Office For The Blind

...is that most Americans are against it, I think the problem is most Americans don't care enough about it. And how can you blame them, they won't be affected by it, so why should they care? Most Americans are heterosexual and products of the baby boomer era. The Republican idea of lower taxes appeals to them, and I can't blame them on this either, I have Republican tendencies when it comes to taxes as well. The problem is they vote Republicans to office blind to the issues of gay rights. What needs to be done is to educate people on our positions and our causes. We need a national presentation of what gay rights are and why they need to be legalized. So that more Americans can understand what we're fighting for. And even though I can't predict this, I would bet most would hold the belief, let them do what they want, I could care less really. Perhaps not on marriage, but on unions at least.
On religion, let's face it. Most Americans were raised religious, but fewer attend church as the days go on. They really don't care what the Bible says, they just believe there is a God etc. They are too busy for church, etc.
On Religion, I'm mostly talking the products of the baby boomer's here. Which makes up a large amount of America's voters. Sure there are tons of Americans who attend church, but more have separated themselves from church because they see it as unnecessary in their lives.

I don't see the problem either. Divorce is so common I think that the "sanctity of marriage" that depriving gays of marriage rights preserves is already a myth. There might be repercussions in tax law, but who really cares? The impact would be so negligible considering the magnitude of the US budget it's just another excuse for homophobia.

2007-09-03 16:05:53 by Viktor-Ron Paul 2008!!

(David:) I spoke to her on the phone. Seemed nice. Feel a bit sick, really. Not nerves. Excitement. Not sexual. She's wearing a white chiffon ...

I am thinking about switching OB/Gyn's im 26 (almost 27) weeks pregnant but I have no clue how to switch and dont have any info on any other dr out there. I dont want to go into another dr office blind, not be happy, and switch again.. My current dr I'm just getting really unhappy with. My last pregnancy I had twins and LOVED my dr's, they sold their practice and my current dr is the one who bought it. She is a younger dr, who at first I liked but I feel she runs her practice not like a dr, she runs it based on her insurance, what is best for her insurance and not for her patient. I have many things to make me think this way and I can not imagine seeing her the rest of my pregnancy, i do not feel she has my best interest in mind at all. (some things recently happened) I also would like to explore the possibility of a VBAC and she is opposed to them because, as she said, her "insurance prefers she does not do them". All in all I would like to switch doctors but I have no clue how to go about switching. I wish i had friends or someone who could give me a recommendation but I dont. I actually feel bad i referred my friend (who is 25 weeks pregnant) to this dr cause her previous dr was horrible and she also is not happy either (granted she said its a lot better then the other dr).. anyways.. how many of you have switched and how did you do it? did you tell your current dr or did you just have a new office call and deal with getting your records? That was another thing, this dr bought my previous dr's practice but yet they told me to have the dr review my file from my last pregnancy i would have to pay $25! how is that possible, she owns those files!..

How did you decided what other dr to go to?

You need to call doctors first and see if they will take you! I know this sounds insane, but I was denied over and over. My doctor was a witch and made me cry all the time - She made me feel horrible about myself! I would be sad going to the doctor for fear of her yelling at me about my weight. I was a healthy weight when I got pregnant and I had one month where I gained too much (3lbs extra)...it was the second month and I had gained more because I could only keep down carbs...so I ate crackers and ginerale all day. Anyways the last straw was when she yelled at me for gaining 5 lbs instead of 4 after Christmas. Anyways I said screw this I need to have a doctor I love. So I asked for all my records and left...oh then I started calling doctors and no one would take me! I was 20 weeks pregnant with no doctor. THey said it was a liability and it was office policy not to take anyone who was already seeing another doctor!!! The only reason a doctor finally took me was because I wrote a letter of explanation and I told her who the doctor was (DR. SHEBA GABRAIL - Irvine CA) anyways...she knew who she was and said "Oh honey I know this doctor and I'll take you!) After speaking to more people I found out she made nurses who just called over to her office cry...scary lady. You need to be happy and comfortable...but don't tell her you're leaving until you can get a new one.

GOOD LUCK!!!

2008-11-12 08:58:17 by Mommy of Twins girls and 6mo Boy

My wife is also active duty but about to start terminal leave in about 6 months. I had gotten out because my time was up before hers and I re-enlisted I would have taken K-9 orders and been sent overseas again, and we would have had to send our daughter away because both of us basically being deployed at the same time and we had enough of that. Well I'd like to join the air force and wanted to ask some of you any details I should know before going and messing with a recruiter.

