Thursday, September 11, 2014

Security and Freedom...a spectrum.

I spread out a photo quilt that I made G years ago ((what seems like a lifetime ago, when we were just dating, long-distance...). I stretch my body out into a giant "X"...gaze up at the sky... and fill my lungs.

Inhale, Exhale.

Of course, I get distracted...the barking dogs...the needy kitty cat begging to be pet...and never mind my racing mind...each thought, I turned into an image and project that image onto a cloud...then watch it float by....
...finally, I hit the transcendental meditative state.

These moments are few and far between, but when they occur, I feel I have experienced Heaven, or Nirvana, while in this physical body. It is unexplainable, and only relatable to those who have also done it. And when I talk about it with those people, I instantly feel a deep bond, because I know we're vibrating on the same frequency.


Most of the time, when I have an "aha moment" or an epiphany, it is because I read something, or heard something that changed my way of thinking. Most recently, however, the epiphany has felt so authentic, and originated without a precursor. I believe this is a message from God//Spirit//Intuition, vocabulary doesn't matter. The message is original and Divine, and I'm hoping it resonates with other people...

There is an ever-present spectrum of security and freedom, and we choose at any given time where we want to be.

Floating in the middle, for me, is a very peaceful place.

When I was in High School, I was very active in FCA and Young Life. I was your typical Texas Christian. I believed "Jesus Christ is my Lord and Savior" because that meant I was going to heaven. I had SECURITY in my religion.

But that religion came with dogma, and rules. And like any club with exclusivity, to be "included" meant somebody had to be "on the outside." Whether it's a sorority making cuts in who they select for the pledge class, or a college choosing applicants and not just accepting everybody, I realized that traditional Christianity was a club that opened the door to any willing person, but once you were in, you were aware of who as "out." There were rules that I was self-righteously abiding by, and believing in, but none the less, this mentality came with very little life freedom.

While in college, I found my own spirituality, and felt very free. I didn't believe that a hypothetical God would create the Universe, and create gay people, only to combat homosexuality. I didn't believe God would cure some people of diseases, but not others. I started to see the world through a much more Universal lens. As my beliefs of God and Heaven began to disintegrate ((or evolve, to be more positive)), I must be honest that I felt a lack of security. It was nerve-wracking thinking that the Heaven I had pictured myself going to might be a little different...if there was even such thing as Heaven, at all!

When I make time to meditate and spend time with Spirit, I feel peace, and I feel myself floating in the middle of this freedom//security spectrum.  I feel God, and I feel that I am a part of God. I am free to believe and experience God in my own way, but I feel the security that there is a Force larger than me, and larger than this life.

A few weeks ago, my "aha moment" went even deeper...

I realized my dad has always given me the perfect combination of freedom and security. And then I realized, George has too. And I realized how important it is for me to parent and nurture my daughter in the middle of this spectrum.

For example,

  • My dad encouraged me to try new things in take that roadtrip I was on the fence about, and to invite my professor over for dinner. Enjoy the experiences. And I knew, just like in the song he wrote out for me, he would be my steady ground when I came back home.

  • My husband is happy for me on my days off. My "mental health days," hehe. Days like today, when I have the nanny, but have the day off, and I can take my time at the grocery store, meditate, enjoy a yoga class, blog...just have some "me time." He doesn't hold it against me that I get these days, and he is at work. He also is the least jealous person in the world. He is trusting of me, and allows me a lot of space to grow into my own identity. He also works every day, and puts this roof above my head. And we enjoy a lot of daily routines together, providing me with the sense of security I so desperately need.

  • I want to allow Lilah Grace to form her own opinions and thoughts, and become her own person. I don't want a "mini me." Of course, seeing her nose scrunch while she gives out a hearty laugh makes my heart soar, knowing this is a Lindsay-ism. But I want her to have her own favorite color ((which I think is purple these days)). I want her to have her own favorite shows, books, and political views. I want her to be free in her pursuit of self, but I also insist on building a strong foundation, grounding her, and blessing her with security that only comes from a strong family. I want her to know I will always be here for her, whether she is proud or ashamed. Whether she is ahead of the curve or behind, and whether she perceives things like I do or not...I want her to know I respect her, and I respect her right to be here. I recited to her just today, on the way to the nanny, one of my favorite life mantras from Desiderata...
"You are a child of the universe, no less than the trees and the stars; you have a right to be here."

