Lazy Sunday

Good morning bloggers. I hate Daylight Savings. It's already 2 in the afternoon and I haven't even finished my coffee yet.

We went to see "The Hills Have Eyes" on Friday. It was bad. Really bad. Not even funny bad, just bad without the charm of a bad movie that knows it's bad. We laughed pretty much all the way through it. Luckily it was a matinee, so there were very few people in the theater.

My daughter is officially part of the work force. She's working at a bagel shop, I don't think I mentioned that part. I stopped in this morning to get some bagels for the boys, some coffee for moi, and to watch her work. I've never seen anything quite like it. I thought I might cry. One of those 'my baby's growing up' moments. But I didn't want to embarrass her too much, so I just sniffled a bit. But the bagels were delicious.

I managed to get our new bed into my room yesterday, with (very little) help from The Teenager. You'd think with a house full of men I wouldn't have to perform such laborious tasks. Sadly, they weren't available to assist. I was quite proud of myself for getting it in there. Look at me, moving furniture. And it's so comfy. I'm looking forward to many good nites of sleep.

In the process of moving the mattresses, I found a magazine that I thought I had lost. It's a Texas Monthly from 2003, and it has a great article about the Planned Parenthood clinic in Bryan-College Station. I was working for PP at the time, and I remember how much trouble we went through to get that place open. Contractors were backing out because of threats from the pro-life folks. The lifers staged protests daily, even when the building was under construction. They over ran the city council with letters and phone calls, trying to get our permits pulled on technicalities. Landlords didn't want to rent us any space, so we ended up purchasing the land and building the clinic from the ground up. But before that could happen, we had to raise the money for such an endeavor. I'm happy to say that my name is among those on the wall who made a donation. It was a long and arduous process, but one that I feel was worth it. It was a necessary addition to a college town.

Once the place was finally open, part of my job was to go out and videotape the big protests - and they were usually big, but especially large on Saturdays. Clinic workers were getting hate mail, patients were being harassed, it was all so...unnecessary. I volunteered as an escort a few times at our Houston office, but I was a little too intimidated to do that in Bryan. I was happy to remain safely behind the fence, with my coffee and video camera, watching these 'religious' people force their children to hold up signs that they couldn't even comprehend. Have a cause, fine people, but don't bring your kids into it until they know what the hell they're doing. Maybe they won't agree with your views when they're old enough to form their own opinions. The clinic manager received nasty notes, indicating that they knew where her son went to school. They even sent postcards to neighbors of staff, saying things like, "Did you know that your neighbor kills babies every day?" Yeah, that's real fucking 'Christian' of you.

Pro-choice forever, that's me. I don't need to be hit over the head with someone else's bible. Fuck that.

Off my soap box. I miss you PP folks.

Have a great Sunday, in spite of the hour we lost. I think I'm gonna go jump on my bed.