Yesterday I tripped in my driveway, scraping the hell out of my knee and bruising up my wrist/forearm pretty badly, seeminly where it banged into the carseat I was carrying out to the car. The funny thing is that ALL of these injuries - burnt wrist, sliced finger, scraped and bruised knee, two lovely parallel purple lines on my forearm - all of them are on my left side. I theorize that the baby having his back to the left side of my body is throwing off my center of gravity in such a way as to make it impossible for me to perform simple daily tasks without injuring myself. I mean, I'm used to being clumsy, but geez.
I believe that women's lib means I can live however I choose - even if that means staying at home, baking cookies from scratch and knitting baby booties all the livelong day. I believe that discriminating against anyone based on their color is racism - even if they're white. I believe that the bad auditions on American Idol are the end result of twenty years of focusing on self esteem - "you are perfect no matter what" - piled on top of a century of growing up consuming music rather than making it together as a family. I believe the children are our future. I believe in miracles. I don't believe in Beatles, I just believe in me.