I made E-5 before getting out but never put it on because I started terminal before the results came out. Not really worried about this pretty sure I'm SOL on that. Just giving some background. I was a Master-At-Arms (Military Police)

Wanted to know anything that would be helpful and things like are they wanting prior service for that rating and really anything so I'm not walking into their office blind. thanks ahead of time
Oh and I'm am Rec code I

You can always see a recruiter and try, but.... the air force has so many more applicants than they need to meet their demands, that they haven't taken any prior service for a long time. They make their enlistment numbers by leaps and bounds just with new recruits... and they don't like muddying their waters with soldiers/sailors/marines who might come in and bring some rough language with them!

2009-04-22 05:49:25 by Matt

Tell me what you think! And be honest! Helpful tips are appreciated!

---Some girls long for attention. I was not one of those girls. So when I walked into the Grand Hall of my new "home away from home," Barrington Academy, and saw a room full of guys go silent and watch me as I made my way to the administrative office across the room, my first reaction was to turn around and run. Of course, I couldn't do that without looking like an idiot, so I chose option number two. Keep walking. Don't make eye contact. I tried my best to walk with confidence and poise. Well, as much confidence and poise a girl could have when carrying a duffle bag and rolling two suitcases. I was struggling.
---The Grand Hall was true to its name. It was huge, and right then I hated that fact. The room was filled with tables, couches, and chairs; and as I passed by a different group of boys, their reaction was the same. Silent and staring hard at me, like I was some kind of alien to them. If this would have been a room full of girls, most of them would be filling each other in on how their summer had been. But the looks on the guys’ faces and the change in the school from being all an all boys’ boarding school to coed told me summer memories were the last thing on the guys’ mind.
---Why had my mother forced me to go to Boarding School? More importantly, why did she drop me off at the door, and then leave me to fend for myself? Granted, I was sixteen, but still! My mother was too preoccupied with her job as a publicist to worry about me. That's the way things had always been. But until last year, my dad had always been around to do the things mom was too busy to worry about. I pushed that thought aside, knowing I couldn’t think about that.
---As I opened the door to what I hoped was the administrative office, I let out a breath I didn't know I'd been holding. Closing the door behind, I could feel the eyes still on me. "Good morning!" a lady in a black suit said to me in a sing-song voice. I smiled awkwardly and dropped my bags onto the floor. The administrative office was small, with a dark cedar counter that separated me from the woman, and one dark cedar desk with a computer and phone in the back corner of the room. "Oh dear, you poor child. Carrying all of that luggage yourself. When you go to your room, we'll have one of the boys help you." Oh, goody. "I'm Mrs. Porter, student counselor. You can come to me with any questions you have. What's your name?" she asked while looking at a sheet of names. Her blonde hair was pulled back in a tight bun, and I couldn’t help but think that she looked much older than she probably was.
---"Eleanor Roberts" I replied. She looked at the list through her reading glasses then nodded her head.
---"Yes, Eleanor Roberts, 15A," she read on the paper. "You're roommates should be already up there. Eager to meet you I'm sure!" She handed me a folder, and went over the schedule the rest of the day. I didn't bother telling her I had already memorized the schedule for the day as well as the schedule for all of my classes. I figured most students didn't normally do that before classes started. "Stay here, Eleanor, I'll be right back," she said as she opened the office door to the Grand Hall. I could see her walking towards a group of boys, and I faintly heard her talking. "Mr. Walker, come help this young lady with her bags, please," she said as she pointed to the office. Through the office blinds and the window open to the Grand Hall, I couldn't make out which boy she was talking to. I was still looking through the blinds when I heard Mrs. Porter come back into the office. I jumped away from the blinds and ran straight into someone behind me.
---“Sorry,” I say turning around to see a guy, who I assumed was the Mr. Walker Mrs. Porter had been talking to. He didn’t say anything as we stared at each other, him practically towering over me, for what felt like minutes. His brown hair hit just at the nape of his neck, and his blue eyes didn’t look away from mine. A shiver ran up my spine, and I felt my cheeks redden.
---“Mr. Walker will help you with your belongings, Eleanor,” Mrs. Porter said, causing me to look away from his blue eyes and back to reality. I winced at the sound of my name. I absolutely hated when people called me Eleanor. Everyone back home called me Ellie. “See you at supper!” she called to me as she walked back out into the Grand Hall to snatch a paper plane out of the hands of a redheaded boy who looked to be around thirteen. Walker guy picked up my duffle bag and one of the rolling suitcases with ease and started down the hallway. I picked up the other suitcase and had no choice but to follow.
---“I’m Ellie,” I told him as we walked down the hall. The noise of the boys from the Grand Hall grew softer and softer until all I could hear was our footsteps. The hall we walked down was where most of the classrooms were. I had taken a tour of the school earlier in the summer with my moth
It's not supposed to be moth. i didn't know it cut off the rest of the answer.... "I had taken a tour of the school earlier in the summer with my mother, so I knew where everything was fairly well. We had a week before classes started, so no one had to wear the uniforms today, which I was thankful for until I saw how badly I’d dressed. Walker guy was wearing jeans, a navy blue polo, and brown flip flops; his brown hair looked almost perfect. My dark brown hair, on the other hand, was flat, as usual, so I didn’t even bother trying to fix it today. I was wearing jeans and my dad’s old green jacket. My mom didn’t understand why I wore it so much, and I never felt the need to tell her. Wearing the jacket made me feel like he was still here, like nothing change when in fact everything had. I could still smell the aftershave he used to wear. Wearing the jacket just made him feel close. How could I explain all of that to my mother when she was never around?

