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+0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-12-14T20:56:38.255-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Fictional Characters</category><title>My Favorite Fictional Characters</title><description>Fictional or not, these "people" rock....so behold a list of my 15 favorite people who never existed (in no particular order) and why I love them so....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Marguerite St. Just (The Scarlet Pimpernel series)&lt;/strong&gt;-because she is brave, passionate, loyal, frighteningly impulsive, and wonderful.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Heathcliff (Wuthering Heights)-&lt;/strong&gt;because he is both heart-breakingly romantic and disturbingly psychotic in a way no other character can be.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anne (Anne of Green Gables series)&lt;/strong&gt;-because she is the first character I felt I could be best friends with.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oz (Buffy the Vampire Slayer)&lt;/strong&gt;-because he is smart and sweet and sarcastic, and the first character I wished I could date.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Buffy (Buffy the Vampire Slayer)&lt;/strong&gt;-because she has &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Buffyverse" target="_blank" title="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Buffyverse" rel="nofollow"&gt;her own universe&lt;/a&gt;...because she &lt;a href="http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/BuffySpeak" target="_blank" title="http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/BuffySpeak" rel="nofollow"&gt;created her own language&lt;/a&gt;...because she reinvented the heroines of modern tv...because I am a nerd.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don Quixote (Don Quixote)&lt;/strong&gt;-because chivalry is never truly dead.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nancy Drew (Nancy Drew series)&lt;/strong&gt;-because nothing says awesome like a matching sweater set and a post-investigation sundae with Bess.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dr. Horrible/Billy (Dr. Horrible's Sing-Along Blog)&lt;/strong&gt;-because  he is the best anti-hero in the Whedonverse (Mal from Firefly being a close second), because he sings, because  he is played by Neil-Freakin'-Patrick-Harris, and (once again) because I  am a nerd.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Elizabeth Bennett (Pride and Prejudice)&lt;/strong&gt;-because she was so ahead of her time, yet perfectly proper for her time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mr. Darcy (Pride and Prejudice)&lt;/strong&gt;-because  where Elizabeth goes, Mr. Darcy must follow...and because he is the  fictional character I find most swoon-worthy as an adult.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Meg (A Wrinkle in Time)&lt;/strong&gt;-because this was my first science fiction book and I always liked to think I was just like her.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sherlock Holmes (Sherlock Holmes series)&lt;/strong&gt;-because no matter how much I tried I could never be as smart as he is and I respect that.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Gilmore Girls (The Gilmore Girls)&lt;/strong&gt;-because their dialogue is so fantastic it makes them count as one character.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gilbert Blythe (Anne of Green Gables)&lt;/strong&gt;-because  he can be honorable and playful at the same time...because I love him  in the first book, but even in the last as an older man I appreciate  him.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Holly Golightly&lt;/strong&gt;-because how can you NOT love her?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Do you have a fictional character you were once best friends with (or just wish you were)?  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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/IveChangedMyNameToMommy/~4/XbnzAC6S-8I" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/IveChangedMyNameToMommy/~3/XbnzAC6S-8I/laugh-and-awww_28.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (MrsM)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://ivechangedmynametomommy.blogspot.com/2010/10/laugh-and-awww_28.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3670115623441863528.post-8304126397863711908</guid><pubDate>Wed, 27 Oct 2010 14:13:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-10-28T16:33:12.157-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Grand Rebranding</category><title>Check Me Out</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;blurt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;" align="CENTER"&gt;&lt;a name="hotword2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a name="hotword1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a name="hotword"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent;"&gt;–verb&lt;/span&gt; (used with object)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;" align="CENTER"&gt;&lt;span style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent;"&gt;1.to utter&lt;/span&gt; suddenly or inadvertently; &lt;span style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent;"&gt;divulge&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent;"&gt;impulsively ('blurted out')&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;" align="CENTER"&gt;&lt;a name="hotword34"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a name="hotword33"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;...it's what I'll be doing here.  That's right, I've rebranded as a verb-because that's what life is all about.  Being, doing, saying...I'm so excited!  You may be wondering-what kind of stuff am I going to be blurting out around here?  Well you can never know for sure.  I like the endless possibility angle.  