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I won't rehash everything from my first diary...I think anyone who is here most likely is very well aware of my daughter's story. If not, please go here and the beginning.

I met with our friend, an attorney, this morning at 8:45am. Beantown dad could not due to work conflicts. I need to say this- I took my daughter to school this morning and walked to her locker with her to make sure we had no more surprise notes. There were none, so I went directly to the office and spoke with the secretary, asking for time to meet with the principal and counselor. She set up a 10:30am appointment. I didn't tell her the reason for the meeting, other than to say that I wanted to discuss a problem with my daughter and several students. I left and drove directly Jerry's office. I tried to talk beantown girl out of going to school today- but she was adamant. She said that not going would make it so much worse for her and I must say, the logical side of me agreed. My mom side just wanted to keep her home and snuggled up with me on the couch under a blanket.

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I can hardly type, can hardly put this into words! I have been writing and rewriting this because if I don't break down in tears, I get so angry that I can't think straight! I know that so much has already been written about this whole issue, but I am writing this diary from a very personal point of view; forgive me if I find no humor in any of this, excuse me if I take no part in celebrating the loss of sponsorship for that pig's radio program. You see, my 16 year old daughter came home from school on Friday in tears and has been in a state of utter despair since. She was told, in no uncertain terms, that she is a slut, a prostitute, a horny piece of trash that is out to sleep with every guy in school! The horrid little monsters who started harassing my daughter had the audacity to tell her their mothers were the ones who labeled her with these despicable opinions- they were just "telling it like it is, you know, like that guy on the radio! The one who isn't afraid to tell the truth!" Who does this?! How does Rush Limbaugh or anyone else have the right to do this, to say these things about anyone?

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That being said I, too, shall be heading out the door here shortly for a week-long boycott of this site. I know I don't have a huge following and won't be missed; however, I can't imagine not participating in the boycott. Wrong is wrong. No fancy language is needed, no long list of excuses is accepted- we are better than this or at least we should be! Racism, ageism, sexism, or any other type of "-ism" doesn't belong on a Democratic blog, doesn't belong in a democratic society. Period.

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An Ohio group is gathering signatures in an effort to add an abortion ban to the state's constitution.

Personhood Ohio wants to put the issue before voters in 2012. The measure would amend Ohio's constitution to define a person as any human being at any stage of development, including fertilization.

Yup, the teabagger insanity express just keeps on speeding down the tracks in the Great State of Ohio! All Aboard.........tickets being taken below the pretty orange squiggly.

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My first diary here at Daily Kos was written about my dad. I miss him very much.

July 17, 2010 through July 17, 2011- What I refer to now as my year of "Firsts"; the first time we experienced the world without my father in it.

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WARNING --- this is a rambling vent! Not a lot of discussion of politics below, just your basic outrage over the stupidity and violence that has permeated our society. My Mother's Day certainly turned into something that I will remember- just not for the right reasons.

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**REPOST** This is a requested re-posting of a diary that I wrote and published on 04/10/2011- Please enjoy the diary, but more importantly, please donate to this amazing cause! I know that times are really tough, but if you have even $5, this cause is so very worth every penny!

I know every mother thinks her child is special. I am absolutely no different- the only difference is, both of my kids really ARE special! Beantown girl (hereafter known as BG) and beantown boy (BB) look no different than any other 15 year old girl or 12 year old boy, but looks are definitely deceiving in this case. This is our tale of family fund raising for the troops!

