AWKWARD

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The Bush administration this month is quietly cutting off birth control supplies to some of the world’s poorest women in Africa.

Thus the paradox of a “pro-life” administration adopting a policy whose result will be tens of thousands of additional abortions each year — along with more women dying in childbirth.

The saga also spotlights a clear difference between Barack Obama and John McCain. Senator Obama supports U.N.-led efforts to promote family planning; Senator McCain stands with President Bush in opposing certain crucial efforts to help women reduce unwanted pregnancies in Africa and Asia.

There is something about reproductive health — maybe the sex part — that makes some Americans froth and go crazy. We see it in the opposition to condoms to curb AIDS in Africa and in the insistence on abstinence-only sex education in American classrooms (one reason American teenage pregnancy rates are more than double those in Canada). And we see it in the decision of some towns — like Wasilla, Alaska, when Sarah Palin was mayor there — to bill rape victims for the kits used to gather evidence of sex crimes. In most places, police departments pay for rape kits, which cost hundreds of dollars, but while Ms. Palin was mayor of Wasilla, the town decided to save money by billing rape victims.

Today

Hi everyone. I know I haven't written in a long time, but this really struck me today, and I had to share it with you. Today I was at Saver's with my mom looking at Halloween costumes and other fall goodies. We were checking out and the cashier asked my beautiful 40-something mother if she qualified for the senior citizen discount. I was so insulted for her! She shook it off really quickly but I just could not get over his rudeness. He didn't even look at her. You'd have to be an idiot to think my mom was that old. I tried to make him aware of his faux-pas by saying things about how young and beautiful she is, but he didn't even look up. On the way out I told her to wait there I'd go get her walker. My mom pretty much had to drag me out of the store to stop me from talking to the manager. I was so outraged. My mom is beautiful and young and vibrant and how dare anyone make her feel any different.

Have any of you...

Ever tried to use a home waxing kit? Oucha Oucha Oucha. It wasn't bad initially, but it hurts afterwards for a while, and I'm not a fan of this whole thing. I better be frickin smooth!

My father is an awkward man. The other day while we were having a family party, he was very tired in a hyper sort of way. This somehow made him feel like a good idea to tell me how awesome my boobs are. Thanks dad. He later vaguely told my sister she was unfuckable.

Not so awkward.

So as some of you know, I'm an actor. I went to an audition the other night and I got the part I wanted. I feel so validated and excited. I can't remember the last time I auditioned for something with a director I am not friends with and got the part I wanted. Actually, that may never have happened. Regardless, I'm super excited. I will be playing Belle in A Christmas Carol. hooray for straight plays!

Okay

So in my last post, I briefly mentioned planting my daffodils. I didn't mention what this entailed. I had to pull weeds, rake, and break up the top soil before I could start digging. This was a lot of work in full sun on an 88 degree day. I woke up this morning to find that all of my bulbs had been dug up by my stupid, adorable, deplorable kitty, Goblin. I replanted them with only a faint hope that I wont have to do it again tomorrow.

Bounced Check

Okay, so they've taken care of it. It apparently was an error on the part of the payroll company, but I will be issued a replacement check. Hooray for neat endings to ridiculous problems. Also, today I planted my daffodils.

Ok, since you insist.

As some of you may or may not know, my boyfriend was recently hired as a deckhand on a cruise ship. He left last Tuesday, September second. We only had one week's notice to get everything prepared, so the week before he left we were running around like mad men. We made two trips to Boston to get his passport, and multiple trips to Warren, where the company is based. On the occasion I wish to speak of, he had to go in for some training videos, and we had been told it was just going to be about an hour. So he went in, and I walked to Main St., to see the shops. I found this lovely little coffee shop. I went in, ordered a large coffee, and sat down with my non-fiction book on whaling. I sat there until about quarter of the hour, and decided that I should walk back so that I would be at the car when he got out. I arrived back at the car, and resumed reading my book. It'd now been an hour and a half. Then two hours. Then two and a half hours. This entire time I had to use the restroom, but didn't want to leave in case he was almost done. Coffee has this effect on me... You may or may not know, but it is in fact a stimulant. The third hour rolled around, and he was no where in sight, and I was in the middle of my very own emergency. I had to find a bathroom NOW, or use that person's lawn. And we're not talking about a little emergency that would just water the grass, and no one would be the wiser. So I weighed my options. I knew I couldn't walk all the way back to Main St. I knew I couldn't use that person's lawn. And, it also became clear that my boyfriend had taken the car keys with him, so I couldn't drive to a bathroom. Panic sunk in, and my final option became clear. I walked up the street and saw a man watering his lawn. I turned to him and said, "Hi. I know I don't know you, but can I use your bathroom?" He replied, "I guess." I went inside, met his wife, and proceeded to desecrate their bathroom with the monstrosity that had been within me. I felt better. I got out of the bathroom and the wife asked me if I was okay, and if I needed some ginger ale, or saltine crackers. I said no thank you and meekly walked back to the car where I waited at least another two hours.

Also:

Also in today's mail, I received an AARP card with my name on it, and a membership agreement. Do they know I'm 20?

Well what do ya know about that?

So today, as per usual, I went and scooped up our household mail. On top of the pile was mail from my bank, which I found unusual, seeing as I had received my bank statement a week ago. I opened it, and low and behold, my PAYCHECK from two weeks ago had BOUNCED. How does this even happen? So I called my employer and notified them. I got a call back saying that their account has money in it, so it couldn't possibly have bounced, and could it be a banking error? It was about this time that I started to get the feeling that they didn't believe me, and thought me an idiot. My department head told me she'd notify the business head, and I would get a call back. I used this time to call my bank, and was assured that no, it was not a banking error. When asking my employer when I'd get my replacement check, I got the distinct feeling that I was never going to get one. So now, here I am, overdrawn, furious, and without a replacement check. I wonder if they're aware that it's illegal to bounce a check? Anyway, I'll update on the outcome of this, if and when there is one.