Yesterday, our little angel threw the biggest fit I've ever seen. It was so alarming, I wondered if she was physically ill. Multiple times, I brought her in close to me, and asked her calmly what was upsetting her? And could she "use her words" to tell mama what was frustrating her? She wanted nothing to do with me. She flailed on the floor, kicked her legs, screamed, and arched her back. Her limbs looked discolored from the lack of bloodflow. It was frightening. I told her that we each needed some alone time, and placed her in the crib. She was livid. Fortunately, the fit passed. I'm not sure if I handled it "perfectly," but I think I got a bigger life lesson, which is I'm not always going to know what to do. I will always try to be patient and loving, and if I know that is wearing out, I will separate myself ((knowing she is safe, of course, from physical harm!)).

I'm kind of nervous for the "terrible twos" as she is only 16 months right now!

I digress...

...I am grateful for the Lord//God//Universe giving me ample freedom and comfortable security. I'm grateful to the leading men in my life for modeling the same way of loving, despite not articulating it until now. And, I hope to provide the same structure for my daughter. If we had no security, we would be free...and likely, anxious. If we had no freedom, we would be secure...and likely, stagnant.


Thursday, August 28, 2014

Let Me Rap to You Real Quick...a Guest Post by Courtney McKinney

This was hard to write because there is so much importance I will attempt to distill into the next few paragraphs. Ultimately there is only so much I can say about hip-hop because it is so closely tied to the touchier topics of race and poverty in America, but here it goes...

I was not raised listening to rap, in fact, it was something I was actively encouraged to stay away from. The swearing, the misogyny, the violence, oh my! That was my general feeling about hip-hop (rap) music up until about 3 years ago. My family is black, but my childhood relates to most rappers about as much as your average white kid living in the suburbs. I know nothing of strip clubs or life in a gang or life as a poor person. 

What I relate to is humanity. What I relate to is art in its true form -- a vehicle for people to express their realities in a way that other people can digest, and hopefully address. 
It's hard to convey the emotion behind marginalization, but for a lot of black people in America living on the margins is the lived reality. Young black men are taught different sets of rules on how to stay alive when interacting with police, and a disproportionate number of black people grow up in neighborhoods where the only tangible examples of financial success are illegal or extreme (i.e. fame via professional athletics or entertainment), but they still live in a country where money is king. I never considered the reality of American poverty before I became a hip-hop listener. 

Rap is a language that has become much more mainstream since it first began in New York City. It started at block parties where DJs would fuse 70s funk and soul music with percussive beats, and people began rapping over their creations. Eventually hip-hop became a language for discontent because it came from communities where those issues were a part of everyday life ("The Message" by Grandmaster Flash and The Furious Five is a good early example). As rap became more popular big labels got a hold of young rappers with the promise of unheard of financial success, and mainstream rap music changed dramatically (which eventually led to a push-back and a rise in artist-run labels). 

The price of popularity is that the music must have mass appeal. The rap we hear on the radio is the music we are given because the labels know it is what consumers want to hear. Listening to people rap about easy sex or drinking to blackout is easier than listening to people discuss the hopelessness of growing up in the projects, or the logical reasoning behind selling drugs, or acknowledging the dysfunction certain citizens encounter within our justice system. It is easier to hear the lyrics about bitches and hoes so that is what a lot of people hone in on, but if you are open to it deeper content is there -- often on the same album. 

That is why "hip-hop heads" will always tell you to listen to a whole album. Radio singles act like disguises, sometimes they show the real person, but other times they camouflage something else. Most people don't realize that a lot of hip-hop artists were the smart kids growing up (for example 2 Chainz went to medical school before embarking on his rap career). 

