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Double Chocolate Banana Bread (Erica’s Sweet Tooth)

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Double Chocolate Banana Bread (Erica’s Sweet Tooth)

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Chocolate Cake with Chocolate Buttercream Frosting

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Chocolate Cake with Chocolate Buttercream Frosting

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avocado salsa.

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avocado salsa.

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My Parents are Dead and My Sister is Disabled 

congalineofdurin:

cockismybusiness:

team—wolverine:

therealbarbielifts:

eisforedna:

On May 28th, my sister, Edna, turned 31.

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Her mental age is about three years old. She loves Winnie the Pooh, Beauty & the Beast, and Sesame Street. Even though the below picture is unconvincing. 

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Edna and “Cookie.” I think she was trying to play it cool. 

My name is Jeanie. I’m Edna’s younger sister. I’m also her guardian and caregiver. 

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That’s me on the left. (Hey, you never know. After a year of writing a blog about online dating - Jeanie Does the Internet - I’ve come to learn that there are A LOT of fools on the internet.) 

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ANYWAY, I’m not “doing the internet” anymore. I’m taking care of Edna full-time, after completing my MFA in Writing for Screen & Television at USC.

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May 16, 2014. I wanted a picture. Edna wanted breakfast.

In case you’re wondering where our parents are, they’re dead. Our mom died of breast cancer when she was just 33. 

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Us with mom before she died. (Obviously.)

As for our dad, he peaced-out around the time my mom got sick. His loss - we’re awesome. 

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Here we are being awesome at the beach. Pushing a wheelchair in the sand? Not so awesome. 

In case you’re wondering “What’s wrong?” with my sister - as a stranger once asked me on the street  -  NOTHING. Yes, Edna has a rare form of epilepsy - Lennox-Gastaut syndrome - but I don’t know if that’s anymore “wrong” than people who don’t have manners. 

Basically, Edna was born “normal,” and started having seizures as a baby. They eventually got so bad that they cut off the oxygen to her brain, causing her to be mentally disabled. Or impaired. Or intellectually disabled. Or whatever you want to call it - except “retarded,” because in 2010, President Obama signed Rosa’s Law into effect, replacing that word with “intellectually impaired.” 

Which is cool and all, but services for the disabled and the people who care for them are SEVERELY LACKING. Also, there’s a bunch of people working in taxpayer-funded positions who are supposed to help families like us, but don’t. (Big surprise, I know.) They just fill out paperwork (whenever they feel like it) with asinine statements like this: 

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YUP. I transport my sister down the stairs in her wheelchair, because that is not only safe, but TOTALLY PRACTICAL. Why doesn’t everyone in a wheelchair just take the stairs, for God’s sake? Stop being so lazy, PEOPLE WITHOUT WORKING LEGS! 

But, as it says above, Edna’s legs do work. Whether or not she wants them to, is another story. 

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Edna refusing to go inside. 

These are the stairs that I have to carry her up - by myself - on a daily basis. That is, until one of my legs break and both of us are just sitting at the bottom of the stairs, helpless. 

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For six months, I have begged - BEGGED - the State of California to help my sister, which they are required by law - The Lanterman Act specifically - to do so. But they’ve told me “these things take time” and that I “need to amend my expectations.” (That was said to me when I refused to place Edna at AN ALL-MALE CARE FACILITY. Because yes, that was an “option” that was offered to me.) 

Prior to Edna moving in with me in my one-bedroom apartment, she was living with her amazing caregiver, Gaby, back in Tucson, where we went to high school and I did my undergrad. Edna’s reppin’ the Wildcats below. 

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But back in November, Gaby also died from breast cancer. (FUCK YOU, BREAST CANCER!) This picture was taken a month before she died. She never even told me she was sick because she didn’t want me to worry. 

By the way, we were raised by our grandma. Edna and her were very close.

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She’s dead, too. Surprise.

She died when I was 20 and Edna was 21. That’s when I became Edna’s legal guardian and Gaby stepped into the picture to help me out with Edna. 

So, six months ago, after Gaby died, I moved Edna to California, where I tried to get the folks over at The Frank D. Lanterman Regional Center to help me. I’ve told them I’m worried about our safety - that one of us could get hurt on the stairs -  I’ve told them I can’t afford to pay the private babysitters $15/hour because the ones social services sent me who make $9/hour were unreliable (they didn’t show up on time or at all so I could get to school and work), untrustworthy (one of them let Edna go to the bathroom in the kitchen and then took her into the bathroom because “that what I thought I was supposed to do.”) 

But the people over at the FLRC don’t return my calls, they don’t file the paperwork on time - and the first caseworker that was assigned to us actually LAUGHED AT my sister when he came to our home to evaluate her. When I reported him to his supervisor, she told me, “That’s just [insert name of said jackass].” 

He was one of the two caseworkers that contributed to the report I mentioned above, which also included this: 

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So let me get this straight - I have to feed, bathe, dress and help Edna in the bathroom and you can’t deduce whether or not she is able to vote? What in the fuck?!

Now I realize I seem angry. And you can bet your balls I am. I’m also sad. Sad for those who don’t have family to stick up from them and who waste away God knows where, monitored by no one. Or monitored by people who physically and sexually assault them

I’m also sad for the caregivers who are SO EXHAUSTED - trying to take care of their loved ones - while also trying to take care of themselves and battling a system that is supposed to help, but does nothing of the sort. And I know a lot of people give up. They let their dreams, their marriages, their friendships slide. All while trying not to resent the very person you’re doing it all for.

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Edna wanted to sit next to me the other day while I was writing. Clearly, she’s not impressed. 

Here’s the thing: I REFUSE TO GIVE UP. I’M NOT GIVING UP ON HER OR MYSELF. I’m going to pursue my dreams while taking care of her, AND while ensuring that the people paid to do their jobs ACTUALLY do them.

