a President and party so hated by nearly the entire nation, when the only "victory" that Bush is said to be "celebrating" is more tax cuts for the very wealthy, well, it's time to move in for the rhetorical kill, and that's to use Bush against his party. Again, as the Rude Pundit said yesterday, the idea is to force Republican candidates to choose between supporting Bush or denying him, and either way there's a bear trap waiting to chomp down.

And here comes the best part:

Democrats need to bathe in the streams of blood pouring from the wounded administration and the hemhorraging Republican Party. They need to celebrate like ancient rites would have them, eating the hearts of their enemies to make them stronger. So when, for instance, Hillary Clinton is asked to say something nice about Bush, she shouldn't respond that he's one charming motherfucking pig or some such shit. No, she should say, "His heart was tasty. His blood was warmer than I thought it would be."

May 13, 2006 Posted by | Bush, Congress, Culture of Corruption, Democrats, Government, Politics, Republicans, White House | Leave a comment

Blue Tuesday in PA

Tuesday is Pennsylvania's primary day – and hopefully, the beginning of the end for Rick Santorum and PA-10's own Congresscritter – the mistress-chokin' Don Sherwood. Sherwood is so disliked, he's not only running against Fightin' Dem, Chris Carney, but against a Republican – Kathy Scott.

Republicans are not happy people right now. They're facing some tough choices: support the President and the approved Republican candidates, vote for the Democratic candidates, or (the more likely) don't vote at all.

And, with Sherwood, morality issues come into play. There are some things that don't set well with the blue-collar, conservative, mostly Christian values in my part of northeastern PA. Having a mistress is one of them. Choking her, resulting in a domestic disturbance call to police and a lawsuit is waaayyy beyond that.

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The BIG race is for the Senate seat of Rick Santorum. Dear Ricky is going up against Bob Casey, Jr, Chuck Pennachio, and Alan Sandals. Casey, the DCCC's chosen one, is virtually indistinguishable from Santorum on issues like abortion, Iraq, gay rights, etc.

Leave it to the national organization to pick another Joe Lieberman.

From Howie Klein's post at FDL:

Santorum is currently struggling from a bout of rather virulent ethical problems, many of which seem to have at least skirted the bounds of criminality. You’ve probably heard of the K Street Project he and Tom DeLay ran as an effective tool for funding the Republican Party through grateful, very grateful, corporate lobbyists. That isn’t the half of it. The American Prospect has cast considerable doubt on the circumstances of how he financed his home and depending on how you differentiate between gifts people give to lawmakers they like and bribes they give to lawmakers who do them favors, Santorum could well find himself rooming with Randy "Duke" Cunnungham in the not too distant future.

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If you haven’t paid close attention you’d think the Democrats have already picked their candidate to oppose Santorum, Pennsylvania State Treasurer, Bob Casey, son of a recent PA governor. And you’d be partially correct. The Inside the Beltway Democratic Power Elite has already picked their candidate. And if you’re a fan of Bush’s favorite Democrat, Joe Lieberman, you’ll probably love Casey. (I only say "maybe" because Casey is considerably more reactionary on most issues than even Lieberman.) But if right-wing, pro-Big Business, anti-choice Democrats are your cup o’ java– and you accidentally stumbled into FDL– Bob Casey is the man for you.

Otherwise, you might want to consider Chuck Pennacchio, the progressive, grassroots candidate, the one Chuck Schumer and his DSCC makes believe doesn’t exist. Although Schumer’s contemptible and treacherous tactics worked at driving grassroots hero Paul Hackett out of the Democratic senatorial primary in neighboring Ohio. Pennacchio still hasn’t given up — despite the success Schumer and Casey and the Democratic Establishment have had in giving Casey’s candidacy an air of absolute inevitability.

Take the time to read the complete post here.

May 13, 2006 Posted by | Bush, Congress, Culture of Corruption, Democrats, Government, Pennsylvania, Politics, Republicans | 1 Comment