That was really good, but a few tips, "Walker guy..." no change that. and the last sentence should be mom instead of moth right? Other than that it was good. I would love to read more, so Good Luck!
I apologize for that.You are a wonderful writer and I would love to read even more I am officially hooked.

2009-11-05 14:49:29 by C

I'm just starting on a story, and I would like to see what people think of it. If you have any tips, contructive critisicm, ect, I would be more than happy to hear. And be honest! Thanks!
"""Some girl's long for attention. I, however, was not one of those girls. So when I walk into the Grand Hall of my new "home away from home," Barrington Academy, and see a room full of guys go silent and watch me as I make my way to the administrative office across the room, my first reaction was to turn around and run. Of course, I couldn't do that without looking like an idiot, so I chose option number two. Keep walking. Don't make eye contact. I tried my best to walk with confidence and poise. Well, as much confidence and poise a girl could have when carrying a duffle bag and rolling two suitcases. I was struggling.
The Grand Hall was true to its name. It was huge, and right then I hated that fact. The room was filled with tables, couches, and chairs; and as I passed by a different group of boys, their reaction was the same. Silent and staring hard at me, like I was some kind of alien to them. If this would have been a room full of girls, most of them would be filling each other in on how their summer had been. But the looks on the guys’ faces and the change in the school from being all an all boys’ boarding school to coed told me summer memories were the last thing on the guys’ mind.
Why had my mother forced me to go to Boarding School? More importantly, why did she drop me off at the door, and then leave me to fend for myself? Granted, I was sixteen, but still! My mother was too preoccupied with her job as a publicist to worry about me. That's the way things had always been. But until last year, my dad had always been around to do the things mom was too busy to worry about. I pushed that thought aside, knowing I couldn’t think about that.
As I opened the door to what I hoped was the administrative office, I let out a breath I didn't know I'd been holding. Closing the door behind, I could feel the eyes still on me. "Good morning!" a lady in a black suit said to me in a sing-song voice. I smiled awkwardly and dropped my bags onto the floor. The administrative office was small, with a dark cedar counter that separated me from the woman, and one dark cedar desk with a computer and phone in the back corner of the room. "Oh dear, you poor child. Carrying all of that luggage yourself. When you go to your room, we'll have one of the boys help you." Oh, goody. "I'm Mrs. Porter, student counselor. You can come to me with any questions you have. What's your name?" she asked while looking at a sheet of names. Her blonde hair was pulled back in a tight bun, and I couldn’t help but think that she looked much older than she probably was.
"Eleanor Roberts" I replied. She looked at the list through her reading glasses then nodded her head.
"Yes, Eleanor Roberts, 15A," she read on the paper. "You're roommates should be already up there. Eager to meet you I'm sure!" She handed me a folder, and went over the schedule the rest of the day. I didn't bother telling her I had already memorized the schedule for the day as well as the schedule for all of my classes. I figured most students didn't normally do that before classes started. "Stay here, Eleanor, I'll be right back," she said as she opened the office door to the Grand Hall. I could see her walking towards a group of boys, and I faintly heard her talking. "Mr. Walker, come help this young lady with her bags, please," she said as she pointed to the office. Through the office blinds and the window open to the Grand Hall, I couldn't make out which boy she was talking to. I was still looking through the blinds when I heard Mrs. Porter come back into the office. I jumped away from the blinds and ran straight into someone behind me.
“Sorry,” I say turning around to see a guy, who I assumed was the Mr. Walker Mrs. Porter had been talking to. He didn’t say anything as we stared at each other for what felt like minutes. His brown hair hit just at the nape of his neck, and his blue eyes didn’t look away from mine. A shiver ran up my spine, and I felt my cheeks redden.

It's well written. Of course there is always room for improvement.

Some girl's long for attention...Should be 'girls'.
I, however, was not one of those girls...You could leave out 'however'.

So when I walk into the Grand Hall of my new "home away from home," Barrington Academy, and see a room full of guys go silent and watch me as I make my way to the administrative office across the room, my first reaction was to turn around and run...You changed from present tense "I walk...see..." to past "my first reaction was..."
(too long to critique all)

2009-11-02 19:20:09 by C