However...

I truly believe everything I said in my post yesterday.

HOWEVER, there does come a point in time when time DOES matter and you do have to get a move on!

Case in point: This morning. Evan, although in a pretty good mood, lolligagged around, taking his own sweet time about doing every. single. thing., would get upset when I told him he couldn't do something (whatever it may have been) because Mommy has to leave to go to work, blah, blah, etc., I told him (and this, too, is a fault of mine: thinking that a 3-year-old can rationalize just because he's really intelligent) that I have been trying for a long time to get him to hurry and eat or get dressed or whatever, so he can have some extra time to play with this or that (or whatever it was).

I have no idea if any of that even made sense.

But my point is this: Sometimes you DO have to hurry. This is the real world and time does matter. It's all about how you handle things with people. It's a tightrope balancing act...you don't want to push someone else off, but you can't get pushed off either!

Intolerant of the Unnecessary

I have discovered, just within the past few weeks, that I am very intolerant of things that seem unnecessary to me. My intolerance isn't discriminatory. It does not matter who is doing something I find unnecessary - it grates on me anyway.

Today - just this morning, actually - I think I figured out why I have developed this "affliction." And after reading my dear friend's post about her family's choice to educate at home, the relationships and values they want their children to develop, and how very quickly time passes, everything really pulled into focus for me. I am feeling very remorseful for the way I've become - but at the same time, I'm so grateful for the fact that I have finally figured out why I am this intolerant person. Now I need to give myself an attitude adjustment.

Why am I suddenly intolerant of the self-proclaimed unnecessary? Time. I feel so pressed for time every single day in just about everything I do, that if something seems unnecessary to complete a task - or it's something that stands in the way of my completion of a task on my time frame - I get very, very irritated. All I know is I want this done right now. Hurry up. Move. Here...just let me do it and get it over with. And at that exact moment in time, I'm not seeing the "big picture."

Does taking two more minutes in the morning to let Evan "tie" his shoes really affect the outcome of my day? Nope. In fact, taking those two minutes will do nothing but brighten my day - if for no other reason than to see the sunny smile on his face.

Does taking a few extra minutes to listen to Mikel talk about getting angry at the fact that he might have to work a day this weekend - before he deploys on Tuesday - affect how much work I'll get done? Maybe. But who cares? He's my baby...my first born...and he's deploying to Iraq on Tuesday. I should take every. single. minute. I can and enjoy him and even just the sound of his voice. And it means so much to him to know that I am really and truly listening and I really, truly care about what he's saying.

If I "lose" a few extra minutes by taking the extra time to enjoy and love my kids, my husband, my family, my friends, I can take a few extra minutes at the end of the day before I go to bed. Losing those few minutes will actually give me so much more...

I do tend to go out of my way to be as friendly - and tolerant - as I can be to people who aren't closest to me - sometimes more so than I do for those closest to me. I don't want to hurt those people's feelings. Subconsciously I probably take for granted that my loved ones will forgive me and that it's all good... and that's probably true. But hurts - even forgiven ones - leave scars. Our Savior loves us unconditionally and has forgiven us with all his heart - but he still bears the scars. But those scars aren't there to remind him...

I do think that our scars -whether emotional are physical - remind both the injured and injuring.
I certainly don't want to leave anymore scars on my cherished ones. I don't want my loves to feel pain I have inflicted, regardless of how unintentional it may be. I don't want to see the sad eyes or quivering lip or dejected downfall of shoulders or the shuffle off walk...I don't want to wake up in the middle of the night with the remembrance.

Granted, we should treat everyone with God's love and grace. But those who are our real, everlasting, true love relationships, deserve every ounce of love, grace, kindness, patience, respect...everything...we have to give. I know none of us are infallible and we will all make mistakes, make poor choices and decisions and treat even those we love badly sometimes. It can be a tough struggle and balance, as I have so abruptly realized. But I think that if we are truly aware of how valuable our love, relationships and time are, and if we do our very best to behave the way we should, our loves will see, feel and understand that and our mistakes will leave fewer and smaller scars.

