Offended

I was horribly offended this afternoon while reading an article on the recent film "Juno". The message of the article was that giving a child up for adoption leaves the birth mother with a sense of guilt and a depression equal to that of losing a child to death.

EXCUSE ME?

Giving a child up for adoption when you are an unmarried woman should make you feel anything but guilty! (You can feel horrible for choosing to be unfaithful to your future spouse, I won't argue with you there at all.) How selfish have we become? Do these women really think they are better fit as a single-parent (they obviously have shown great discretion in their extra-curricular activities and ability to care for oneself in the past...ha!)

As I have said since I first realized my history, I am proud of my birth mother for choosing the road she did. If she EVER told me she felt guilty, that pride would swiftly wash away. I would rather live my life not knowing her true feelings than to live knowing I'd rather kick my birth mother in the face than give her a hug.

Chaulk another one up on the "con" list for "ID-ing Birth Mother".

For more thoughts see a few recent Dr. Laura posts on a similar issues:
Disgarded Babies
Next Time, Try Marriage

Style

So for my birthday my gals convinced me to get a hair cut. Not just any hair cut, but one where:
1) Salon and/or Spa was found in the name of the hair-cuttery;
2) Someone specialized in cutting curly hair;
3) Was not JCPennys, or any other mall-chain-esque establishment;
4) Was not Chez Bing with me sitting on the bathtub and Husband cutting my hair; and
5) Someone would "consult" with me about my hair and what might look "good".

Last night, I did just that.

It was all very different. First off, before anything happened, we discussed what "ideas" I had about my hair. I had none, other than that I didn't want to look like a mushroom with my hair poofing out at the bottom. Idina (my hair stylist(?) looked like Idina Menzel and since I can't remember her real name, I shall call her Idina) told me that I needed layers. These layers would help to "shape" my fluff. Awesome. She also told me I was not using enough gel, but all i all was pretty impressed with my "fake" curls. Then I was directed to sit in a chair to get my hair washed. Some other chick came out to wash my hair. She did not talk. It was awkward...mostly because I think she was confused about hair not being quite so "dirty" to necessitate the hard scrubbing she gave it. I got wet...and my head felt strange. Back to the hair cutting "station" where Idina came back from goodness knows where, and started cutting away my hair...in the end she confirmed that more variety of products the better, and that I used a tad too little gel. Apparently, quarter is better than dime when you have lots of hair...like me. She also walked me through how to straighten my hair should the need ever arise (in my head I thought to myself, a) you have no idea just how terrible my hair looks striaght, and b) that's what BFF-T is for...

All in all an interesting experience, I definitely wouldn't do it all the time (due to Husband and my reaction to the tab at the end), but then again considering I only cut my hair about 4 times a year, how often is "all the time" really?

Pictures turned out sucky...guess you'll just have to find me to see what it really looks like ;-)

Cussin'

Someday I hope my kid is as brave and bold as this kid...

"I finally told my friends, `I don't cuss.' And I said, `If you want to hang out with me, you don't cuss."'
It took a couple of years, but enough friends finally came around that Hatch formed a 50-member club

...and considering the club's shirt is Hokie Orange...he'll fit in nicely ;-)

Doctors

Why don't boys go to doctors/dentists for preventative check-ups?

Is it the inefficiency?
Is it the ego?
Is it the "I'll know when something is wrong with me" delusion?
Are they afraid of finding out their vulnerabilities?
Are they scared?
Are they too lazy to schedule appointments?

Guess this is reason 986 that God made woman; to nag man to go to the doctor...

...maybe not.

Name

What's in a name, really?

People misspell my name on a daily basis. So far in my lifetime I have been "called":
Rachel
Rachal
Rachelle
Rachaelle
Racheal
Rachael

and Jodie.

Vomit

There are many things that make me want to vomit. Here are just a few, in no particular order:

- Strangers touching me on the Metro
- Airline travel/flying
- The taste of mustard
- The smell of burning tires
- Beer
- Eating any white fish
- Nicholas Cage movies
- Remembering the time Husband made BBQ with "discolored" vinegar sauce
- When I think about the "nasty" that must be on those "Soup At Hand" lids
- Rollercoasters
- Movies set in the "ancient" times involving dust and gross-ness
- Jellyfish (or anything squishy) touching me
- Barack Obama

Test

I tend to stress out.
When I stress out I *sometimes* take it out on my body.
*Sometimes* I eat strange things when I stress out.

Foods I consumed on Audit Test Day:
1 cup of coffee with Vanilla Hazelnut creamer
1 6 inch Cheese Steak Sub (at 10:20am)
1 mini-bag of Baked Layes Potato Chips
3 sips of unsweetened iced-tea
1 bottle of Diet Chocolate Covered Cherry Dr. Pepper
2 Uncle C's Pepperoni Rolls
1 Margarita (nothin' fancy...on the rocks)
1 GIANT glass of water
Too many chips to count dipped in: 1) salsa, 2) queso, and 3) guacamole
1 chicken enchilada
1 cheese enchilada
Most of a serving of Mexican Rice
Most of a serving of Refried Beans

Test was rough, but boy did I have a happy tummy...WeightWatchers obviously does not apply on test days...my PointsTracker thinks I ate nothing. I intend to keep it that way.