Friday, January 11, 2013

UN treaty thoughts

Several weeks ago there was a big hullaballoo about a UN treaty on disability rights that was being voted on by our nation. We vetoed it, even though many Republicans such as John McCain and Bob Dole heavily supported it. I follow Rick Santorum on Facebook, and he adamantly opposed it. I'm not going to repeat some of the things he wrote, but it had me very concerned.

Yesterday Bobby received a copy of the New Mobility magazine, which we've never paid for, never ordered, tried to cancel, and yet we still keep getting it. The editor had some very rude and scathing things to say about Republicans, the south, and the biased hatred among people who opposed this bill.

So I did what I should have done several months ago. I spent forever trying to hunt this treaty down (would you believe NO news media, pro or con,  had a link to it?!) and see what it said for myself. The more we're around politics, the more I find even "good" people distort what documents actually say to bolster their own points of views.

After skimming the 37 page document, and reading some pages very closely, here's what I found:

  • There's no mention of home-schooling in it anywhere. (Opponents claimed it would prevent disabled kids from being home-schooled.) What it DID mention was that children with disabilities should not be locked away in institutions without the same access to activities and educations other children have, and that educational opportunities, including lifeskills training, should be offered to them.
  • Technology should be made both affordable and adaptable to people with disabilities whenever possible. (Found it interesting that this wasn't talked about much here. For those of you who know me, you've heard my rants on how each "upgrade" in computers and cell phones make these items more inaccessible to my husband and how finding a cell phone he can operate is almost impossible now.)
  • There's no national/international list or database required in this treaty. The only information even slightly resembling this was that statistics to collect information, such as statistical and research data, to help formulate policies, and that such data would be confidential and and any information collected must protect individual freedoms and adhere to ethical prinicples. That's not the same thing as a national list or database of disabled people.
  • There was one reference to the Bill of Children's Rights, which always concerns me. While I do think as individual creations of God children have the God-given right to think and make decisions, nowhere does that right supersede the right of the authority, whether it be parental or governmental, that God has placed over them. As children mature, they should be consulted about their thoughts on medical treatments and such, but children alone do not have the capabilities of making the sole decision concerning their well-being.

The one thing that bothered me, and I'm sure bothered many Republicans, is that the signing of such legislation places the country under the governances of the United Nations. Once you sign the treaty, you agree to begin implementing its policies within 6 months, subject yourself to oversight should a citizen or another country complain, and if complaints are not adequately addressed, but subject to a visit by the UN Protocal of that division. Decide you no longer want to be a part of the group or treaty? Write a letter, and a year after its received you can quit adhering to it.  A year. That totally astounds me. When you quit, you quit. A year's notice to stop adhering to something or removing yourself from a boss? That seems a bit overkill to me.

In my personal opinion, if politicians were truly concerned with helping people with disabilities, they would address the problems in our nation that we have instead of worrying about our neighbors. Enforce the ADA and make every apartment complex have a certain percentage of accessible housing. Make accessible house plans more readily available. Require companies to provide at LEAST one cell phone or computer that is designed to be used by people with impaired mobility. Enforce the ADA requirments on sidewalks and curb cuts, on parking, on seating at venues. Put some teeth to our laws. If it's illegal to park in a handicap zone, then provide a policeman or department we can call every week when it happends. If it's illegal in the US to not offer handicap seating at plays and theaters and movies, then have someone to enforce that. Saying something is illegal is worthless if every time we call a theater we are told we can only purchase two seats in handicap seating when there are three or four people in our group. Laws are only as good as their enforcement. Movie theaters that offer one seating option, where your head is titled at a 60 degree angle to see the screen, are not ADA compliant, and yet no one requires them to change. And I could go on and on and on and on.

Do I agree with placing ourselves under the auspices of the UN? No. But the UN Disability treaty was not the horrible document Republicans made it out to be. And if we're really concerned with disabilities and the rights of people, we won't need a UN treaty to make things better here.
 

Thursday, January 10, 2013

3 steps forward, 2 steps back

Yesterday's class:

Successes:                                                    Failures:
Learned a new technique                             Killed my sewing machine
Used a new store model                               Am now REALLY wanting a new one
Have a good beginning on a quilt                Can't sew anything at home until repairs are made

I've spent some time online researching possible fixes to my machine, and have finally decided to take it somewhere to be serviced. Depending on options and cost, I may have it repaired (if that's a possibility), but I'm also researching machines that will actually quilt (and no, not the longarms, we've already ruled that out). There is a big possibility that the problem with my machine is that I'm pushing it to do things it wasn't created to do. I may be able to have it repaired and use it for basic sewing and get something that I used just for quilting. We'll see.

Meanwhile, today is Bobby's birthday. I think I was able to surprise him this morning, and we're going out for supper with his Mom tonight. I had planned a big meal in my mind, but this cold has me somewhat brain-dead and I've not organized our schedule this week very well. He was gracious about it, and told me he'd gladly take a rain check when I was feeling better. I'm hoping this is the last week of this.

So quilt-wise 2013 is off to a very bizarre start. I've finished one quilt-top, started another, and hurt my sewing machine. And now I'm off to google repairmen in the area.

Tuesday, January 8, 2013

fabric day

Well, looks like Blogger has removed the option of uploading pictures from your computer or camera, so I may not be able to upload photos of a recently finished quilt top or fabric I'm adding to my stash (or hoard, as Bobby likes to call it).