Rap lyrics can be deeply descriptive, thoughtful, and introspective. The rap game is one way to use intelligence to get out of strife. Rapping is a way to express emotion, fear, and anger -- just like any other art. Rappers also give voice to their communities, which is vitally important. Lupe Fiasco tells young kids the world is theirs no matter where they grow up in "The Show Goes On." Tupac told young black women to keep their heads up in the midst of poverty and poor treatment in "Keep Ya Head Up." Rappers consistently give hope to young people in communities where it often seems that there is none. 

Hip-hop albums have the ability to function like the Trojan army, and the mainstream singles are their Trojan horses. There's a message for all of America in rap that tells us what is going on for some of the people in this country, and unlike the video vixens their reality isn't always pretty. Everyone has an idea of what "the hood" looks like and what the people are like who live there, but if you're patient enough to dig a little deeper than the showy consumer-oriented veneer you will find a more robust portrait within hip-hop culture. You will find humanity, and you will find the invisible Americans who live in a world most of us can't comprehend. 

If you want to know more about anything I've discussed, please read these pieces that deal with the topics very well:

On self-segregation and how it creates misunderstanding
A little more on self-segregation
On the tendency to link a person's behavior with their art

Suggested listening list (These are full albums that should be listened to without shuffle):

Kendrick Lamar: "Good Kidd, m.A.A.d City," "Section 8.0"
NAS - "Illmatic"
A Tribe Called Quest -- "The Low End Theory"
Tupac - "Greatest Hits"
Black Star - "Mos Def and Kweli are Black Star"
J Cole - "Cole World: The Sideline Story" & "Born Sinner"
Outkast -- "SouthernPlayalisticCadillacMusik"
The Notorious B.I.G. (Biggie) - "Life After Death" & "Ready to Die"

Courtney is the product of an early West Coast existence, a Texan upbringing, and an East Coast coming of age. She is a graduate of Lewisville High School (Go Farmers!) and Yale University (Go Bulldogs!), and she currently lives in New York City where she will soon begin work for the Brennan Center for Justice through NYU Law. She previously dabbled in film, television journalism, and education. She’s generally interested in almost everything, which informs her writing. 

Check out more of Courtney's Musings:

Friday, August 8, 2014

Why I Love My Sister

"A sister a little bit of childhood that can never be lost." 
It's hard to say if I truly remember when my sister was born, or if I remember the photos of her birth. Regardless, the memory is there. August 9, 1990. 

I realize now, as a 27 year old new mother, that my then 27 year old mom was a complete warrior. Her mother had passed away unexpectedly 2 weeks before my sister's arrival. I can't imagine the loss, but I can completely understand how the bond between the two of them is deeper than just mother-daughter. Without a doubt, I believe a part of my grandmother's spirit made it's way into my sister's heart and back to this earth. She was a source of joy and comfort for my mom that nobody else could be. She was their little angel baby. She'll always be the baby of our family. 

As for me, I was 3. As far as I was concerned, Laura Rose ((which turned into "Rosebud," which got shortened to "Bud")) had brought a Prince Eric doll from wherever she came from, as a gift to me. She was in. I liked her.

Not only am I grateful to my sister for being such an amazing sibling, friend, and person...I am also so grateful to my parents for giving me Bud. 

Anybody who has a sibling can relate. My sister is my confidante. She's my partner in crime! We laugh at the same stupid stuff (like a dog's collar...why is that funny?!), and feel similarly on so many issues, it's eerie. When something is going on in the family, she's my preferred person to talk to, because she's on EXACTLY the same page. She's the only other person on the planet who grew up in the same house, with the same parents. Every holiday was spent together. Every birthday, ever. I held her as a baby and will stand beside her in October as her matron of honor. "Grateful" doesn't begin to explain my feelings toward her.

We started out really close, and played together constantly. Most of the time, she would kindly watch me play Barbies by myself. Haha. We also had a game, creatively titled, "The Game," where we would claim various pieces of furniture, homes, pets, you name it! in our make believe life. She was "Kristy" and I was "Kelly". Eventually, I got tired of playing The Game with my little sister, and dramatically acted out Kelly's death. I'm pretty sure she was devastated. We played N64 together in inflatable chairs, never learned how to dive together, and even played Christmas carols on the flute together. We rode bikes together, had pretend interviews on the old camcorder, and made up children's TV programs where we were the stars. When I hear Elvis Costello, Mary Chapin Carpenter, Natalie Merchant, and Gin Blossoms, I think of our long summer days back in the 'ville. Any memory I have of my childhood involves Bud.