BB and BG are, as I stated above, your typical kids. They fight with each other; I can't get either one to clean their room or make their beds =)  But in many respects, they aren't typical kids at all. They lost their grandfather(my father) last July after a short illness. Their aunt, my sister, has been battling stage IV ovarian cancer for 2 years and both of my kids have been through the wringer with this situation. My sister is like their second mom and her illness has really hit both kids hard. During the first
year of her illness, everything kind of came to a stop for all of us as we concentrated on helping her get through multiple surgeries and chemotherapy. Both BG and BB floundered a bit. Beantown dad and I had to break it to them that there would be no participation in outside activities, at least for awhile, since dad needed to work and I needed to be the caregiver to the family. That was 2009. In 2010, we decided it was time to return to some sort of normalcy- let BB go out for baseball, had BG participate in choir and band competitions. All was going right in our little world. Auntie was still struggling with chemo and hospitalizations, we just got better at managing everything-- and we just needed some "normal". Then my dad passed away in July-
admitted to the hospital on a Thursday, I was removing him from the ventilator on Saturday. Quick, painful and devastating. Once again, our world was upside down, only this time, we still had auntie with cancer, grandpa gone and the new responsibility of taking care of grandma. Two great kids trying to just be kids in a very grown-up world.

O.K., that's a little bit of the back-story. Now, on to the reason for the diary. When we were going through pictures to display at the funeral home for my dad, the kids came across his pictures from the Army. My dad hated every minute of his time in the Army, hated being away from his new bride; however, he was proud of his service to our country in the time of war (Korean War, to be exact). My husband and I had several great conversations with the kids about the Service, about war and about sacrifice. A month later, BG and BB and I were having lunch and talking about donating some things to Goodwill, cleaning out closets and getting rid of old clothes and making room for new school things. The kids were talking about wanting to do something for someone- both said that they felt like they had so much and there were some people who didn't have anything. A family member had just gotten back from his third tour in Iraq/Afghanistan and beantown boy said maybe we could do something
for someone in the Army- we could do it in honor of grandpa! DING, DING, DING-- it all came together for me. We came home and I got out a notebook and pen and handed it to my daughter. Write down some fund raising ideas- think of what we have seen done for all of our activities over the years, I told them. As they began brainstorming, I pulled up a couple NFTT diaries and printed them off, handing one to each child. I asked them to read through and tell me what they thought of donating to this cause. The rest, as they say, is history. Now, don't misunderstand, during these economic times, making any sort of headway with raising money has been a struggle- which has also been a good lesson for my kids. If you want something, you have to work hard to get it!

Here are a few pictures of some of the things we have done- bake sales being a major money maker! The flower cupcakes were a big hit! The bracelet is something my daughter made and took orders for in December. She made 7 bracelets for her classmates and sold them for $10. The girls gave them as Christmas presents.

Now, as I write the ending to this little story, my 2 kids are boxing up things from their room and the garage, labeling everything with a price tag for our upcoming garage sale. Hopefully we will raise a decent amount of money for the troops; whatever happens, though, I know I can never put a value to what my kids have learned! They will tell you, this fund raising thing is so easy, even a kid (or 2) can do it!

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I know every mother thinks her child is special. I am absolutely no different- the only difference is, both of my kids really ARE special! Beantown girl (hereafter known as BG) and beantown boy (BB) look no different than any other 15 year old girl or 12 year old boy, but looks are definitely deceiving in this case. This is our tale of family fund raising for the troops!

BB and BG are, as I stated above, your typical kids. They fight with each other; I can't get either one to clean their room or make their beds =)  But in many respects, they aren't typical kids at all. They lost their grandfather(my father) last July after a short illness. Their aunt, my sister, has been battling stage IV ovarian cancer for 2 years and both of my kids have been through the wringer with this situation. My sister is like their second mom and her illness has really hit both kids hard. During the first year of her illness, everything kind of came to a stop for all of us as we concentrated on helping her get through multiple surgeries and chemotherapy. Both BG and BB floundered a bit. Beantown dad and I had to break it to them that there would be no participation in outside activities, at least for awhile, since dad needed to work and I needed to be the caregiver to the family. That was 2009. In 2010, we decided it was time to return to some sort of normalcy- let BB go out for baseball, had BG participate in choir and band competitions. All was going right in our little world. Auntie was still struggling with chemo and hospitalizations, we just got better at managing everything-- and we just needed some "normal". Then my dad passed away in July- admitted to the hospital on a Thursday, I was removing him from the ventilator on Saturday. Quick, painful and devastating. Once again, our world was upside down, only this time, we still had auntie with cancer, grandpa gone and the new responsibility of taking care of grandma. Two great kids trying to just be kids in a very grown-up world.

