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Today, March 8, is International Women’s Day!

As such, I’d like to thank the woman who has had the most influence on my life. Her name is mom. (Actually, Gladis.)

I have been a needy little thing all my life. Until about 12 years old, I was constantly sick. Now, I need a lot of support (both financial and emotional). Either way, my mother has never been angry at me for it. She has never made me feel like I was the one to blame. In addition to that, whenever I needed something she couldn’t give me, she would confront whoever could. Without going into too many details, the last feud was with her insurance provider over my depression medication.

I remember when my sister was in junior high, they tried to change my mother’s work schedule. She wouldn’t have been able to pick my sister up after school. My mother fought and fought until they agreed to keep her schedule the way it was. She lost some friends in her work place because of it, since they thought she thought she was special or something. She didn’t think that. She has also fought for others in her work place when they were being pushed around.

What’s amazing is that my mother never asked for any of it. Again, without going into too many details, she was pushed into marriage by my grandmother. While her parents were willfully ignorant and tried to keep her ignorant in terms of sex education, my mother has always talked to me about anything I needed to know. She always emphasizes that if I ever find myself in trouble, like, with a venereal disease or accidentally pregnant, she’ll rip my head off, but then she’ll do everything she can to help me through the situation. I’ve promised her that if anything horrible like that ever happens, I’ll let her know.

She also says that if I am, or anyone I know is, ever sexually assaulted, no matter what, it is not our fault, and before we do anything, we need to report it so that the rapist can be persecuted and so that no one else needs to go through that because of him. This is probably common sense stuff, but it is respectfully radical compared to what her parents told her.

My mother is a beautiful woman who cares about herself and her children. She is aware of bullshit and rejects it. I love her.

I was at a little girl’s birthday party yesterday, about to nom on some peanut candy, when my sister said informed me that plants are living creatures, and I should not be eating them.

It was a casual conversation, so I didn’t say anything besides, “Oh, did I say that? When did I?”

Then when I got home, I had an urge to use try out a different CMS. And since I was so outraged about what my sister said, I considered making plans to create a website about my veganism.

It turned into me making a vegan FAQ powered by the same old WordPress.

But I’m excited about it!

Vegan vegan »

I have a long list of questions I want to answer. So far, there’s 2, and I quite like them.

Yay!

My host, Holdfire, was doing stuff with my server, causing downtime. But I’m back now!

I didn’t do anything amazingsupercoolawesome during the downtime.

On Saturday, I went to Panera Bread with my sister. I love the black bean soup in a sourdough bread bowl. My sister found a dandelion and made a wish that they wouldn’t be serving it that day, and guess what? It came true. Sad. I ate garden vegetable soup in a sourdough bread bowl instead.

And on Sunday was my sister’s (same one) birthday. She’s 15 now, and I almost cried from happiness a few times. Family is damn important.

Oh, and out of boredom, I added content to here. Check it out! There’s a writing page now!