Thursday, January 06, 2011

I need your help

I'm writing this with tears in my eyes, I came down here to United Kingdom for a  short vacation unfortunately i was mugged at the park of the hotel where i stayed,all  cash,credit card and cell were stolen off me but luckily for me i still have my passports with me.

I have been to the embassy and the Police here but they're not helping issues at all and my flight  leaves in less than 8hrs from now but am having problems settling the hotel bills and the hotel  manager won't let me leave until i settle the bills,

Am freaked out at the moment and i need your help right away.

Laura

Thursday, July 08, 2010

Baby Speedo....with diaper

I forgot to finish washing the cloth diapers and covers last night and had no clean covers for this morning. I was able to re-use Beau's because he just had a wet (even though it's kind of stinky) (I know, this is gross. Don't judge me) but Aubrey had a little more than that...I won't go into details since it's still breakfast time. 

Anyway, Beau had his new insert in his old cover but what was I going to do about Aubrey? Um....cut some leg holes in a shower cap? I don't even have a shower cap. Plastic shopping bag? I was getting desperate. I don't even have any of those Snappi things or safety pins to kick it old school with my Indian prefolds. Then, I had a brilliant idea! I bought some cute Imse Vimse Swim Diapers that look like baby speedos. So I stuffed his speedo with his microfiber insert and viola! 

I really hope those covers dry soon.

Wednesday, March 17, 2010

Pole Dancing.

My friend Angela and I were talking today about the lack of real
dialogue around women and pole dancing. Most of what she found online
provides a so-called feminist stance in defence of pole dancing,
indicating that a woman has the right to choose how she uses her body
for entertainment, exercise or money.

First, let's establish that exotic dancing and pole dancing
specifically is a legitimate income for some women and yes, it is
their choice to use their body to make money and I don't judge them
for making that choice. Everyone needs to eat, pay rent, etc. The
question then is, why did they make that choice? Did other choices
provide less income? Did their education level fail to open doors
available to others, leaving this as their best option? Let's say it'd
about options. Given other, similar income options, would the same
women still choose dancing? Is this an education issue? A class issue?
Are women of a certain education or class level more likely to use
their bodies to earn a living? Do they feel 'liberated' by doing so? I
propose that if your income options are limited to a few undesirable
choices including prostitution and exotic dancing, your rights as a
woman are not high on your list.

Next, we'll dish on the subject of pole dancing as exercise and why I
think it's elitist.

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Thursday, March 11, 2010

Hello Friends!

Hi Friends,

On February 25th, 2009, I went into labor at just 27 weeks pregnant. It was both exciting and terrifying that I delivered our twin boys at Memorial Hermann The Woodlands. They were immediately whisked away to the NICU where they were assessed during an intake process I observed performed on other babies over the next three months while we waited for our boys to struggle through their many obstacles to survive. 

I am not being too dramatic when I say that I would not have two one-year olds today if not for the March of Dime's valuable research into saving premature babies. I am participating in the March for Babies this April in my humble appreciation for all that they do. You've watched our boys grow this past year, so PLEASE join us in supporting this worthy cause. Your contributions will help keep babies from being born too early and help save the ones that are. 

Thank you!

http://www.marchforbabies.org/team/t1361320 



Friday, February 12, 2010

So Small

It's hard not to remember last year when they were so small, they fit into the palm of my hand. All the medical equipment that became part of who they were then that somehow became so normal for us, was so scary and difficult for others to see. We stopped showing pictures of them to anyone outside immediate family and friends, just to avoid the inevitable look of pity or fear. Those looks made me angry and defensive - my babies were growing and getting bigger! Couldn't they see that? And the explanations, the learning others had to do in order to understand what was happening...it could get exhausting repeating things over and over and many would never get it. Some still don't.

The farther away I get from this experience, the more I realize how unreal it all was and how incredibly sick they were and how unbelievably lucky we are that they are so healthy and happy now. The NICU experience can stay with you much longer than those days in the hospital.


Monday, January 11, 2010

Scary Cold Coat

This is Glen. He's wearing his scary cold coat because it's nighttime and he is walking the dog before dinner. It's really cold outside for Texas (in the 20's).

He wanted me to take this picture to illustrate how he cannot put his arms flat to his sides, reminiscent of The Christmas Story. The movie he would gladly watch all day long when they play it back to back on Christmas. Except that I usually turn it off when he goes to the bathroom. For some reason, Glen can watch his favorite movies over and over and over and over and over again...sometimes in the same day. I cannot do this, I can barely sit still to watch one movie.

Glen: Scary Cold Coat

Wednesday, January 06, 2010

Aubrey, dialated

This is after a morning eye doctor appointment and no nap....



This was about two minutes after....