But to give you some sort of direction, I am going to give you a few peaks into what I will be talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about topics in the form of prizes?  I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;love &lt;/span&gt;giving stuff away (hey, that's kind of a topic in and of itself)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I love talking about kids and parenting, and completely plan on continuing to do so, I'm going to be giving away a handmade tutu dress, just like this tutu halter dress I made for Baby Bug as a part of her Halloween costume...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mtZNW3e0pEk/TMexxddv44I/AAAAAAAABYc/Dv98GVeaLwA/s1600/tutudress.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mtZNW3e0pEk/TMexxddv44I/AAAAAAAABYc/Dv98GVeaLwA/s400/tutudress.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532586130529051522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll be able to pick your own colors and length of course (I'm happy to make you a regular length tutu) and if you want flowers or not...whatever you think your little one would like best!  The tutu dresses are a lot of fun for dress up, and I think they'd make a great birthday (or Christmas!) present too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what else I like to talk about?  Politics and pop culture.  I am both a PoliSci major and a twenty-something so you probably saw that coming.  In celebration of the awesomeness that is politics and pop culture (I'm going to call that "policulture") I'm going to give away a copy of Earth-The Book, which is written by our friends at The Daily Show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.bumpershine.com/wp-images/covers/earth_book_cov.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 419px; height: 525px;" src="http://www.bumpershine.com/wp-images/covers/earth_book_cov.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  [WARNING! In case you couldn't tell by the comedian sitting next to a chimp on the cover, this a comedic book, not a textbook.  There is some material that is for adults only.  If it were on TV it would seriously have all of the LVSDPDQ parental guidance ratings...but it's still awesome.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what else is there to talk about?  How about all things nerd.  It just comes naturally with the territory of me that you will run into geek activities-I have been known to listen to Weird Al while writing scripts for a website before closing out the day with a Firefly/Serenity marathon.  The ring tones on my cell phone have been recently changed to songs from "Once More With Feeling" (the Buffy musical episode) and Dr. Horrible's Sing Along Blog, and nothing gets me more excited than a gadget!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's nerdvana up in here, and I'll probably be talking about it in my blog so I figured, why not help you get your nerd on too?  That's why I'm going to be giving away a $20 gift certificate to &lt;a href="http://www.thinkgeek.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;ThinkGeek&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, my all-time-favorite nerd spot on the interwebz.  And lest you think you'll end up with a can opener, let me promise you-you can buy everything from t-shirts to interactive Star Trek Tribbles for $20 or less!  [Which makes it another awesome Christmas idea!  I've already picked out two of Hubby's presents from ThinkGeek.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, these things only &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;begin &lt;/span&gt;to jump into all of the cool things I'm going to be talking about here on Blurted...but giving away some cool stuff is a pretty good first hop.  If you want to win the prizes, you have two ways of going about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Option One:  Take my new schmancy button!   [See: Below]  Put it on your page and leave a comment with a link to where you posted it and telling me what you want to win.  After that you can get up to one entry a day just by leaving a comment!  Also awesome: if someone stops by and leaves a comment telling me they found me through your site they'll get one entry and you will get an extra entry!! [unlimited extra entries after your first entry!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img408.imageshack.us/img408/7970/buttonlw.png" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;div style="width: 426px; height: 100px; overflow: auto; border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;&amp;lt;a href=""&amp;gt;&amp;lt;img src="http://img408.imageshack.us/img408/7970/buttonlw.png"&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Option Two:  Tweet it!  It works pretty much the same as above-if you Tweet @blurtedblog you'll get one entry!  If someone RTs you they get an entry and you get an extra entry [unlimited extra entries!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The giveaway will go for two weeks and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;then &lt;/span&gt;I will use Random.Org to go through all of the entries and select a winner for a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;special-super-top-secret giveaway prize &lt;/span&gt;(hints coming starting next Wednesday)!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so stoked to branch out and start a new direction, and give away some cool stuff while I'm at it!  Good luck everybody!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.  My email address is changing too!  You can now drop me a line at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;write(dot)blurted(at)gmail(dot)com&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3670115623441863528-8304126397863711908?l=ivechangedmynametomommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/IveChangedMyNameToMommy/~4/kgSS-UEvEhk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/IveChangedMyNameToMommy/~3/kgSS-UEvEhk/rebranding-day.