Today is Ryan's birthday. I can't believe he is 7 already. I so totally remember being in labor with him. And the whole pregnancy. He is my angel baby. Purest soul that I know. With the mischeiviousness of the devil himself. We are going to a pizza place, and the park, and do birthday stuff. Happy birthday Rye Rye. I love you so much.
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On a totally different note.

I think that whole thing with me not writing is kind of going out the window.

Just gotta bitch a little.

1 Corinthians 13:11
"When I was a child, I spoke as a child, I understood as a child, I thought as a child: but when I became a man, I put away childish things."

When I was young, 18, I thought I knew everything. Black was black, and white was white. And God was God. I was going to ASU and joined a pro-life club. And felt all the righteous indignation of Jesus in the temple with the money changers. I was so right.

I have since had 5 of my own babies, told there was something terribly developmently wrong with one of them (which was wrong), had an unexpected "inconvenient" pregnancy (who is now my angel baby), helped deliver hundreds of babies, delivered some by myself, watched babies die, delivered dead babies, delivered malformed incompatible with life babies, helped a girl deliver her 6th or 7th or whatever number baby and seeing in her eyes the reality that she wouldn't be able to provide for it yet knowing she isn't allowed to use birth control and will probably haved a few more, seen so many children that are not taken care of by their parents, abused kids, drug babies, throw away foster kids, seen babies left in the NICU cause no one wanted them. Seen enough. And I was an inconvenient, unwanted, unplanned pregnancy myself, the product of a "mistake", an accident, who could easily been "taken care of" and life would have been a whole lot easier for Suzie.

And right outside my son's high school stand "God's servants", holding huge pictures of ripped apart, decaying dead fetuses, outside Planned Parenthood, for every high school student, every 2 year old, every whoever to have to look at, with Bible texts to accompany them. You can almost see them counting the jewels god will award them in their crown because of the babies they have "saved".

#1 - I'd like to know if they support sex education in schools and would like to know how many condoms they have passed out to prevent these pregnancies.

#2 - I'd like to know how many of the unwanted, disabled, drug babies they have adopted or fostered.

#3 - I'd like to know if Jesus would hold up a grotesque, morbid, photograph of bloody pieces of a fetus - or if he would simply write some names down in the sand.

#4 - I'd like to know why it is wrong to show human breasts on a tv show that you have a choice to turn on or off, yet you can display dead mutilated baby parts on the streetcorner and don't have a choice whether you are exposed to seeing it or not. Or your 5 year old.

Just some questions.

I'm just disguested and want to throw something at them.

If you don't believe in abortion, DON'T HAVE ONE!!!!

And may the fetus you save be a Black, Gay, Democrat.

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I love the choice I made. I don't know what I would ever do without my Ryan.

Love you sweet Angel Baby.

And Happy, Happy Birthday!!!!!