I can see the moon from my backyard, does that make me an astronaut?

So I'm looking for bumper stickers to show my disgust of Palin. I think I'm going to make one of my own, as I want it to say "Mom's don't let Mom's vote for Palin". In my search, I found a site Zazzle which has all kinds of offensive and funny bumper stickers, regardless of your political leanings. Some of my favorites:








So use the little wigit and vote for which bumper sticker I should get, including the one I made up.

Another good read on the Palin subject..."The Sarah Palin pity party"
Everyone seems to be oozing sympathy for the fumbling vice-presidential nominee. Please. Cry me a freaking river.
By Rebecca Traister

So as much as I despise this woman who clearly is in over her head and clearly isn't able to hold a rational conversation without sneering and acting weird, I do have some issues with how some of my like minded friends are portraying her.... judging her for her choices with her special needs child and her daughter's engagement to the winner of a boyfriend. My issue is in the focus on judgment and steering away from a conversation about teen pregnancy, prevention, and the lack of abstinence only programs working... the lack of conversation that John McCain could likely not be alive or functioning in 4 years with his 4xs cancer so far... the lack of conversation about special needs children and are we as a country doing enough to support those families dealing with these difficult circumstances. No - instead we judge her for being willing to take on this huge job when she has a special needs child. Well, this pisses me off! If instead of Sarah Palin, we were talking about a Steven Palin, we wouldn't be talking about how dare he run for VP with such a child. In most cases we'd applaud him and his wife for the work they've done with xyz charity that deals with the challenges they've faced.

I don't understand her decisions, and I don't agree with many of them. But my lack of agreeing on any fundamental value with Palin shouldn't allow me the luxury of judging her choices, when I haven't been faced with the same challenges. It does give me the luxury of singing from the rooftops the bad policy decisions she has enacted in a professional capacity, and continuing to do what I can to focus on the issues for both her and her styrofoam looking running mate. I'm for choice - choice on your reproductive system, choice to adopt, choice on how to raise and F*&^up your kids... all I can wish and hope for, is that my fellow neighbors do some informed choice to make the right decision for themselves.

The other thing that irritates me is the assumption that Mom's will run to her as a symbol of us and of course that will sway us. This thought is SO insulting in light of her contrary positions on issues that are important to mothers and families, minor luxuries like universal health care, breastfeeding, equal pay for equal work, paid leave for family leave needs such as maternity leave or a sick parent.

Irony - so McCain stated back several months that there wasn't a pay inequity problem between men and women - that women just needed more education and more training... and then he voted against a bill for equal pay for men and women... and then he chooses this idiot... ironic...

So I see the moon and the moon sees me... NASA here I come.

So what is this blog thing anyway?

So it seems that lots of people have blogs these days, so I thought I'd give it a try. I have written a few things before on Larry's site www.crazyengineer.net, but they got taken down in some site overhaul. I'm not generally a writer in a personal log since of the word. I think that my Mom has been quietly encouraging me to journal since I could write, and has since given up on me. I do scrapbook, so there is some writing that happens, but generally months after the fact, so this will be an attempt at something more in the moment.

For those of you who know me from college, you know that the beginning of my sophomore year I went through the unix way to get my email and when I was there used a little trick from my new boyfriend (his name was Larry) to change my outgoing name on my email and create a new email address for myself. We were all preassigned email addresses when we arrives as freshman, mine was lipshutz@andrew.cmu.edu. I created eryca@cmu.edu as my address, and changed the name that shows up to "Eryca the Great". I thought it was funny, as a joke - becuase I really didn't think I was all that great, but hey, shout it from the rooftops and perhaps it will come true? Who knows.

Anyway, fast forward to senior year, I'm applying for jobs, and I felt that sending email from eryca the great was perhaps not a good career move for all employers. I went back in through unix and eggads! CMU fixed it so we couldn't change our names! Probably becuase college kids were changing their names to drug or sex related names.... silly college kids. Although this was CMU, so it is more likely that the names were something like "Wean Hall Unix Cluster #5" or "D&D72" or "E=MC2" or something really dorky. I wasn't able to change it back, so had to send emails to prosepctive employers from Eryca The Great.

So for those of you close friends and family, you know that Eryca the Great stuck with me, I still get letters addressed to her, and I use it from time to time. Now starting out with this bog, a brand new baby, and new city and job this last December, it feels to me that while Eryca the Great is still around here somewhere, thats not exactly who I am anymore... hence
The Superherione formally known as Eryca The Great is born.
Happy reading!