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March 16th, 2004
Wombs with Legs

I thought this article about women’s health, c-sections, and the case of a Utah woman charged with murder, was very interesting.

As for the case of the Utah woman, it exemplifies so many things that are wrong with our society and legal system. It sounds like the woman is probably mentally ill. But rather than treat her illness, we will prosecute her for murder instead. This is all just a move to further the rights of the “unborn” and diminish the rights of women. C-sections are major surgery, and no one should be forced to undergo major surgery against their will.

Our bodies are being stolen from us, little by little. I hope I never see the day when a woman’s status is little more than that of womb with legs.

Posted by Claire at 02:48 PM | Politics | Comments (0) | Tweet This Post

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March 15th, 2004
Monday Morning Bank Drop

Look, an officially soap-related entry! *grin*

This was our first weekend back at the Portland Saturday Market after two months off. I had really NOT been looking forward to it, for a myriad of reasons, primarily that I officially do not have weekends anymore, and because I’m unhappy about my booth setup (but don’t have the cash to upgrade it yet).

Needless to say, we had a pretty good time. I had some “regulars” return for soap after a 2 month dry spell, and we did okay sales-wise. Better than last year at this time, for sure. As we start updating our display, I hope sales will go up. I’m going to be phasing in new packaging (so all the bottles/jars actually match), boxes for the soap, a new booth, and a new booth setup that should be more inviting. We just need a few more weekends to accumulate the cash to start doing all this.

At any rate, we’re back in the market business, and do feel free to visit us next Saturday! (shameless plug)

Posted by Claire at 07:30 AM | Soap Habit | Comments (0) | Tweet This Post

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March 12th, 2004

Quite frequently during “peak” ridership hours (morning commute, and noon, for me) Tri-Met will have ticket inspectors on the trains to check for “Proof of Payment.” Usually, they get on at Beaverton Transit Center and get off at Sunset Transit Center.

Since I buy a monthly pass these days, I just pull out my wallet, flash my pass, and go back to dozing off.

But yesterday, I took my wallet out of my purse to pull out my debit card to order some supplies from an internet site. Naturally, I forgot to put my wallet back in my purse. Naturally, this morning there were inspectors at Sunset Transit Center holding up the train until everyone had been checked. Since I had no wallet, I had no monthly pass–I didn’t realize I had no wallet until I fished into my purse for it and came up emptyhanded. Ye Gods, the embarrassment…

As you can see, I got off with a warning. Having never seen one of these nifty tickets before, I had no idea it was unlawful to “fail to show ID.” In my case, if I hadn’t had my work badge (which has my name and picture on it), I would have had absolutely no ID to show the inspector, and he could have CITED me for it. I cannot believe, in this nation where we have no national ID system, that it is illegal to be without ID. What would he have done if I’d had no work ID badge, or if he’d decided not to accept it?

A very similar issue is working its way through the courts. Visit Papers, Please! for more information on that.

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March 9th, 2004
Now I’m Mad

DH went to the county meeting tonight regarding the proposed changes to the county charter. Either while parked there, or else while parked in the Whole Foods Market parking garage, someone keyed our car. They got the whole length of the front passenger door, and a smaller scratch on the rear passenger door. Somehow, I doubt this happened at Whole Foods.

I’m just so angry about it. What is the point of this kind of destruction? Did it actually make someone feel *that* much better to have ruined our paint job?

I just don’t understand human beings sometimes. It’s just pointless violence, and you’d have to be a real a$$hole to get any kind of satisfaction from it. Stupid, stupid, stupid.

I’m also mad because it’s seems like it’s never less than five hundred bucks to have a paint job fixed, and will likely be more because it’s two doors. Since our deductible is $500, we end up shelling out for it.

What a drag. I was having a really nice day, too.

Posted by Claire at 09:58 PM | Days Go By | Comments (0) | Tweet This Post

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You Say It’s Your Birthday

I had a nice day yesterday. The weather was AMAZING and I had a little party at my parents’ house for the first time in years. Pizza and lemon cake, yum.

DH has been building my mom a new computer, and finally had it ready to deliver, so we set that up for her as well. Upon unpacking her new printer, I discovered it didn’t come with a USB cable to hook it up to the computer. WHY do they do that?? It’s so asinine to sell someone a printer with no way to hook it up to the computer without a trip to an electronics store.

We didn’t get home until really late, and I stayed up for another half-hour after that going through email and other organizational tasks, so I didn’t go to bed until 2 am. Snore… I’m so tired today. It used to be that 2 am was no big deal, but obviously those days are long gone. I must have used up all my stay-up-late stamina in college. I fear the day if I ever have a kid.

Nothing else of much excitement. I’m too tired and too busy. I’m looking forward to spring break, even though I have to work–at least I won’t have to go to class. I think I’m actually going to take a day off that week, so we can go for a day trip, because we’ll be doing the market on the weekends. I’m so not ready for that yet.

Posted by Claire at 08:44 AM | Days Go By | Comments (0) | Tweet This Post

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