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[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Where are the marriage defenders on this?
I don't know where all of them are, but one guy with a snarky bent has already put a proposition to ban divorce on the 2010 CA ballot, pointing out exactly that--if these people claim they want to protect marriage from being irreversibly damaged and devalued, well, here's the single thing that damages and devalues it most. If you oppose gay marriage but also oppose banning divorce, you're a hypocrite. Put up or shut up.
The generation in their 50s and 60s is far more homophobic than the generation in their 20s.
Not very encouraging to those of us pushing 50 and wanting to be sure of the legal protections. If I end up unable to make decisions for myself, I'd rather the decisions be made by the man I've lived with for close to 20 years and not the biological family I haven't seen in close to 15 years.
I got a jury summons and Maryland doesn't specifically recognize breastfeeding as a reason to ask for an exemption or postponement.
Take the munchkin with you and just start feeding during voir dire. When you hear the gasps, just say "this won't be a problem during the trial, will it?"
Vortex wins.
You could also bring your pump and a bunch of bottles to jury duty, plug the pump into the nearest outlet (preferably one located somewhere highly visible and central in the waiting room), and politely inquire where the nearest refrigerator is as you'll need someplace to put all your expressed milk, as you'll need access to it every three hours, thanks so much.
Take the munchkin with you and just start feeding during voir dire. When you hear the gasps, just say "this won't be a problem during the trial, will it?"
I was totally going to suggest this! Pack her down to the courthouse--they'll let you go home with an extension.
Uggh. I'm trying really hard to face up to my budget stuff and be responsible, but it is *not* fun. I just ran some numbers and I spent $240 out of pocket on my mental health alone last month. Granted, I do have a Flex spending account, but I didn't put enough in to cover all my expenses. Of course, I also spent almost $200 on clothes (Damn you, Target!) and $80 on eating out, and I definitely need to trim those sums way down.
So once I pay all my bills for this paycheck, I will have about $50. (excluding insurance reimbursements, for those are unpredictable)
::headdesk::
Did I mention UGGH?
/whiny mememe
bt, thanks for the link. Ya, lots of chalk. Lots of dancing. And the battle of the fairies is with nerf weapons, water guns, and inflatable hammers. Crazy fun.
I was totally going to suggest this!
Unfortunately, ever since I had the flu and pumped for over a week so I wouldn't be breathing on her, she now refuses the boob and I pump all the time.
It makes my skin crawl and my stomach turn to think about storing milk in some unknown 'fridge, with unknown numbers of people who could touch it. I don't think there's any way in Hell I could feed it to her.
Unfortunately, ever since I had the flu and pumped for over a week so I wouldn't be breathing on her, she now refuses the boob and I pump all the time.
Oh, shit, hon, how frustrating.
It makes my skin crawl and my stomach turn to think about storing milk in some unknown 'fridge, with unknown numbers of people who could touch it.
It's possible that if you haul in the pump, set up shop, and give every indication of being ready to go right now, screw the onlookers, they'll crumple and send you home.
When I pumped at work, I brought my own cooler. Didn't want anyone accidentally putting my breastmilk in their tea.