Don't Tell Me What To Do

(With apologies to Pam Tillis.)

This disturbs me. And I mean, REALLY PISSES ME OFF.

Seriously. EVERY woman who feels this way should be troubled?

This isn't about Obama versus Romney, or abortion, or Planned Parenthood. This isn't even about mudslinging political ads.

No, this is about a campaign insisting that because I am a woman who cares about her body, I should automatically feel a certain way.

So here's a newsflash for all those people out there who somehow believe that just because I AM A WOMAN, I should automatically support stuff like Planned Parenthood and Roe v. Wade:

Any support that I may or may not have for PP or RVW is not contingent on what organs are between my legs. If I'm capable of making my own decisions regarding the care of my body, then you can be darn sure I'm capable of making up my own mind regarding PP, RVW, AND the presidential race.

Don't tell me what should trouble me. You can give me facts all you want, but in the end, it's still MY decision what to believe and what should disturb me.

DON'T TELL ME WHAT TO DO.

This morning, we are one more.

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My friend M gave birth yesterday to an absolutely beautiful baby girl. From what I hear, both Mom and Daughter are both doing well.

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We are one more. Praise God.

In Which My Laziness is Discovered...

So....it's been I while since I've posted, but I thought it might be fun to show you all how St. Patrick's Day is celebrated in Dublin. Yeah...three and a half months late. Prior to me going over, I was informed that St. Patrick's Day was not a big thing in Ireland. That it was completely different than it is over here -- much more of a religious thing.

Well.



I was informed incorrectly. Those were all people standing across the street from me during the parade.

The bagpipers.


The army.


A float answering the question how a rainbow is formed.


These people were talking about the ocean -- I forget the exact question they were answering.


This band was playing "Thriller"


This group was answering the question of how if the world is spinning, why we don't fall off.


This group had something to do with dreams.


This band was playing "Sweet Caroline." I started singing along with them, but discovered that nobody in Ireland knows it.


I forget what this group was all about.


The River Liffey, which they do NOT dye green. The locals were appalled when we explained about the Chicago and the Charles Rivers.


The view up the river.


Christ Church Cathedral in the old city.


St Patrick's Cathedral, also in the old city. Jonathan Swift was dean here.


In the park where St. Patrick's is located is a peace garden.


Dublin Castle


On the other side of the river was another peace garden, this one dedicated to all the people who died in the name of Irish freedom.


And after that, it was back to the hotel for the night. The cabbie teased me for spending the night inside instead of out on the town, but it was cold, so I was glad to be back for the evening.

Next post, Trinity College!