When I was going into high school, and Bud was 10-11, we spent less time hanging out as friends. I don't remember having a falling out or anything, it just seemed like in hindsight I was in a tryin-to-act-cool phase...fortunately, it was short lived. I remember in college, coming home and realizing how authentically cool my sister was, and being grateful for our relationship. 

At Joe T. Garcia's with our baby cousin, Allie Jean!

My gift to Bud for her 21st birthday

Now, we are closer than ever. I'm also more proud of her than ever. She graduated with her Bachelor's from Tech Summa Cum Laude in 2012. She immediately pursued her Master's, and is now a Speech Pathologist, with a job lined up to begin next week. Luckily for us, she was at home ((Flower Mound)) for most of the summer, but she moves to Houston next week to start her professional life...and I have to say, I am so sad.

She is so much help. She picks up LG from the nanny...she makes dinner all the time...she runs errands, cleans up, drops everything to help me out. She's so helpful. I also lean on her emotionally. I call her more now than ever. Or text, at least. I go to her when I'm down, and I feel no judgment, just total love, and understanding...true understanding. She's very empathetic. 

I used to think of myself as "the smart one" and she was "the pretty one." That sounds so dumb, but it's truthful. Now I realize she's both. She's so beautiful inside and out. She's so smart. She has practical knowledge and a very intuitive sense that's refined. She's open to Life, and doesn't claim to know all the answers. She is a seeker. She has a lot more going on in her mind than she blurts out ((I tend to blurt)).  She has become more "herself" which has been fun to watch and support. 

At the end of the day, I probably love most the ability to cry with my sister, and laugh until I cry with my sister, in any situation. While I love the small things, like swinging on the porch swing sipping a cocktail, watching The View ((and eye-rolling at Sherri Shepherd)) or jumping in the community pool in our clothes after a hot summer walk...I am most grateful for the big picture...which is that she is a part of me, and I'm a part of her. 

Happy birthday, Bud! I'm so glad you were born. And HAPPY BRIDAL SHOWER DAY! I hope you have the best birthday//bridal shower ever. I love you, forever and ever.


Monday, July 21, 2014

Lilah Grace Discovers The Sea.

My little family of 3 just returned from a fabulous vacation in Cape May, New Jersey. George's cousin got married, and our sweet little one was a flower girl for the first time! We loved spending time with family, and of course, introducing LG to the ocean.

I was a little anxious to fly with LG for the first time. I loved planning this trip, but also felt nervous that if I was forgetting something, George would look at me like, "do something," and that pressure kind of stressed me out the day we flew out. 

We were flying Spirit, so we had braced ourselves for the worst possible service and constant upgrades // upcharges. Fortunately, even with Spirit Air, you can still check the stroller and car seat at the gate. 

Last minute to-do list. I LOVE checking items off a list!

My mom hooked it up with two cute new tops ((both on the left)), and I really had fun choosing//accessorizing my outfits for the vacay! I totally underpacked ((only 1 outfit per day)), but our B&B offered to do our laundry every day! So it ended up being PERFECT!

I mixed up thieves with some coconut oil and slathered my fam prior to both flights. So far, no sickness. So glad!

We gave LG her VERY LAST BOTTLES on the plane, for ascent and descent. She slept for the landing of our coming-home flight, so that was nice. G is putting her down for bed now, as I blog...which is nice, since I was kinda dreading putting her down sans bottle.

Our curious little angel!

We flew into Philly Int'l and picked up our rental car, then it was off to the Bed and Breakfast.

Can I just stop right now and EXPRESS MY LOVE TO THE HIGHLAND HOUSE?! I friggin' love B&Bs. They are the perfect combo of home + hotel. The Highland House was the best! Perfect location and unbelievably kind staff that seemed like long-lost friends. They were so helpful and hospitable.

