Oh, Racism!

I find it really, really hard to believe that so many Tea-Party types are angry at Obama for his policies and not because he's black.

At first, I thought... well, yes, some people are really racist (racists come in all colors/shapes/sizes and against all colors/shapes/sizes even their own) and yes, some people are really stupid, and yes, some rich people benefit a lot from other people being stupid and racist - but, I thought to myself, most Americans can't be that bad.

Now, however, I'm just not that sure.

A Good Day

The past 24 hours have been really nice.

Friday after work, we got all dolled up for a "Hoity Toity" Edwardian Dinner party with friends. In case you were wondering, maternity Edwardian garb is a hard look to pull off but I think I managed with a long dress (out of stretchy fabric so it hung nicely on the ever-growing belly), velvet 3/4 sleeve shrug, elbow length gloves, a long strand of pearls, earings, a bracelet (worn over the gloves, of course), and a poofy bun complete with pearled comb. Boybee wore his black suit with a red shirt, gold and black vest (it's awesome and from a vampire costume he had made for him back in the day), a black bow tie, and he had his hair slicked. No pictures, but I assure you that we looked marvelous. Everyone got silly names and titles (I was a Marquise and Boybee was a Colonel), dinner was served on china with silver flatware and goblets. It was all very silly and fun, after dinner we shared in our love for Gilbert and Sulivan and the Simpsons (especially this!).

Saturday, I slept in, ate breakfast, woke up Boybee and then took the cats to the vet. No worries, they're healthy as can be, but it was time for their annual shots. After bringing my poor babies home, we did some chores (laundry and clearing out the library so that Boybee can paint while I'm away for work), and then off to Target to create a baby registry. Registering for baby stuff was not nearly as fun as registering for our wedding - mainly because we have no clue what we want for a baby. We put a few things that we liked on the registry and hopefully anyone who wants to buy us things will buy us things that they think are cute or will be useful.

We then headed to Smoothie King, got delicious smoothies and took a walk around our alma mater's campus which is probably my favorite place to take a walk in this city. It's gorgeous and looks exactly like what I imagine a university should look like, plus it's a smoke free zone and we can reminisce about our early courtship. Our walk ended by one of our favorite middle eastern restaurants so of course we got hummus, shish tauk, and lamb kabob for dinner. How could we not?!

Now, I think we'll watch a two part episode of Star Trek Voyager and make an early night of it. All in all, a pretty fantastic weekend so far.

Two Articles That I Like and One That Has Me Thinking

Feminism, ZIonism and Bears!* Oh My!

A Milestone

Last night, I had some friends over. We ordered pizza, ate TWO KINDS OF CAKE, and played a bunch of games. This was not the milestone referred to in the title of this post, though two kinds of cake makes any gathering grand. We played Sentinels of the Multiverse and beat Citizen Dawn on advanced mode without letting her flip!

This Canadian will fuck you up.

Even the amazing feat was not the milestone! I was a member of a team that achieved this once before - mainly because I think the only way to beat her on advanced is to keep her from flipping because... ouch!* No, the milestone in my life was that for the first time EVER, I won a game of Apples to Apples! It came down to a tie breaker between two of us, so everyone else judged on the verb "Spunky" we each submitted one card chosen from our hands and then top decked the second card we submitted as a randomizer. I won with Carnival Workers - totally Spunky. :P

I am very proud of myself. 

*I've often thought though that if you could get her to flip by turn three (which is the earliest she could) and making the priority being mitigating damage to heros and building up reserves until she flips back, but there are more unknowns and potential environment traps when you let her flip.

I am pregnant/alive/successful today, because of birth control

I am pregnant today because when I was 16 years old, my dad brought me to the OBGYN and my doctor (who I hope to have deliver my baby this summer!) put me on hormonal birth control.

Hunger Games : SPOLIERS

Last night, Boybee and I realized that not only did we not have any looming projects or responsibilities that had to be taken care of ASAP but we also had no meetings or other engagements for the evening. This is a relatively rare occurrence at Chez Bee so we decided to take advantage of our lack of responsibilities and go out to a movie, knowing that in a few months being able to just go out to a movie on a Tuesday night will be an unthinkable luxury.

Neither of us has read the Hunger Games books but we've both been hearing the buzz for the past couple of months about the movie. We like action movies and specifically desire to spend our money at the box office when we think movies may pass the Bechdel Test, plus it was getting rave reviews from friends so after a walk around the neighborhood (OMG the weather is gorgeous here in Beelandia right now!), we were off to the 7:45 showing at our local multi-plex.

SPOILERS AFTER THE CUT.

Gulf Wars!

Last week, Boybee and I attended Gulf Wars XXI a week long SCA event in Southern Mississippi. We had a blast despite the unseasonable warmth and my inability to stay up late. We drove down the NOLA with friends and hung out in the French Quarter before arriving on site. The week included classes, singing, mustering with the Calontir army,  good friends and good cheer. The highlights for me for the Heather Dale concert we got to attend in the Green Dragon and an impromptu Wolgemut concert in our camp.

For those who don't follow SCA/Ren Faire music, Wolgemut is a band that plays medieval German instruments - their music is like the lovechild of German folk music and punk rock. I love it. They showed up in our camp after playing the Known World party (which was, as big parties tend to be, pretty lame) on the promise of beer given by cute women. They began to play and folks started to dance. I learned that I can no longer do any of the isolations necessary for belly dancing (as my ribs and hips are connected by very taunt stretched muscles) but I could still jig! So I hiked up my skirts and proceeded to soft shoe! :) There was reeling and twirling, so much laughter and so much fun.

And now for my very first belly picture! Me at 21ish weeks dancing.