O.K., that's a little bit of the back-story. Now, on to the reason for the diary. When we were going through pictures to display at the funeral home for my dad, the kids came across his pictures from the Army. My dad hated every minute of his time in the Army, hated being away from his new bride; however, he was proud of his service to our country in the time of war (Korean War, to be exact). My husband and I had several great conversations with the kids about the Service, about war and about sacrifice. A month later, BG and BB and I were having lunch and talking about donating some things to Goodwill, cleaning out closets and getting rid of old clothes and making room for new school things. The kids were talking about wanting to do something for someone- both said that they felt like they had so much and there were some people who didn't have anything. A family member had just gotten back from his third tour in Iraq/Afghanistan and beantown boy said maybe we could do something for someone in the Army- we could do it in honor of grandpa! DING, DING, DING-- it all came together for me. We came home and I got out a notebook and pen and handed it to my daughter. Write down some fund raising ideas- think of what we have seen done for all of our activities over the years, I told them. As they began brainstorming, I pulled up a couple NFTT diaries and printed them off, handing one to each child. I asked them to read through and tell me what they thought of donating to this cause. The rest, as they say, is history. Now, don't misunderstand, during these economic times, making any sort of headway with raising money has been a struggle- which has also been a good lesson for my kids. If you want something, you have to work hard to get it!

Here are a few pictures of some of the things we have done- bake sales being a major money maker! The flower cupcakes were a big hit! The bracelet is something my daughter made and took orders for in December. She made 7 bracelets for her classmates and sold them for $10. The girls gave them as Christmas presents.

Now, as I write the ending to this little story, my 2 kids are boxing up things from their room and the garage, labeling everything with a price tag for our upcoming garage sale. Hopefully we will raise a decent amount of money for the troops; whatever happens, though, I know I can never put a value to what my kids have learned! They will tell you, this fund raising thing is so easy, even a kid (or 2) can do it!

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Editor's note: I tried to publish this earlier and I don't know what I am doing wrong, but it still hasn't published- under my drafts it says this is "in the queue", whatever the hell that means. So, I am trying to publish this diary again.

I had so many different ideas for my first diary here in the new building, DK4- I have one I started before the move that still needs my attention, I joined Weight Loss Kos and have about 6 diary ideas for that and I am working up my courage to write a diary about my father's death and sister's illness (that may actually take a little longer). I never expected to write about Republicans, tea baggers and racism in my family room on a Wednesday night! Head on down to the lower level and I will explain my wild, crazy, horrible night.......

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By all means, I will accept any suggestions anyone might have in this wonderful community, not limited to Pootie/Woozle lovers...I just thought that people with a love of animals might have contact information or, god forbid, come across a situation similar to this.

I have been upset by this situation for a week now and last night brought everything to a head. I didn't get much sleep and need some help.

Please follow me below for the story.

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In an article from Reuters, from 2001-2007, the Central Intelligence Agency of the US briefed at least 68 lawmakers on enhanced interrogation methods.

According to the documents finally released, one of the individuals who was privvy to the information was, in fact, present Speaker of the House of Representatives Nancy Pelosi.

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Sun Feb 14, 2010 at 08:35 AM PST

Haiti-- Tarps, not Tents

by beantown mom

Several hard-working individuals here on Daily Kos have been diligently keeping the plight of the Haitian people front and center and on the Rec list as they recover from the devastating earthquake. I won't call them out by name, not because they are not deserving of acknowledgement but because I am afraid that I would miss someone who has contributed to this effort.

That is why, when I ran across the following article on MSNBC, I was greatly disturbed.

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