The Highland House in Cape May

Our key was waiting for us on the front porch, and we settled into our room. We didn't mess with packing//checking the Pack 'n Play, so LG slept in the carseat. The room had canopy bedposts and a loose-knit blanket, so we made a canopy around her carseat and it worked just fine.

When Lilah Grace woke up in the morning, we walked the half mile straight down Broadway and onto the beach. We definitely picked the right time to go, because there was no charge, and we had the place all to ourselves. LG absolutely loved the sensory + tactile sensations the sand had to offer! It was like Mother Nature's Etch-a-Sketch...LG would dig her nails into the sand and make all kinds of funky lines, and then a wave would come and erase her slate clean. She got a kick out of it every time. Finally, she took off and crawled straight toward the waves. We helped her stand up, and laughed along with every crashing wave.

Nothing makes me more proud, fulfilled, happy, nor content, than this little family.

LG has a couple of precious bathing suits, but it was really fun to just let her roam and explore totally naked. We figured she ought to enjoy it while she can! Charlie Chaplin said in a letter to his daughter, "Your naked body should only belong to those who fall in love with your naked soul." I feel like all she IS is soul right now! Just this pure, sweet, innocent, little soul! Naked babies are precious + free. Ours certainly was this past week!

We walked and biked everywhere! We loved exploring this family ((and pet)) friendly, charming and quaint, precious little town! And LG LOVED seeing ((and pointing out)) all of the dogs!

"Dog! Dog! Dog!" 
"Yes, Baby! That's a dog! What's a dog say?"
::high pitched and intentional baby laugh::
"Haha, yes, Baby, a dog says arf arf!"

Cruising with these two was a definite highlight of the trip! We checked out the ((still functioning)) lighthouse, and climbed all the way up! The breeze up top was exhilarating! 

There were hydrangeas everywhere. So fluffy and colorful! We loved strolling multiple times a day!!!

The already large Tinker Tribe expanded this past weekend ((George's dad is 1 of 7)), with the marriage of Chris + Isabel. Isabel is one of George's closest-in-age cousins, and I've adored her since I met her years ago. She's a true beauty--inside and out! We are so thrilled for the newlyweds! They had the most perfect celebration of their commitment to one another, and we were honored to share our little baby in the ceremony. LG had a little bit of help from Yours Truly to walk down the aisle and scatter rose petals, but we were very proud. Also, I was very grateful to be a part of such a huge family while we were vacationing, because somebody was holding her at all times! Which freed up my hands to drink! Hehe!!!!

Isabel + Chris and their picture-perfect wedding party at the gorgeous venue, Congress Hall

This is the "mom stance" at LG's age!!!! Busy, busy, busy! Yall mamas know what I'm talking about!

Just a few of the cousins! Love all of these people so, so much. I'm so honored to call them family! They are true friends AND family! #TinkerTribe

We really loved dancing together on the dance floor! LG has been so affectionate and fun lately. Her personality is really emerging!

Watching Lilah Grace explore on the ocean was by far my favorite part of the vacation. She was simultaneously entertained and at peace. She was so present in her every movement. The sea had her in a trance. And I felt like I was in a trance watching her! My favorite motherhood moments, without a doubt, are the ones spent in nature ((and with family))). Seeing a baby, so pure and innocent, in a natural place that hasn't been taken over with media, advertisements, or neon's like seeing God on God. Pure. I wouldn't have guessed a couple years ago that we would be here, now. But I'm so incredibly grateful. Everything is richer. I feel like she has given me new eyes, and I see the world with much more wonder.



Homeward Bound.

Yall know how vacays are...once it's time to travel back home, it's like you're just ready to be HOME. So, if any of yall are new mamas, or traveling with a non-breast feeding babe for the first time, I would suggest-

((a)) finding a window, and
((b)) posting up, complete with a booze budget.

Seriously. It helps take the edge off, and the baby//toddler will be thoroughly entertained with all the moving carts, jets, and people down below.

Then, give a bottle for take off. Next, bust out the entertainment. The hardest part of the flight ((getting to Philly)) was entertaining LG, while sitting in the same position, for 3 hours. Good Lord. That's work. I had a couple books, an Etch-a-Sketch, dog figurines, snacks, and of course...the iPad. With all the different aps out there, it is one great distractor. I don't put it in front of her regularly, but for flight entertainment, I was grateful to borrow my mom's and let LG play various games! On the flight home, she fell asleep halfway through. That was THE BEST THING EVER.

