Wednesday, April 28, 2010
Monday, March 8, 2010
Tuesday, January 12, 2010
Saturday, February 7, 2009
site updates
One of these days I need to update my links and stuff, but tonight I have to make a run to a specific Target to get Princess Rockstar Josie a specific Tinker Bell bed set for her new big girl bed I'm hoping to get up either tomorrow or Tuesday. Not that that's the one she wanted, she wants the Strawberry Shortcake one that no one sells anymore. *sigh*
And yes, if you call her Rockstar, she will respond. But she looks so damn cute in her pink sunglasses!
Wednesday, December 10, 2008
Fighting for peace
In Israel, serving in the military is required, for both men and women. I think the requirement is 2 years, but I'm not sure about that. This has been part of the Israeli culture for many decades.
Today, I was introduced to Omer Goldman, via Ed Asner. There is a new generation of young Israelis standing up to the government. They believe in a better, more peaceful future for themselves and for Israelis and Palestinians, and they are refusing to join the Israeli army. They're in jail, holding strong against immense pressure from family, friends and the Israeli government.
Omer's own words:
I first went to prison on September 23 and served 35 days. I am lucky, after 2 times in jail, I got a medical discharge, but I'm the only one. By the time you read this, many of my friends will be in prison too: in for three weeks, out for one, and then back in, over and over, until they are 21. The reason? We refuse to do military service for the Israeli army.I grew up with the army. My father was deputy head of Mossad and I saw my sister, who is eight years older than me, do her military service. As a young girl, I wanted to be a soldier. The military was such a part of my life that I never even questioned it.
Earlier this year, I went to a peace demonstration in Palestine. I had always been told that the Israeli army was there to defend me, but during that demonstration Israeli soldiers opened fire on me and my friends with rubber bullets and tear-gas grenades. I was shocked and scared. I saw the truth. I saw the reality. I saw for the first time that the most dangerous thing in Palestine is the Israeli soldiers, the very people who are supposed to be on my side.
When I came back to Israel, I knew I had changed. And so, I have joined with a number of other young people who are refusing to serve - they call us the Shministim. On December 18th, we are holding a Day of Action in Israel, and we are determined to show Israelis and the world that there is wide support for stopping a culture of war. Will you join us? Please, just sign a letter. That's all it takes.
Everyone should have the choice to serve or to not serve. Everyone should have the choice of promoting peace without resorting to war.
Jewish Voice for Peace is the U.S. group heading things up for the Shministim. Sign the petition here if you want to stand up for Omer and those like her.
I never took my right to stand without my hand over my heart during the Pledge of Allegience for granted. NEVER. In fact, the very first fight Keith and I ever had was about that very subject. My religion forbade me certain things, and I was grateful that others had given me those rights so I didn't have go to prison. JWs in other countries weren't always so lucky. Hell, during the draft days, many of the JWs DID go to prison for refusing to serve in the military. Or, like my father, used the loopholes in the system to keep their names from coming up.
I think the draft has it's place, honestly. And the next time it is used, I hope they start including women. I don't think it's fair in this day and age to exclude them.
But I don't think military service should be mandentory all the time. Only when it's needed. And everyone should have the choice, no matter what country they live in. Everyone should have the choice to stand up for what they believe in.
Wednesday, December 3, 2008
Wednesday, November 19, 2008
Saturday, October 25, 2008
New Address for the Family Site!
New Sader Family Website.
Eventually he'll get redirect working so that when you type in saderfamily.org, you'll get to the new site, but he hasn't done that yet.
Monday, October 13, 2008
sigh
We still have all the pictures on a different computer, thank the IPU, but Keith lost all of his content, and I doubt we can get it back, which totally sucks because he had some really awesome posts.
And...
My sister is getting a divorce.
Apparently we should have done our drinking at the end of the weekend instead of at the beginning. Bleh.
Thursday, September 11, 2008
7 years ago...
