Um, HELLO! McFly, you in there?!?!

The Walmart Family are worth $144 Billion ($144 THOUSAND MILLIONS) This year the government is giving them back $6 BILLION in tax breaks. That is $6 THOUSAND MILLIONS for one family in tax breaks.

picture of Walmart family saying they'll get $6 billion, yes, BILLION, in tax breaks this year.
The Walmart Family are worth $144 Billion ($144 THOUSAND MILLIONS) This year the government is giving them back $6 BILLION in tax breaks. That is $6 THOUSAND MILLIONS for one family in tax breaks.

Thanks, Wall Street and Friends who MAKE THIS SHIT HAPPEN while children are hungry RIGHT HERE IN AMERICA.
CHILDREN OF THEIR EMPLOYEES who make so little, they qualify for SNAP(food assistance). Call me crazy, but if you’re working a 40 hour work week, you should get paid well enough to not need SNAP.
And, AND… How much food would that buy?! And they already have a fleet of semis that could take food to shelters and missions all over the country!!!
They don’t even have to do it because of philanthropy or altruism… It would actually be fantastic publicity!
I know we’re not the only family that is trying to break the Walmart habit. Yeah, we have to make more stops, but it feels like we’re trying to do what we can on our little footprint even though it seems like a drop in the ocean.

20 #DeafProblems | I Sign. I Wander.

There are problems specific to Deaf people, but what are they?  Running out of toilet paper in a deaf house. 2. When you’re expecting a parcel delivery, you cancel your errands and appointmen…

Source: 20 #DeafProblems | I Sign. I Wander.

16 & 19.
And I’d like to add, fuck you, YouTube, for thinking autocaptions are even close. It’s infuriating. I’d really love to learn that thing I just looked up; you’re teaching away, I’m headdesking.
Not listed: Webinars or online courses that aren’t captioned. Asking the instructor before you buy it, and they’re all, no, but I have PowerPoint slides so you can follow along fine. Yes, so many nuances are imparted through bullet points. Thanks for nothing, buddy.

Sisters, my sisters… for all of you who are grieving with me… I maded you something

So. Had Michigan Womyn’s Music Festival not ended, tonight we would be attending opening ceremony.

I feel your sorrow, sisters; I do. It’s a rough week to get through, and we’re going to do it together.

I thought I’d remember and pay tribute to the last opening ceremony.

You can’t fit all this shit in a Facebook post; you gotta be a blogger to mix all of these medias together.

First… audio from the drumsong rehearsal earlier that day.

Next, close your eyes and imagine the womyn playing “Kind and Generous” while our fearless leader thanks us. Biiiiiiigggggg snotty mess I was. Got goop all over the back of my camera to get this for you.


Then, Elvira pays her respects…


Here’s pictures from the last opening ceremony. (click thumbnail to embiggen) (don’t go away; keep scrolling because I got more for ya.)

Last, here’s some RISE AGAIN medicine for ya.

Sisters, my sisters… remember me as loving you.

Beginning of the end

I’m spending some quality time with my LilyBird. I should be sending an invoice, working on a wedding invitation, editing some photos, completing a module in my photography business class. But I’m sitting in my recliner with an old towel and a little red hen on my lap with tears in my eyes.

Since early May, I’ve been bringing LilyBird in once a week to extract 150-200ml of ascites off her belly. 

Today, I was only able to get about 75ml off of her, and it was only from one central spot. I tried about two sticks on the left and two sticks on the right, but they only led to either just a little bloody fluid or nothing (when I pulled on the thing in the syringe, I got resistance) so I pulled out and stopped. I didn’t want to stress her further.

Her comb and wattles are pale. 

I think this may be the beginning of the end. 

LilyBird was in my first batch of chicks from March 2013. She quickly became a favorite of all of us, I think. She’s the one I took the most photos of as they grew. Like the proud mama hen I was, I took pictures once a week when they were babies. And if you follow me on Facebook, you know how often I take photos of them as adult birds. If the dogs could notice, they’d be jealous. 

When Lily was a couple weeks old, the screen got left off the top of their brooder once. Within one minute, Erin jumped in to chase the fluffy balls that moved on their own constantly. Tom heard the ruckus, ran in the office, and said, “ERIN!” in his sternest dad voice. Erin immediately flipped over on her back submissively. Right onto Lily. 

Tom picked Erin up and tossed her out of the brooder. He then picked up little Lily. She was completely limp and looked dead. I burst into tears. Tom told me to get a rag, go into the living room, and lay down in the recliner with her on my chest covered with the rag. I did so, tears running down my face for an hour. 

Suddenly, Tom said, “Listen!” 

A couple tiny, feeble peeps could be heard from under the towel. 

A couple more. A little stronger. 

Then, she popped her head out from under the towel and peeped normally. She scrambled out from under the towel and up into the crook of my neck, settled in, and started preening. 

She has several broken toes from the mishap, but has always managed to get around fine. 

The entire time I’ve been writing this post, LilyBird has been sitting on my lap quietly, saying a little something now and then. She has the sweetest, high pitched voice of all of the girls. It sounds like a little song. But mostly she’s just looking around at everything from her vantage point. 

Her comb is pale, and she’s breathing heavily, even after I pulled off fluid that was pushing on her diaphragm and lungs. Occasionally she shuts her eyes and chicken naps if the dogs are quiet. 

She just stood up in my lap, holding her wings a little from her body, breathing with her beak open a little.

I think this is the beginning of the end.

This won’t be easy. 

But at least I’m able to prepare for it. 

It won’t make it easier, but I know it’s almost time to say goodbye to LilyBird. 

me with a little red hen on my lap
LilyBird and I