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (MrsM)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://ivechangedmynametomommy.blogspot.com/2010/10/rebranding-day.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3670115623441863528.post-7531760294130136528</guid><pubDate>Sat, 23 Oct 2010 22:48:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-10-24T13:20:03.962-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Archives</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">rebranding</category><title>Ch-ch-ch-changes</title><description>Rebranding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just wanted to get that out there, though the thought of it makes me throw up in my mouth a little.  I am generally adverse to change of any kind, and I tend to take differences in my life or schedule similar to the way a cat would if you tried to flush it down the toilet.  Still, as you may have noticed lately, there is a greater theme going on in my life right now and that happens to revolve around c-h-a-n-g-e.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've probably also noticed that I have been talking a lot lately about the idea that I want to be able to say whatever I want on my blog.  &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I have opinions about stuff&lt;/span&gt;-why don't I write about politics or religion or philosophy or how much I can't stand people who are famous only for being famous?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Because I'm chicken, that's why&lt;/span&gt;.  I'm afraid that writing about politics on my mommy blog is too divisive.  That if I write about religion people will get hurt, or that if I write about philosophy my audience will be bored, or if I let it be known that I am a smoker that everyone will jump ship on my blog....I worried and fretted and vexed myself into a flat, two dimentional corner of blog land where if I write about anything more than poop or homeschool I have anxiety about how it will be received.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, just lately, I realized what I knew but hadn't been realizing-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;no one&lt;/span&gt; is two dimensional.  Not me, and not you.  You probably get sick of reading about poop.  Maybe you like politics.  Maybe you think it's interesting to read about religion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One or two of you might even be smokers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had built you all, my audience, up on such a high pedestal that I began assuming you were only interested in talking about your life long devotion to your families and what the best zucchini bread recipe is.  Now I realize that while we all obviously think those things are important [especially the zucchini bread, right? : )], we &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;all &lt;/span&gt;have other things to talk about too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess what I'm saying is, I want to talk about everything.  Kids and husbands, work and school, religion and politics, books and websites, celebrities and other annoyances, TV shows, and what it's like to be a smoker in a country which equates smoking with taking a dump on a public sidewalk...and I don't think that I can do that under the I've Changed My Name to Mommy brand.  I love my blog, and it's not ending-it' just growing and changing a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I'm in the process of rebranding, I want your input!  What are you interested in?  What do you like to talk about?  What do you think about rebranding...will you keep following me?  What kind of celebration do you think we should have once I'm ready to premiere my rebranded site?  Giveaways?  Contests?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, even though I don't like change, I think this may be fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3670115623441863528-7531760294130136528?l=ivechangedmynametomommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/IveChangedMyNameToMommy/~4/zup_sq09X0k" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/IveChangedMyNameToMommy/~3/zup_sq09X0k/i-wanna-talk-aboutwork.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (MrsM)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://ivechangedmynametomommy.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-wanna-talk-aboutwork.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3670115623441863528.post-1436178873373482336</guid><pubDate>Sat, 16 Oct 2010 05:55:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-10-24T13:20:04.079-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Archives</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Kitten</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">In Laws</category><title>Cat-astrophe OR Kitty Von Awesome</title><description>So remember how &lt;a href="http://www.ivechangedmynametomommy.com/2010/09/snurfle-flurfle.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;we got a cat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;?  And remember how adorable she is with her cute little face and her awesome name (Princess Pepperdoodle Von Yum Yum)?  Here's a reminder...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mtZNW3e0pEk/TLagJ-SNVMI/AAAAAAAABWk/4APgHFxrG3U/s1600/100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mtZNW3e0pEk/TLagJ-SNVMI/AAAAAAAABWk/4APgHFxrG3U/s400/100.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527781685842498754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See isn't she just precious?!  She loves that mouse.  Anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It gets better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turns out my step father in law is allergic to cats.  