Seven years ago today, I sat in a cold, windowless classroom, staring at a puddle of tears on my desk. I should have skipped class today, I repeated in my head. Today would have been the best day to skip class. Some of the other kids, boys mostly, were yelling back and forth about how we should just nuke them. We. Them. On an ordinary day, I’d be included in the we. But I was one of them that day, and the 20 pairs of eyes burning holes through my skin reminded me of that more and more with every passing second.Go to her site and read the whole post, and all of the comments.It wouldn’t have done much good to tell them that I wasn’t really a Muslim. I was an agnostic. Or a cultural Muslim. Or an I-dunno-what, but I certainly wasn’t a Muslim. I didn’t know what to say, so I sat there in silence, watching the puddle ripple as it grew bigger and bigger until it finally spilled over the edge of the desk and left dark spots on my jeans. For some reason, that was my breaking point. I grabbed my bag and walked out.
The grad student / teacher came running out in the hall after me and asked if I was OK. I’m not sure what I said to him — incoherent mumbles, I’m sure — but the next thing I knew, he was giving me a hug and apologizing. He said he thought asking the class to share their thoughts and feelings would help them cope. And he was sorry for what it turned into.
*snip*
That day, seven years ago, I walked out to the parking lot and found my tires slashed. All four of them.
The best comment, imo, is this one:
We should not be arbitrarily proud of our country because it’s where we happen to live. We should be proud of what our country does when it does the right thing, and criticize it harshly and unceasingly when it does the wrong thing. It really bothers me when people eat up this crap about dissent being unpatriotic. It is truly the only patriotic thing to do when your country fucks up.I'm ashamed of what the white people in this country do to those that are different, be it in skin color or sexual preference. And I'm pissed off over what religion has done to this country, and to the world. And I'm including Christianity in that mix, for sure.
Sunday, July 6, 2008
*sigh*
I know, I know, I'm WAY behind the times. And Fate, you can stop laughing now.
Dammit. I said I wasn't going to join, but I did. Sue me.
You can find me on twitter (yes, twitter) now.
hoochimama, if you really want to know how much my kids are driving me crazy.
gah. I may just shoot myself, really.
Tuesday, June 17, 2008
Tuesday, April 29, 2008
Tuesday, April 15, 2008
Because I'm special and unique
Friday, April 11, 2008
new blog for me to read!
Go meet Faith!
Thursday, April 3, 2008
Lie Clocks
A man died and went to Heaven. As he stood in front of Saint Peter at the Pearly Gates, he saw a huge wall of clocks behind him. He asked, " What are all those clocks?"
St. Peter answered, "Those clocks are Lie Clocks. Everyone on earth has a Lie-Clock. Every time you lie, the hands on the clock will move."
"Oh," said the man, "whose clock is that?"
"That's Nelson Mandela's. The hands have never moved, indicating that he never told lie." "Incredible, said the man. "And whose clock is that one?"
St Peter responded, "That's Abraham Lincoln's clock. The hands have moved twice, telling us that Abe told only two lies in his entire life."
"Where's Bush's clock?" asked the man.
St. Peter responded, "Bush's clock is in Jesus' office. He's using it as a ceiling fan."
Friday, March 28, 2008
Wednesday, January 16, 2008
My inner rock chick!
| You Are Liz Phair! |
Sexy tough indie girl... Who's not afraid to be a little girly "I am extraordinary, I am just your ordinary Average every day sane psycho Supergoddess" |
Tuesday, January 15, 2008
Proud to identify as an Atheist.
Now, P-momma has Lupus. The kind where going into a room with windows on a sunny day causes her pain. This means she cannot even go into her children's rooms to help them with their homework or watch them play.
Never let it be said that "Organizing atheists is like herding cats." Berlzebub has started a donation drive to buy UV film from 3M for the P-family. You can read about it here.
Now, this post isn't about drumming up donations for P-momma, but rather this post is about how awesome the Atheist community really is, and I for one am PROUD that we have created our own community, thanks to the wonders of technology. And I am very proud to identify with this awesome group of people.