I'm really glad Chris and Isabel decided to get married in Cape May, and that we were able to go. I'm so grateful to Papa G for working so hard! Being in the special effects//fireworks industry, 4th of July is the busiest time of year. We didn't get to see much of him these past few weeks! He totally earned these vacation days! Thank you, Georgie, for making this trip possible. I know she won't remember, but we will. I loved our late night wine drinking on the deck, complete with fireflies, and rich conversation. You're my best friend and I love you.


Monday, June 30, 2014

Of Course I'm Blogging About Hobby Lobby.

I've tried lately to limit my political musings on this blog to avoid controversy and debate. I like getting along with people ((and I have a lot of conservative friends + family)). Working and being a mom limits my time to debate online, so I've learned to take a deep breath and "let it go" for most political hot topics as of late.

The Supreme Court ruling today, however, is far deeper than a "political hot topic." This is an interesting situation that I think requires critical evaluation ((I thought so back in March, too)). It is not as simple as either far-wing is making it out to be.

It seems that there is a major breakdown in definitions for both "religious freedom" and "corporations." Are corporations people? Do corporations have "freedom of religion" and the right to push their religious beliefs on their employees?

Many of my friends (and I think, readers) aren't interested in politics, so to keep it non-biased and fair, here is a recap (or at least the way I understand it):

Hobby Lobby is an OKC based company ((which is both privately owned and for-profit)) owned by David Green, a billionaire and evangelist. 

The Affordable Care Act (or "Obamacare") which was signed into law by President Obama and upheld by the Supreme Court two years later, requires private insurance companies to cover a wide-range of preventive services 
((including well woman visits, pre-natal visits, breast cancer screens, and more)) 
((including "barrier methods, hormonal methods (birth control pills), implanted devices (IUDs), emergency contraception (Plan B), sterilization procedures (hysterectomy), and patient education/counseling)). 

Plans are NOT required to cover drugs to induce abortions, nor services related to a man's reproductive capacity, like vasectomies. 

Hobby Lobby, a religious company, said it was "against their religion" to provide some of these services to their female employees, and the government doesn't have the POWER to make them follow this law, and offer these to their employees.

The first amendment "prohibits the making of any law respecting an establishment of religion or impeding the free exercise of religion."

The Affordable Care Act does NOT require religious employers ((churches, synagogues, mosques, or any other house of worship with employees)) to cover contraceptive methods and counseling. The women that work for these houses of worship, even before today's ruling, are expected to pay out-of-pocket.

Churches exist for religious reasons, and are non-profit ((though I will bite my tongue on some of these super churches claiming that tax-exempt status)). Hobby Lobby is not a church. Though owned by an Evangelical Christian, the company is a business run for profit, and follows the rules like any other business in this country. 

They sell home accents and scrapbooking paper. Nordstrom's sells clothes, and Pottery Barn sells furniture. 

The difference is the owner of Hobby Lobby felt his personal religious freedom was violated, if the insurance he provided for his employees was used for something his religion does not condone. 

I think many people, especially those living out their Christian faith, are in favor of the Supreme Court ruling today. But I hope they look at the ruling with an open mind, and consider the slippery slope. 

What if he had been a Jehova's Witness?

If one of his 20,000 employees required a blood transfusion after a car accident, but his religion was against it?

What if he had been a Muslim? Under this ruling, it is fair to assume that Muslim business owners could require their female employees cover their heads while at work, all in the name of religious freedom.

I had to do a little digging, but I found that back in 1990, there was a Supreme Court case called "Employment Devision v. Smith." In this instance, the religion was the Native American Church. Two men, Alfred Smith and Galen Black, were fired for ingesting peyote during a religious ritual. The Supreme Court determined the state could deny unemployment to a person fired for using peyote even if it was for religious reasons. The state was given the power to accommodate an illegal act done for religious belief, but not the requirement to do so.