He is, in fact, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so &lt;/span&gt;allergic to cats that my inlaws have been rendered medically unable to come to our house.  No more totally unexpected and unannounced drive by visits.  No more bratty 7 and 8 year old sister in laws tearing things up, bullying my kids, being obnoxious in my air space, and generally getting into things that they aren't supposed to.  No more "we were in the neighborhood and thought we'd surprise you...oh my look at how dirty your house is..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you hear that? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ahhhhh-aaaaah-aaaaah!&lt;/span&gt;  It's the sound of angels singing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously I'm excited about this (how could I not be?) but there is one thing about this situation that's kind of a drag.  My mother in law told my husband she thinks I did this on purpose, like I have some kind of list of known allergies of all of my husband's relatives.  That's right, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;my mother in law accused me of&lt;/span&gt; adopting a sweet adorable little kitten out of spite&lt;/span&gt;.  I know, I'm a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;total &lt;/span&gt;jerk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blog friends, I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;super double pinky promise you&lt;/span&gt; that I did not know my step father in law is allergic to cats prior to the adoption of Princess Pepperdoodle Von Yum Yum, nor was I aware that it would render them entirely unable to &lt;strike&gt;intrude on our lives&lt;/strike&gt; visit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I just consider that the unexpected yet fabulous gift with purchase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3670115623441863528-1436178873373482336?l=ivechangedmynametomommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/IveChangedMyNameToMommy/~4/MinGC8e9Nxc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/IveChangedMyNameToMommy/~3/MinGC8e9Nxc/cat-astrophe-or-kitty-von-awesome.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (MrsM)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mtZNW3e0pEk/TLagJ-SNVMI/AAAAAAAABWk/4APgHFxrG3U/s72-c/100.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://ivechangedmynametomommy.blogspot.com/2010/10/cat-astrophe-or-kitty-von-awesome.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3670115623441863528.post-6391849347841378953</guid><pubDate>Thu, 14 Oct 2010 21:46:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-10-24T13:20:04.085-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Motherhood</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Gay Bullying</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Archives</category><title>Unconditional Love</title><description>I thought very long and hard before posting about this, because I know it's controversial but I really feel like it's important...Moms, sit down-we need to talk about gay bullying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll start by saying that I'm not telling you what to believe.  If you believe that being gay is not okay for any reason, that is your right and I would not change your mind but I will say this-would you rather have a gay kid or a dead kid?  Suicide is a serious and growing concern among LGBT (lesbian, gay, bisexual, transgender) teens, mostly because &lt;a href="http://www.livescience.com/culture/gay-lesbian-bullying-100203.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;gay and lesbian kids get bullied two to three times more often&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; than their heterosexual classmates.  Bullying can lead to depression which, for many, leads to suicide.  Even if you dislike the idea of having a gay child I think we can all agree that we don't want our babies to suffer, or to commit violence on themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gay bullying starts where all bullying starts-at home.  According to one study, 26% of teenagers who come out to their parents  are kicked out of their homes and approximately &lt;a href="http://www.endhomelessness.org/content/article/detail/2141/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1 in 5 homeless youth are LGBT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.  Another study tells us that&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pmc/articles/PMC2376834/pdf/nihms43642.pdf"&gt; 62% of LGBT teens experience discrimination within their own families&lt;/a&gt; (as opposed to 30% of heterosexual peers) and we know that between&lt;a href="http://www.campusprogress.org/articles/gay_young_and_homeless"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 320,000 and 400,000 LGBT teenagers face homelessness every year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.  We as parents need to evaluate our own actions-What are our attitudes toward LGBT people, and how do they show up in our children?  Are we examples of unconditional love for our children as well as for our neighbors, who may be different than we are?  If our children were gay, could they come to us and know they would be safe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As mothers, most of us accept that it is our privilege and duty to love our children unconditionally.  When they poop on us, we love them.  When they lie to us, we love them.  When they dye their hair blue and listen to nothing but music which sounds like monkey death wails we love them.  When they come home only to do their laundry, we love them.  Through better and worse, forever and ever, we love our children...so we &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;need &lt;/span&gt;to let them know that being gay is just one of a million things they can do that we wouldn't stop loving them for, no matter what our feelings on it from a personal or religious standpoint.  