Wheee!

I have taken the plunge and set up Moveable Type. Yay me! (Actually those cheers should be for my fabulous husband who spent his whole Sunday setting this up for me.)

Now I just have to *shudder* change my template again. The though is enough to send me into cold sweats. Oh well, everyone can use more practice in html, right?

Yesterday was our two year wedding anniversary. Two years ago we pledged our hearts and futures to each other in my mother's beautiful garden, standing around this pond:

Along with my bouquet, I carried the pocket watch my mother gave my father years ago. During the ceremony it rained, making me laugh instead of cry. We spent the rest of the evening with our closest friends and family, sitting in the garden, eating and chatting. Once the evening was over, I changed out of my white satin pumps into my Doc's, and, with me in still in my wedding dress, a small group of us gathered in a pub for a last toast before we headed off to the hotel.

The last two years have passed so quickly. It's been hard sometimes, and wonderful most of the time. It's with hope and love that I move into this new year.

Sudden Light

I have been here before,
But when or how I cannot tell:
I know the grass beyond the door,
The sweet keen smell,
The sighing sound, the lights around the shore.

You have been mine before,--
How long ago I may not know:
But just when at that swallow's soar
Your neck turn'd so,
Some veil did fall,--I knew it all of yore.

Has this been thus before?
And shall not thus time's eddying flight
Still with our lives our love restore
In death's despite,
And day and night yield one delight once more?

-Dante Gabriel Rosetti

So who is in need of an anal stickectomy?

Well, other than various people both in real life and not-so-real life (and if you think this is directed at you in some way - you know what they say: "If the shoe fits...") the prize goes to the couple we had to deal with at work on Friday. After more than a decade in the wonderful world of customer service, some people still manage to surprise me with the amazing depths of their anal retentiveness. Not only did this woman come in and manage to be a total pain in the ass, but thirty minutes later her husband phoned in order to complain about how upset his wife is by our lousy customer service, sloth, and piss poor product line. All in all, these two managed to make three peoples lives miserable for over an hour - all because of an item that cost seventeen dollars and ninety nine cents.

Ever get the feeling that some people in this world are in desperate need of an anal stickectomy?

Wow!

I spent the day watching my best friend give birth to her beautiful baby girl. It was amazing! She was amazing! After 13 or so hours of labour she gave birth to the loveliest 8 1/2 pound little baby. She had a waterbirth at home, and it was a priviledge and an honour to be able to be a part of this miraculous event along with her husband and midwife. I am in awe.

Congratulations Roberta!! And welcome to the world, little Muriel Elizabeth!!

If you haven't heard already, South Africa's Sesame Street will be introducing an HIV positive muppet. This scandalous fact seems to be on everyone's lips lately, and I just don't get it. Maybe I am missing something here, because I'm really having a hard time wrapping my brain around why this is such a big deal.

It is estimated that one in nine people in South Africa have HIV. One in nine. With numbers like that, an HIV positive character is far more socially relevant than wether or not the Cookie Monster will learn the value of sharing, and the significance of the letter B. For many children the specter of HIV won't be some far off boogeyman, but instead their reality. One of their friends will have it, one of their parents, or relatives, or teachers, or maybe it will be them. When 40% of adult deaths in South Africa are attributed to HIV, it's no longer about the dangers of needle sharing and unprotected sex, or the tragedies of contaminated blood supplies - it's about a population trying to come to grips with what is now everybody's problem.

Nor do I understand the outrage about Sesame Street's supposedly "PC" attitude towards modern programming. This isn't new and it isn't news. If you hadn't noticed this until recently, you've been watching the wrong show. This latest brouhaha is just Sesame Street doing what Sesame Street has always done. Ethnic diversity, multiculturalism, and tolerance - along with a host of other "liberal" mores - have been a mainstay of the show since it started. This is PBS. Broadcasting with a social conscience and a liberal political bent is kinda what it's all about.

'Course, I could be wrong, what the hell do I know - I love Sesame Street.

Who said that every wish would be heard and answered
When wished on the morning star?
Somebody thought of that, and someone believed it,
And look what it's done so far.
What's so amazing that keeps us stargazing
And what do we think we might see?
Someday we'll find it, the rainbow connection,
The lovers, the dreamers, and me.

(And yeah, I know the Rainbow Connection is from The Muppets. Sometimes we must make do. )

I have spent three hours on the computer, and what have I managed to accomplish? I changed my comments box. Productivity at it's finest!