The Native American Church lacks powerful lobbyists and the deep pockets that the Evangelical Churches do. This Supreme Court ruling in 1990 ruled in favor of corporations, not religious liberty. 

((Never mind that the Native American Church existed before the Bill of Rights!!!!))

Bringing it back to today's ruling with Hobby Lobby...

"Approving some religious claims while deeming others unworthy of accommodation could be 'perceived as favoring one religion over another,' the very risk the Constitution's Establishment Clause was designed to preclude." -Justice Ruth Bader Ginsburg

(Thanks, Al, for sharing her dissent with me!) 

I think we have to be very careful when merging religion with government. I know that the conservative right is chanting today a victory for "religious freedom," but this is not factually accurate. Hobby Lobby is not a church. Hobby Lobby is a business, and the Supreme Court ruling that they don't have to follow the law (Affordable Care Act) in the name of religion, means that now corporations are going to be given a lot more power. 

The owner of Hobby Lobby still had his religious freedom before this ruling; if he was against birth control or IUDs or Plan B, he could avoid using them...err, try to prevent his wife from using them. 

During all of this, Viagra was not questioned. Hobby Lobby didn't seem to find objection to providing this drug to their male employees. Viagra is provided to men, for ONE REASON. I understand if they give their male employees the benefit of the doubt, and trust that only married, monogamous men, are using this drug with their wives. I just wish they would extend the same kindness to their female employees. Those wives, likely mothers, might be working part-time, making such low income at Hobby Lobby, that birth control out of pocket is more than they can comfortably afford. When they become pregnant, and choose to keep their unwanted pregnancy to term, I hope Hobby Lobby and supporters of this ruling, will find it within their "religious freedom" to support these families depending on governmental financial assistance programs.

Please excuse typos or grammatical errors. This was written quickly, while my sweet little tot was napping! Now, back to being a mama.


Tuesday, June 24, 2014

Virtual Garage Sale Part Deux

I love cleaning out and organizing. It makes me feel so productive! And since I only find I have time to do this on days when I'm off but still have the nanny, I am also not making any money. So the perfect solution is to clean out, and see what stuff sells before donating. If any of these items interest you, please let me know ASAP! I will be getting rid of everything by the end of the week.

Everything is available for PORCH PICK UP meaning once we decide it's a deal, I will place the item(s) on my front porch... you come and get it. We don't have to coordinate schedules!

You can message me on Facebook (Lindsay Van Meter), Instagram me (@LindsayVM), or if we are friends, texting is easiest for sure!!!

If items are sold as a bundle, I'd prefer them stay together, the buyer takes all. I don't really want to break these down into individual items. I have them separated by categories. Happy shopping!!

Cut to 29 1/2" for a 30" wide Window
2" Faux Wood Blinds


$8 for all 4
All size XS-S

(Amazon is currently selling 12 for $31.50 or $2.62 each, plus shipping)
$8 for all 4


$5 for lot

The top right is actually a CANDLE, with a wick...put it in the wine bottle, it will melt over the bottle!
$5 for lot


Got it in Chinatown in NYC, I don't think it's real.


Perfect for meds, make up, toiletries, etc...

Women's Size 8

Make up visible! Otherwise good condition.
$5 each or $8 for both.


 LHS SHORTS! From 2002 haha! Elastic is shot. Super cute though.

$12 for lot

Bloch Jazz//Hip Hop Dance Shoes. EXCELLENT condition! Barely Used.
Fits a Women's Size 8, even though it says bigger on label.


aden + anais muslin snap bib



Size 3 months to 3
Whole lot ((9 pair)) for  $15

10 pair hardly worn socks (Plus 2 brand new in pic below, total of 12 pair)
5 hats
1 bloomers with flowers on bum
6 hand mits
Little taggies for feet and wrist
Whole Lot $15

Below, Brand new socks also included. Never worn.

Clothes Dividers

These are actually for a little boy, but could be unisex for sure.

Beeps! Batteries work.

 And for the most random of all....

I know this one seems creepy...but maybe there are doll collectors out there?! She's beautiful! And slightly creepy haha.

Hope these find the right new home!  

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