We need to show them that it is not something we mistreat others for, and that it is unacceptable to treat lesbian, gay, bisexual, transgender, or questioning peers with anything less than the common decency they are expected to show everyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't have to be a scary prospect.  Our kids don't have to live in fear, and we don't have to change our political or religious feelings.  We &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;can &lt;/span&gt;make a difference in the lives of LGBT youth-all we have to do is show them our unconditional motherly love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;If you are the parent, family member, or friend of an LGBT child or teen you can visit the &lt;a href="http://community.pflag.org/Page.aspx?pid=194&amp;amp;srcid=-2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PFLAG website&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; to get support and information about how you can support your loved one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are a child or teen who is struggling with sexual identity issues, you can visit the YouTube channel for the&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/itgetsbetterproject"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; It Gets Better Project&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; to find inspirational stories from adult members of the LGBT community.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3670115623441863528-6391849347841378953?l=ivechangedmynametomommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/IveChangedMyNameToMommy/~4/KhhzI8gYKZA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/IveChangedMyNameToMommy/~3/KhhzI8gYKZA/unconditional-love.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (MrsM)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://ivechangedmynametomommy.blogspot.com/2010/10/unconditional-love.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3670115623441863528.post-581564869361578720</guid><pubDate>Thu, 14 Oct 2010 05:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-10-24T13:20:04.091-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Archives</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Writers Workshop</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Blogging</category><title>...Can't Read This...</title><description>In my opinion, blogs are meant for sharing-unless it's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my &lt;/span&gt;blog, and and I'm supposed to be sharing with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my &lt;/span&gt;family...when it comes to them my policy is "Blog?  What blog?  I'm sure I have no idea what you're talking about."  Even my mother in law who knows for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;certain &lt;/span&gt;that I have a blog (thanks to Hubby's big mouth) doesn't know where it is and when she asks me I just get all avoid-y or pretend I didn't hear her.  In fact, I'm pretty sure I can say that if she &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;did &lt;/span&gt;find my blog and confronted me about it I would flat out deny ownership.  So if you're reading this dear relatives (including but not limited to my MIL) don't bother pointing out my picture on the bio page or the similarities to my life because &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'll just pretend like you're crazy...trust me, that would not be difficult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In reality, it's not just relatives who are blacklisted on my blog-the only people I know in real life that know about my blog are my husband and my best friend who I have known for more than ten years.  Why don't I tell all the other people?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I wanna write what I wanna write and I don't need anybody to tell me any different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I want to complain about my dad or snipe about my in laws or roll my eyes at my siblings, I don't want to have to worry that it's going to bite me in the butt at Thanksgiving.  I don't want my classmates involved in my private life, or my family involved in my inner thoughts so it just works better to not tell them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, to be perfectly honest, it's just one more thing that my family wouldn't get.  I don't think my parents even know what a blog is, my siblings don't care, and my in laws think they are a joke so you know...why bother?  Let's just keep this the secret tree house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fortress of &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(extremely public)&lt;/span&gt; solitude that I share with only my awesome bloggy friends, my best friend, and my husband.  You know-the cool kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just don't tell my parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[This post was inspired by Writer's Workshop.  Go visit&lt;a href="http://www.mamakatslosinit.com/2010/10/weekly-writing-prompts-8/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Mama Kat &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;for more!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3670115623441863528-581564869361578720?l=ivechangedmynametomommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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While some people feel trapped by the small town embrace, I snuggle into it like a big bear hug and tonight reminded me once again of why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the store tonight after the kids went to bed (like I usually do-I am not the brave mom who brings 3 kids 6 and under into a store) and got in line with my usual checker.  That's right-I have a usual checker.  Her name is Allison and her husband's name is Paul*.  