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Women’s roles in America. The other day I was listening to an interview on CNN radio. It’s all well and good that we’ve cracked the glass ceiling, but what are we going to do about it. When are we going to start changing some workplace cultures? It was a great discussion.
The US is the only industrialized country that does not offer paid maternity leave. In fact, the maternity leave that is offered is several months less than most other developed nations. The government has no way to track the people that use FMLA (family leave – unpaid up to 12 weeks). When is our government going to realize the importance of maternity and paternity leave and make it government paid and longer?
How can I get involved in this fight? Any ideas? Claire is now 6 weeks old and it breaks my heart to think that if I was in a different economic situation, I’d have to go back to work next week.

whose entries are no longer showing for me. I’m not sure how this can happen unless this person blocked me. I’m sad because I’ve known this person on this sight for over 3 years. I’m disappointed because I wasn’t even told why and I’m imagining how I could have offended. Was I too negative and grumpy during my pregancy? A little too snippy one day? Really rude and didn’t realize it.

I’m sorry if I hurt or offended. Please let me know if I can right a wrong.

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about the quiet of the house first thing in the morning. I’m looking through the posts of the people I’ve come to think of as friends. They are supportive and thoughtful. I’m clean from the shower, drinking my water, and feeling the baby in me wake up. She’s stretching and making her presence known. There’s a daddy-long-legs spider in the corner minding his own business, so I’ll let him stay. There are bills on the desk, but we have the money to pay them. My son and My husband are both comfortably asleep in bed.

In a few minutes, I’ll get up and get ready for work. It’s a good job, even though I wish it were something else. It will hurt to walk today because the baby is causing sciatic issues. I will loose my cool several times today because that is my problem lately. But at the end of the day, when I pick Andrew up, he will run to me and shout “MOMMY” and give me the biggest smile and hug.

Life is good.

Life is good.

So I had to really thin out my subscriptions. I feel bad doing this because I love all of the enteries, but I just don’t have time anymore. Love you all.

It snuck up on me this time. The clocks get turned ahead this sunday. So, do I try to gradually prepare Andrew for it by waking him up a little earlier every morning, or do I give in to my laziness and enjoy sleeping in on the weekend? I know he’ll be unhappy when I wake him up on Monday morning, but sleeping in on Sunday sounds nice!

I just found out that a coworker in another office too a buyout. I’ve covetted his job for years and would love to work in that office. I called around and they are moving this new guy over from one of the other suburbs. I’M GOING TO BE STUCK HERE FOREVER!

I also got a call from an employee of an old boss. I’m mentioned this opportunity before to start a new trust service center at a different bank. They are waiting until now to call me?!? Their stock price is $0.80/share and they are a tiny bank with much more risk of failure than my bank. If I joined now, I wouldn’t qualify for paid maternity leave much less FMLA (guaranteeing they’d hold my job for 12 weeks maternity leave). Why is my timing so bad – I mean their timing? I’M GOING TO BE STUCK HERE FOREVER.

I’m greatful to have a job. I’m greatful to have a job. I’m greatful to have a job.

There was a very large settlement of Polish Immigrants in Detroit that have contributed to much of our culture. One of the favorite contributions is Paczki Day! (known to others as Fat Tuesday)

Paczki trip over the tongue, melt in mouth
Francis X. Donnelly / The Detroit News
For something they can’t spell or pronounce, Metro Detroiters are crazy about paczki.

The Paczki Express Bakery Bus Tour was Saturday. This morning, a band called the Polish Muslims will sing odes to paczki in a Hamtramck bar.

It may be the only doughnut with its own parade.

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But paczki (pronounced POONCH-key) are no ordinary Polish pastries.

They’re hulking softball-sized slabs of deep-fried dough filled with jelly or custard, not to mention 420 calories and 25 grams of fat.

In other words, heaven.

“I love them, probably too much,” said Sue Everitt, 48, of Warren, after buying a dozen from New Palace Bakery in Hamtramck. “Hopefully my friends will eat them before I do.”

By the end of today, Paczki Day, it will seem like everyone in southeastern Michigan will have eaten one, or four, of the saintly orbs.

That may sound like a lot of lard, but this is how the region celebrates the coming of Lent.

What began as a Catholic tradition has spread to other groups. Call them the Religious Order of Sweets Lovers.

In Poland, Catholics made the doughnuts as they emptied their cupboards of lard, eggs and fruit before the start of Lent, a 40-day period of fasting before Easter.

When the Polish immigrated to Detroit in the early 1900s, they brought dessert with them.

By the 1980s, paczki were so popular here that they moved from the shelves of Polish bakeries to other pastry shops and supermarkets.

In coming to America, the Poles often replaced Irish immigrants in low-skilled jobs.

Now they’re hoping Paczki Day will join St. Patrick’s Day as a feast day that draws attention to a nationality

Some of the drama that visited me two years ago has come back to haunt a coworker. Some people are toxic…even if they seem like the nicest people in the world. I am actively choosing to not to get involved because I don’t need that drama in my life.

When did you tell your boss about your pregnancy and how did you keep it a secret until then.

I’m sitting here very determined not to lose my lunch, but I’m about ready to blurt out the news. I’m only 7 weeks, though. Remember that I don’t have the worlds best boss, either. I know I should keep it a secret, but I’d like to tell the news, too. What did you do?

PS I will be going back to work after I have the baby.

I told a friend that I couldn’t go out with her the other weekend because I was pg and they were going to be in a smoky bar. Erin must have told my old sorority sister and she mentioned it on my facebook wall!! I have family that see that!! We weren’t going to say anything yet. I’m only 6-7 weeks along. Shit. Why do some people not realize that it is not thier news to share?! Now I’m worried someone will tell my parents before I can.