I’d like to interview you, honey. What would you like to talk about today? Ummmmmm. What is an interview again? Oh. Well, my sister went to a sleepover party. And my two moms and me stayed home and had fun. In the morning, I colored when my mom did her work.
She is coloring as we schmooze, so I ask her, “What do you like to color best?” Usually (said adorably as ‘lusually’) a picture for somebody. Like a gift.
Do you know what you want to be when you grow up? Previous answers have been a teacher, a librarian, a dancer… A puppy trainer! Because I love puppies and doggies and Gatsby.
This is so true. All last weekend, she played ‘Daisy,’ a girl puppy. As I played fetch with Gatsby, I too played fetch with my new pup, Daisy! What do you like most about dogs?They are snuggly and really cute. And lusually their nose is wet.
What do you like most about Gatsby, our boychik (little boy)? I like him because he is cute and I love him. And I like the way he eats. And I also like him because I like when we walk him and play with him.
What do you like most about school? I like being with my friends and playing. I like it because it has lots of nature and we play a lot.
Ok, I’m done talking. I forget everything else. Oh, and mommy, I love you!
But honey, I have more questions… and she is gone, like the wind. I hope you enjoyed our snapshot in time.
Oh, are you ever a clever child! Oy, a gezunt dir in kepele!
Nu? This mr t, he has me farklempt (all choked up) with his evil and hatred. Not too long ago, I wrote a post, I AM WOMAN HEAR MY VOICE. Well, I’ve taken it to the stage folks. Please, bear with my (awful) voice as I stumble through my own, personal feminist anthem.
Please feel free to sing along. If only to cover up my voice! Vey iz mir…I’m meshuggeneh (crazy), but I am so motivated to peacefully make a change. Because Never Again, is now folks.
Great big hugs and love to Mackenzie for her gorgeous participation and support! And Kristin, where would I be without the bug you put in my ear? And to all of you brave, men, women and children who showed up, and continue to show up in protest. That’s what I’m sayin.’
Why’d I do it? Well, I am trying hard to teach my kinder (little kids) to be brave, not perfect.
Hey, mr t, I Am Woman, and you, little orange man, are going to have to deal with that!
Please don’t take away my Obamacare. Officially known as the Affordable Care Act, Obamacare is part of President Barack Obama’s (my Barack!) brilliant domestic legacy. No matter what mr t and his ‘swampsters‘ plan to do or achieve in their terroristic plans to rid the American people of basic health care, it will remain a historical feat to be celebrated. We had a president who cared about us, authentically. Now, we have shpilkis (knots in our guts, pins and needles).
‘Repeal and replace’ are terms bandied about by the billionaires who now bully our working, huddled masses. The GOP are treating ACA like it’s ISIL. And that’s a problem. My family, we have been a part of the ACA since the beginning. We were there at the launch that admittedly was flawed. The first two years, I was on the phone for 12-15 hours at a time… And you know what? The people on the other end of the line were there to help me. They stayed on the phone too. As a family with medical issues, having a no-pre-existing condition penalty was priceless. As a family that benefits from the subsidies (paid for by taxing the elite 0.1%) in the escalating costs of healthcare and pharma, it’s a must. Obama helped me, my Mrs. and my Little and Big. Such a mensch (truly good man), he is! I am forever grateful for the Obama’s.
mr t, now he is doing his very best to gut the ACA. He says it will be less expensive if we open insurance across state lines. Oh, and get this one, he will allow us, we the people of these United States, to contribute more to our health care savings account (HSA). As if we could… Smart, he isn’t.
What we are beginning to see very clearly now is that the myopic, anemic, and uncaring Ryancouldcareless or tRUMPdoesntgiveashitcare plans will (no big a-ha here) do inconceivable harm to millions of Americans. And yes, this new plan, if successfully passed, will also assist the obscenely wealthy folk, the fat cats, the top 0.1 percenters, to line their pockets with more loot. It is estimated that:
Over 10 million people (that’s approximately 9.99999999999 million more than those who showed up to the inauguration) could totally lose their healthcare, including seniors and hard-working families
Millions of women, who count on Planned Parenthood for basic health care tests and screenings, will be shit out of luck when it comes to the ladybits department
Those of us with pre-existing conditions will be allowed in, but the cost of entry will be unattainable as deductibles, out of pocket costs and premiums climb higher than Mount Chimborazo
Big gantsemachers(hot shots) health insurance executives will see crazy tax breaks in the hundreds of millions of dollars range, annually
Those fat cats that mr t ‘wines and dines’ at Mara Lago on our hard working dimes, will receive tax benefit savings in the mid-to-high six-figure ranges, while us ‘hundred-aires’ struggle and get bubkis (literally goat turds, also means nothing)
Call your representatives. Oh, look, here is the number should you need it, 202-224-3121.Protest peacefully and loudly. Write letters. Attend town hall meetings. Stand up for health care for all of us. Alevai(it should only happen)!
Things may get worse, before they get better. Aider es kumt di nechomeh, ken oisgaien di neshomeh.
So much darkness lately. In the news, in the world, in our lives. I try so very hard to keep my glass half-full. Some days, they are easier than others. Today is one of those days. I approached a gloomy, wet commute this morning, and I tried hard to find some lightness. An old Jewish proverb says:
A little bit of light pushes away a lot of darkness. A kleyn bisl fun likht pushiz avek a platz fun finsternish.
Let me share some of my light with you, in case you need it too.
Gold glitters, even in the mud. Gold sheint fun bloteh.
Social media is undoubtedly changing communication, and not for the better. We speak in acronyms, memes and rant in ways we might not do in person. I say pick up the damned phone, or better yet, meet for a coffee, or a walk in the woods, and talk in real life. If you have to write more than two sentences, you owe it to yourself and the relationship you are ‘typing at’ to be present. Wonderful post! #dreamteam
This wonderful post is reblogged from @kerrymeegee
I joined Facebook in 2009 and, like most people, became instantly hooked. What was this shiny new blue wonderland to explore? Do you mean to say I can spy on people and pass judgment without them knowing? And what the hell is poking? I quickly began adding friends and searching for people I hadn’t seen in years. Oh the joy of seeing someone you absolutely hate piling on stone after stone, or coming across an ex boyfriend who still lives at his mums house. Shallow? Yes. But this is the world of social media, and modern life hasn’t been the same since.
At the start it was all so lighthearted. Pictures of people’s cute pets, holiday snaps and YouTube videos. My friends and I used to post a lot of music. I loved it. My ideal Friday night was a bottle of wine in front of my laptop. We…