They work opposite shifts [he works days and she works nights] so they rarely see each other, but they still have movie nights once a week when Shawna has the night off-they take turns picking movies and snacks.  Shawna and I see each other at least three times a week, so when I got to the front of the line our conversation went like this....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey Allison, how was your vacation?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It was really great.  You know how much I miss Paul and we got to spend some real quality time together.  I really didn't want to come back but you know how it is..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Money rules all...ha ha ha."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't I know it.  Anyway, I called Paul while he was at work this morning and told him I can't wait to see him tomorrow night, because I was supposed to have the night off, and he said 'I'll believe it when I see it'.  Don't you know as soon as I came in they told me they needed me to work tomorrow night.  I think he jinxed me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Aww, well I hope you get a night off soon."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I see you're busy with school," she said, indicating the many frozen meals in my cart, "how is your Chinese class going?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I had to drop it because I couldn't afford the books and the teacher tried to teach ONLY by immersion."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, but I think I can pick up a philosophy class with the same professor I had last quarter."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well that's good-you mentioned he was really nice.  How is [Hubby] doing in his first quarter?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Good so far, even though we're only two days in.  He's really enjoying it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's so good-does he still want to do engineering?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He's considering doing some kind of theoretical science thing, so I'm not sure, but he has a while to decide."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Theoretical science sounds like it might be right up his alley."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I know, that's what I thought."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, my check out lady knows my husband well enough to know what is up his alley...because in a small town &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;everyone &lt;/span&gt;is a real person.  Your grocery checker is not just some anonymous auto-matron who you mumble at while they spew highly regulated conversation at you, they are a real person with a real life that you are a little part of, and they are a little part of yours.  I talk politics with Jeff*, who pumps my gas.  My neighbors Todd and Sheila* and I talk about their new upstart business and my plans after college.  Everywhere I go in this town I am with real people...among friends...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is invisible and smells like carrots?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bunny fart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the joke one of the other customers in the grocery store told me saying "I think your babies oughta like that one."  I've only seen him a few times in the grocery store but he knows I have three small children that I homeschool and I know that he had an aneurysm in 1988 and has gone through years of therapy to be able to talk as well as he does and also that he has a 10 year old granddaughter named Shelly*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a small town we all &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;know &lt;/span&gt;each other's stories.  When somebody laughs, when somebody cries, their struggles and triumphs-in a small town it's more than living next to each other, we share our lives together and I can't think of anything that says 'home' more than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*Their names were changed because I didn't ask for permission to post them, but I really &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;do&lt;/span&gt; know their &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;actual&lt;/span&gt; names.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3670115623441863528-7936921544594927509?l=ivechangedmynametomommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/IveChangedMyNameToMommy/~4/XMZmWGpyQ7s" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/IveChangedMyNameToMommy/~3/XMZmWGpyQ7s/i-love-small-town-usa.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (MrsM)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://ivechangedmynametomommy.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-love-small-town-usa.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3670115623441863528.post-2494506679047449166</guid><pubDate>Tue, 21 Sep 2010 07:09:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-10-24T13:20:04.140-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Archives</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">College</category><title>First Day of School (Again)</title><description>Today was the first day of my second quarter and, despite only having slept for four hours due to a certain Miss Beanie Poo, I really think it went well.  Today I had two of my three classes-Political Science and English Comp.  I really enjoyed the classes-the teachers were nice, and very laid back, and the work load seemed very manageable...at least manageable enough (so far) for me to get my homework done before I sat down to watch all my favoritest TV shows which were premiering tonight (but more about those on another post when I'm not quite so exhausted).