Kids Come First Act

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A sick child is always a worry. A sick child that you can’t get help for is a parent’s worst nightmare. Helping the 11 million children who have no health coverage isn’t even on the radar screen of the Bush administration and the Republican leaders in Congress. But, we’re going to put it there.

It is totally unacceptable that, in the greatest country in the world, millions of children are not getting the health care they need. That’s why I have introduced the Kids Come First Act . Here’s why it’s so important to do something now:

  • 1/4 of children are not fully up to date on their basic immunizations.
  • 1/3 with chronic asthma do not get a prescription for medications they need.
  • 1/2 of uninsured children have not had a well child visit in the past year.
  • 1 in 6 has delayed or unmet medical needs.
  • 1 in 5 has trouble accessing health care.
  • 1 in 4 does not see a dentist annually.
  • 1 in 3 had no health insurance during 2002 and 2003.

In the Senate, I am working hard to convince my colleagues to co-sponsor this vitally important bill. But, the most important co-sponsors – the ones who can help push this legislation through a Republican Congress and the Bush White House – are the hundreds of thousands of grassroots activists in the community.

To date, over 470,000 Americans have signed our Kids Come First petition. We’re closing in on our immediate goal of 500,000 before President Bush makes his State of the Union Address on Wednesday. We’ll build from there until we stand one million strong. We’ve got to put getting our children the health care they need at the top of our national agenda. It won’t be easy, but we will never relent until we find a way to put Kids First.


If Hell had an altiverse then I’m sure it would be Northern Wisconsin!!!! Enough already with the snow and the ice and the cold and the wind and the crappiness!!!! I want spring!!!!!

Does this count??
Score 4:7


Imagine that you had the power to imprint in the minds of every child born today one phrase, one piece of permanent wisdom. What would you tell them?

A personal motto? A snippet of philosophy? A message of hope? A lesson you had to learn the hard way? Would it be a rule or a suggestion? A statement or a question? If you could only have your words surface on each birthday, would they be different? What would you say?

Expand on your message. Where did it come from? Why is it so important that the next generation should hear it?

Diarist.Net Spark

“I will question everything and respect all life in the Universe without exception. I will make my choices based on my own evaluation of the data provided and the consequences or outcomes to be had. I will not give in to the propaganda and pressure of those around me. I will respect others and their beliefs and decisions. I will strive to be accepting of all around me and to learn about that which I don’t understand.”

This is the thought that I wish would pop into my children’s heads everytime they face a decision – large or small. It aggravates me when my children come home and talk about the kids in their schools using stereotypical names, etc. I hear myself preaching to them about how everyone is different and that’s okay; how everyone has a right to believe or to be whatever or whoever they want. I’m always trying to undo the prejudices done throughout the day at school. My pre-teen daughter especially gets me going. She can’t be friends with so-and-so because of this or that or cause her friends don’t like him/her. I try desperately to teach my children not to buy into that kind of thing and to give everyone equal time because everyone is valuable and while they won’t end up being friends with everyone this way they may find a few very good friends that they otherwise might not have discovered. I try to make them understand what it would be like if they were the ones being teased or neglected. I try to make them think and decide on their own whether what they are basing their ideas on is really true. It seems to be an uphill battle. But, I believe that if I’m vigilant they will get it eventually. So, maybe I’ll scoot two more respectful, thoughtful liberals out into the world and if they pass that down the line etc. at some point we’ll all come together with love and understanding. I may not live to see that day but I can still work towards it. Wouldn’t it be something if years from now words like tolerance and racism and bigotry were erased from the language because they just went out of style and usage??

Score 3:4


It doesn’t seem possible that a month has gone by since my Grandma took leave of this realm. My chest still gets tight and the lump forms in the back of my throat just thinking of it… the tears begin to well up in my eyes. But I haven’t talked to her or seen her… and prior to her hospitalization I had been with her every weekened or very nearly for years.

I lived with her as a child and one of many fond memories of life on the farm is getting my hair washed. She would lay me on the bathroom counter… later I would crawl up there myself. Then put my ratty little head in the sink. She always used this citrusy shampoo which I’m sure they don’t make anymore. I loved feeling her fingers in my hair.
A few years ago I was getting my hair washed at a salon… not quite the same experience. But… to my suprise the shampoo smelled just like the stuff Grandma had used. I immediately bought the largest bottle they had.

Now, every morning when I wash my hair I remember my Grandma and I smile. It’s a small, sweet memory and I cherish it now more than ever.

I haven’t been back up to the farm since the funeral and I know that at some point I’ll have to return. I can’t imagine going home without her there. Since the ground was still frozen last month we’ll have to bury her once it thaws. I suppose we’ll all go back to the farm afterwards. I guess the reality of it all will hit hard then.

I miss her every day but I know she’s watching over me.

Wake Up Writing for March 1

I am frozen this morning! It isn’t actually that bad outside but, as usual, it’s like an ice-box in my cube. I’m actually sitting here wearing my musty leather jacket. I should be busy closing work tickets this morning but I just haven’t the ambition. It’s just like me to dawdle before lunch… or after!

This is a go-live day for the deployment of some new systems at our facility. So far, it seems to be going rather smoothly. I complement the technical people involved who brought it all to fruition. Normally, I would tease them all with a bit of smirk, reminding them how they couldn’t have done it without me, but today is theirs. Hopefully no one will squelch their accomplishment with one of those “what we could have done better” management speeches.

On a personal note… I finally got the ink refill for my monogramed turquoise pen. Unfortunately, I got a paper cut when I took off the wrapper. Ouch!

Okay…. that was silly. I was doing okay till that last bit. As you may have guessed I made up the part about the pen. But, all-in-all a good brain exercise. And we all know my brain needs exercise!

Wake Up Writing for March 1

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(Days I’ve blogged something/Days since March 1st)

I luv murlocs!

Tyren: What would you do if you had a million dollars?
Fangtooth: I’ll tell you what I’d do, man, two murloc chicks at the same time, man.
Tyren: That’s it? If you had a million dollars, you’d do two murloc chicks at the same time?
Fangtooth: Damn straight. I always wanted to do that, man. And I think if I had a million dollars I could hook that up, cause murloc chicks dig a dude with money.
Tyren: Well, not all murloc chicks.
Fangtooth: Well the kind of murloc chicks that’d double up on a dude like me do.
Tyren: Good point.
(from WoW Forms)

Apparently there is a petition in the WoW forums for a plush murloc that when squeezed gives the lovley aggro noise “UGHRHERLARLRGGLARG!”. I personally love this idea!!! I’m going to try and make one!

Friday is good…

It’s a good day. I got up early, got to work on time and I’m not exhausted! I was a little disgusted at having to brush the snow off my car but that passed. I am ready for spring tho!

On a different topic…. I took my son to school and his teacher was walking in at the same time he was. He saw her and went running with a big smile on his face. I think I actually felt a pang of jealousy, for lack of a better word. Is that a normal Mom response? It felt weird. Guess I’ll have to contemplate that…

Financial news… my tax refund has been depleted. I’m a broke ass mo-fo. Oh, well.

I’m in such a rare mood this morning I might actually do some work! (Don’t tell my boss!)