That’s where you come in. I need you to help me get my story out there. Because I know I’m not alone in this. I want to connect with families who are in similar situations and also show people who have no idea what it’s like to care for someone with a disability (or even a loved one who is sick) that it can be rewarding. Super fucking hard. Exhausting. Painful. Isolating. But, rewarding. 

I’m going to get help for my sister - and others. My hope is that by sharing our story, I can bring awareness to the lack of services and help for the disabled. 

Thank you, 

Jeanie 

Facebook:  facebook.com/eisforedna

Twitter: @EisforEdna 

This made me cry

SIGNAL BOOST

STOP SCROLLING. THIS PERSON ISN’T ASKING FOR MONEY AND THIS POST WON’T MAKE YOU SAD.

This is a really uplifting and inspirational story of a family sticking by each other and making things work despite a whole lot of shit

They just want to find other people in the same position they are, for a sense of community and to feel like they aren’t alone.

I know out of all of you, some of you have followers who are living with and taking care of intellectually or emotionally disabled family members, and this lovely and unbreakable pair of sisters need to find them.

SIGNAL BOOOOOOOOOST

#signal boost

famaululat:

NEED HOME(S) FOR KITTENS IN FLORIDA

Well, it’s time. 

As most of my followers know, I’ve been raising these two lil kittens since they were born (and chronicling their life under this tag ) and now it’s time for me to start looking for forever homes for them. 

While I cannot feasibly keep them throughout their lives, I’m going to be incredibly picky about who they go to and can afford to care for them until I find suitable homes. They would be free to a loving home, though I am considering charging some sort of vetting fee that would only cover their spay/neuter and set of vaccinations at the lowest cost I could find. I would take them myself and provide receipts/invoice of the vetting.  

I’m looking for homes that could:

-(Preferably) adopt them together, though they would be fine in separate homes as well

-Keep them indoor only with supervised outdoor time (they’re harness trained for a reason)

-Provide a safe home with no cat-aggressive cats/dogs/people

-Provide regular/as needed veterinary care (and flea control!)

-Keep them at a reasonable weight (TRUST ME you don’t want a diabetic senior cat if it’s at all preventable) 

-Love them unconditionally for the next 10-18 years of their lives. 

If you are not confident that you can absolutely do these things that’s okay, but these kittens are not for you. 

Interested? Here are some things you should know:

-Hazel is the tortoiseshell female, Badger is the mostly black male. They respond to their names.

-They really like napping anywhere near/on top of people.

-They’re litter trained.

-They’re harness trained (though they’re still a tad small for store-bought harnesses and the outside is still a scary place most of the time. We’re working on it).

-They’ve grown up with other cats and dogs and while wary of them, have no issues with dogs

-I’m going to require they be spayed/neutered before/asap after adoption.

-I have all of their vet records and will provide copies to whomever adopts them.

-They’ve been de-wormed (Pyrantel Pamoate) and treated for coccidia (Albon/Marquis paste) and had their first fvrcp booster at 8 weeks, two days. 

-I work as a vet tech and will be more than willing to help you out with any questions about their vetting/health before/after adoption.

-They’ve been on blue buffalo wilderness/purina pro plan dry kitten kibble and a mix of the occasional science diet/iams/purina pro plan wet kitten food since being weaned. 

-They’d come with any toys/towels/food/litter I have for them. 

-I’m looking for adopters in the Central Florida area (that is where I am), though I’d be willing to drive an hour or two out of the way for the right home. 

-I don’t want to stick in any return/refund clause, but if for any reason after adoption things just aren’t working out, please contact me before re-homing them and I’ll take them back. Within a reasonable amount of time I will also refund any money associated with their spay/neuter.

I’ve had these guys since day one. They were dropped off in a shoe box at work with their umbilical cords still attached. They were so weak they couldn’t even eat. They most likely never had any of their mother’s milk, so their immune systems aren’t as great as they could be (hence the strictly indoor stipulation). They had to be tube-fed for the first two weeks of their lives. They’ve survived horrible bacterial infections and never once gave up. I have held Hazel in my hands as her body was trying desperately not to shut down. I have syringe-fed her 3cc of formula at a time every hour, on the hour, day and night, for three days. They’ve been poked with more needles than most adult humans. And they’re alive and healthy and happy and deserve the best homes I can find. 

I am an individual person using my personal funds to care for these kittens. I am not a rescue group and am not directly affiliated with one. I will make no monetary profit in this. 

Questions? Want more information? Know anyone who might be interested? Feel free to contact me at lr.rogers@hotmail.com (put something about kittens in the subject).

Any reblogs would be greatly appreciated! Thank you!

#signal boost


allison schulnik

allison schulnik

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pursuable:

Kevin Cooley
Iceland, 2012

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notalwaysluminous:

Or… even change “birth control” to “blood transfusions” or anything a religion might oppose that a Christian male might conceivably need someday.

notalwaysluminous:

Or… even change “birth control” to “blood transfusions” or anything a religion might oppose that a Christian male might conceivably need someday.
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thissideofburritos:

cosima + 13

thissideofburritos:

cosima + 13

#orphan black #art #queue

lil-sestra:

Sexy, right?

lil-sestra:

Sexy, right?

#orphan black #art #queue

violentnewcontinent:

weneeddiversebooks:

Sure, #weneeddiversebooks so that my future kids know they can be heroes…
…but we also need diverse books so that white readers know my kids can be heroes, too.

violentnewcontinent:

weneeddiversebooks:

Sure, #weneeddiversebooks so that my future kids know they can be heroes…

…but we also need diverse books so that white readers know my kids can be heroes, too.

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