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby had his English Comp class tonight too and he said it went pretty well...although his professor really wants him to have his books-something which is totally not happening until we get our financial aid in sometime between tomorrow and 4 weeks from now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Le Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, despite being bookless I think we both can be successful.  It's just going to be a lot of hard work, and that's nothing new around here.  I hope you all had pleasant Mondays-as for me, I'm going to be crashing now.  I have to be up again in 7 hours to make my way to my first Chinese class!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3670115623441863528-2494506679047449166?l=ivechangedmynametomommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/IveChangedMyNameToMommy/~4/WqaG87Kt6ms" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/IveChangedMyNameToMommy/~3/WqaG87Kt6ms/first-day-of-school-again.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (MrsM)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://ivechangedmynametomommy.blogspot.com/2010/09/first-day-of-school-again.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3670115623441863528.post-8998218763289653969</guid><pubDate>Sun, 19 Sep 2010 19:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-10-24T13:20:04.147-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Archives</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">My Memes</category><title>I Wanna Talk About....Marriage</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This week's "I Want to Talk About Me" is all about Marriage and Husbands.  Hop on over to my friend &lt;a href="http://greedygrace-greedygrace.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lisa's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and join up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a border="0" href="http://greedygrace-greedygrace.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a92/greedygrace/wanna.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. Are you married? If so, how long?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our next wedding anniversary will be our 4th, but we will celebrate 8 years together November 7th, on our &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;real &lt;/span&gt;anniversary.  I think I deserve credit for the first 5 years of our relationship when we fell in love, lived together, worked hard, and had a baby together...don't you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. In your current (or last) relationship, who used the L word first?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby told me he thought he was falling in love with me on our very first date.  Of course I was already thinking it the moment I saw him so I said it back and it's been true ever since.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. What is your ultimate romantic date?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I even know anymore.  We've only been on two official dates in 6 years!  We used to love going to the beach and walking through all the little shops on the coast.  Especially the antique book stores and ice cream shops.  Then we would just walk the beach for hours.  That was nice.  It also always ended in sex...which is also nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. Weddings: traditional or elope to Vegas?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For us?  Elope, elope, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a thousand times&lt;/span&gt; elope.  We did (although not to Vegas) and we are &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SO GLAD&lt;/span&gt;.  No family drama, no huge bill, no anxiety that something will go wrong.  We got married in a gazebo at the park and it was great.  Some people want the big flouncy wedding and their whole family there and I think those weddings are a lot of fun to go to (as a guest) but I was just not interested in having one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. For the married/engaged ladies: did you have a say in your engagement or wedding ring?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought it myself!  We aren't very traditional (obviously) so when we finally decided to get officially legally married I just went to the store and picked the ring I liked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6. What first attracts you to the opposite sex?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Physically it's always the eyes first, then smile, then arms.  Emotionally it's all about stability and patience.  And he's got to be on top of his mental game before I would even &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;consider &lt;/span&gt;looking twice.  I'm so glad I found Hubby-he has an extra heaping dose of hotness, patience, and smartness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7. Do you believe in living with someone before marrying them? What about pre-martial sex?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that's up to each couple.  Hubby and I were together for 4.5 years and lived together for 3 years before we got married and I think it worked great for us because we have the strongest, happiest marriage we know.  Some people don't want to do it that way and that's cool too...to each their own...but I think that living together and having sex before marriage (if approached with sincerity and respect) can have certain benefits as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8. What do you get for the husband who has everything???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XBox Live points [although I suppose you'd have to get him an XBox first if he didn't have one] and sexual favors are appropriate for any occasion.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3670115623441863528-8998218763289653969?l=ivechangedmynametomommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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