Today I'm joining two other quilting buddies at a quilt shop in North Raleigh for a quilting class. I've seen these quilts at shows where both the front and the back of the quilt are pieced (as opposed to the front being a design and the back being one large piece of fabric), but could never quite figure out how they did that without a LOT of trouble and painstaking work. This class teaches how to do that, and it's supposed to be a simple process. I'm a little nervouse about the whole thing as I'm not totally sold on the whole "quilt as you go" fad. I have one quilt my Grandmother made me that was quilted in pieces and then sewn together, and of all the quilts I own it's the most fragile one I have. I no longer use it for fear it won't hold up much longer. But I'm hoping with machine quilting and an experienced teacher talking me through (my Grandmother self-taught herself through books), I'm hoping I might have a better result. Regardless, it will be fun.

And if you've ever wondered how the designs on quilt fabric comes to be, one of my favorite fabric producers has an interview with one of their designers. I've actually bought a good bit of her fabric (and one of her Christmas lines was on back order at 2 different stores in our area forever!), and was thrilled to actually read a little bit about her.

Happy sewing!

Monday, January 7, 2013

game night

Tonight's the big game. Bobby's nephew is a fan of Notre Dame and he will be pulling for the Fighting Irish. I challenged him to join me at his Dad's house to watch the game, but he hasn't taken me up on the offer. Nevertheless, my brother-in-law has graciously agreed to let us invade his house for the evening to watch the game. Granted, the game starts late, we're not late night people, and both he and Bobby have to be up early in the morning, but I'm a little excited about getting to watch the game AND getting to watch it on a large screen. :) Time will tell how much of it we actually stay to watch.

Bobby likes to laugh that I'm not a true Alabama fan. The reality is, I'm not a big sports fan period. But when you hear people talk about football 90% of the time, it does become a way of life. Growing up, I always knew the names of most of the players, not because I watched the games, but from listening to the gazillion conversations around me. Pre-church conversation? Football. After-church conversation? Football. Radio small-talk and jokes? Football. Grocery store conversations? Football. News announcements? Football. Majority of the sports page in the newspaper? Football. Wal-mart displays? Football. So it wasn't hard at all to absorb football growing up.

And now? I watch one - three games a season, and I might learn the names of one or two players. Since people here don't eat, breathe, and sleep football, I don't hear the constant barrage of it. And truthfully, I don't miss that. It's nice hearing about world events or news items that don't pertain to pigskin, sweat, coaching and scandal. I can discuss books or quilting or fishing or non-critical health stuff during football season and not appear as if I have two heads. And then, when it matters, I can watch the game. And tomorrow, when it's all over, everyone here will resume their lives as if nothing happened at all. No wringing of hands or gnashing of teeth, no loud posturing or reliving of EVERY.SINGLE.CALL. It will be a small blip on the news radar, and nothing more. And in my heretical frame of mind, that is as it should be.

So while everyone else is going about their normal life tonight, I'll be eating chocolate chip cookies and drinking Dr. Pepper and screaming "What are you doing?" at the television.

You can take the girl out of Alabama, but you can't take the Bama out of the girl. :)

Roll Tide.



Friday, January 4, 2013

Hard to believe

Last night we were counting days, and it shocked me a little to realize in less than 50 days Bobby will be retired. It seems unreal, exciting, and scary all at the same time. I know life will be very different for both of us once that actually happens, but with some of the health issues he's faced the last year, I think it's time.
So this week his office is conducting interviews to find his replacement. I've never sat through a lot of interviews in my life, so I can't say what is a common question or proper response. But I think I can honestly say I would never intentionally criticize or offend people on the interview committee. To me that seems counter-productive. Maybe it's because I've only worked in one office environment so I don't understand the brutal opinions bantered around, but somehow I can't see offering a critical opinion on future co-workers/supervisors as a way to gain favor when seeking employment. I imagine that interviewee would probably think of me as a mouse or a doormat, but it doesn't make a whole lot of sense in my way of thinking.
Meanwhile, sometime in the next 7 weeks, we've got an office to clean out, pack up, and unpack at home. And the ride begins...

Wednesday, January 2, 2013

ipod

Before we headed to Alabama for my birthday, I downloaded a few (okay, a LOT) of Christmas music on itunes, and started to load in on my ipod nano. Only it wouldn't work. It wouldn't even turn on. My computer wouldn't recognize it, and I finally got itunes to acknowledge it was there, only to have it tell me my little nano was "corrupt". 

I think it's fair to say I was not pleased. Even though I've had it for several years now, it wasn't cheap. So when we got home from our trip (of which we had to listen to "I'll Be Home for Christmas" at LEAST every hour on the radio), I tried several fixes apple suggested. Still nothing.

Today, I googled it, and tried the suggestion a bunch of kids made on a forum. It worked. (Holding the off/on button for 20 seconds...who'd a thunk it?)

Yes, that sound you thought was thunder was actually me doing my happy dance. I so love google!

Tuesday, January 1, 2013

illuminating moments

Inevitably when two people forge a new life together, they discover things they thought were normal can be perceived as "strange" to others.

We had one of those moments today.

There are many things, whether it be sayings or habits, that make my husband grin and say "Is that a White/Guyton thing or an Alabama thing?"  Sometimes I take to Facebook and find out it's unique to my family. Othertimes friends and family from home respond with "WHAT? You mean people in NC don't say/do that?!?" so we know it's regional.

Since we slept in this morning and had a late breakfast, we had a late lunch, and I decided it needed to be light as well. Turns out my husband has NEVER had a pineapple sandwich. He's never even HEARD of it. Incredible. Absolutely incredible. I guess I've just eaten them when he's been at work.

So after lunch, he googles it, and discovers that it is an Alabama tradition, and not something crazy I made up.

After reading the article, he informed me he didn't get the true deal, because it's not supposed to be on wheat bread. I didn't tell him, but I actually bought him some white bread for his sandwiches this week. Married life is all about compromises, after all. And my parents, when I told them about it, said "You mean you didn't put any cheese on it for him?" 

Maybe one day I'll get it right.

But I'm not going to hold my breath or anything.

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