Carrots and Broccoli and Bears, Oh My!

I am not a cooked veggie eater. I prefer them raw, or not at all. I don't like the smell, texture or taste of cooked veggies. Well, except green beans, corn and potatoes...although I kinda don't count corn and potatoes as veggies. Anyway, since I don't eat them cooked, I really have no way of knowing if there is a difference in taste in frozen or canned. I know fresh is best (and, again, raw, in my opinion), but sometimes we can't always do that. Apparently there is a difference. And apparently Evan can taste it.

Tonight he had carrots and broccoli (both frozen, but cooked and had butter and even honey, in the case of the carrots) with his chicken. After he ate, he wanted to have the last two cookies that were made last night. He ate all the chicken, but didn't eat more than a bite of the carrots or broccoli. I told him he had to eat a lot more carrots before I would let him have the cookies.

So, he goes off into the dining room (I was in Mikel's room at the time) and in a couple of minutes tells me, "Okay, Mom...they're all gone. The carrots are all gone." I thought, to myself that he must've really wanted the cookies...I said to him, "They're all gone?" he answered yes, and as I turned around, I caught him getting down from the table - plate in hand, and still full of carrots, thank you - and heading off to the sink to dump them out. I was floored. Couldn't believe it.

I went in and explained to him that what he was trying to do was wrong and the same as lying, which would get him in a lot of trouble. I told him if he wants the cookies, he has to eat his carrots. I told him not to get down from the table and I would come back and check.

A few minutes later, he says he had his bites. I went in to look....and the little con man had HIDDEN THE CARROTS UNDER THE RANCH AND KETCHUP HE HAD FOR HIS CHICKEN!!!!!!!! I sat there and made him eat three bites as a matter of principle, but I thought that was probably really cruel and unusual because obviously, he didn't like them. He never complained - just flat out wasn't going to eat them and was determined to find a way not to. He usually eats carrots (and broccoli, only raw), so this was unusual.

Now I'm really going to have to watch him...and check the trash...and the toilet...and the dog bowls...

Outsourcing

I hate outsourcing. Well, let me clarify that. I hate international outsourcing. And unfortunately, I encounter it every. single. day.

My soapbox is the same as that of many other Americans, I'm sure. It sickens me that there are millions of people here who are out of work and there are thousands of jobs - if not millions, when you include all American companies and "American made" products that fall into the category - that are being given to outsourcing companies or factories in other countries.

I called AT&T the other day about my U-Verse service. It was about 11:00 p.m. I got a young lady who didn't have the faintest clue what I was talking about. I finally asked her if she had ever seen the U-Verse product. After a long pause and some hesitation, she finally told me she had not. I proceeded to give her some insight as to my thoughts on the matter...how on God's green earth (and I did NOT care if my reference to my Holy Father offended her) could AT&T outsource CUSTOMER SERVICE and TECH SUPPORT to a company full of people who had never even SEEN the service??? It sent me right over the edge. And believe me, when I can figure out a way to get to someone who "counts" at AT&T, I plan to let them know about it.

Several times a week I have to call various insurance agencies and I seem to always wind up talking to someone who is somewhere other than the 48 contiguous United States - or even in North America. Like they have ANY clue about how our insurance system works.

And you know, there are SO MANY people who are not in the U.S. who have access to private information. Kind of a sobering thought, really.

And you know what "reasons" I hear (other than the obvious that it's cheaper)? I hear that American workers don't want to do the jobs, so companies don't have a choice. I hear that American workers aren't educated enough to do the jobs. Oh really? As opposed to someone who hasn't ever seen the product or service???

I can't argue with the fact that American's probably don't want to do a thankless job (since most people calling for customer service or support are typically ticked off) for minimum wage or something else insulting. If companies make it worth a worker's while (and I'm not talking outrageous amounts here), the return from the worker is well worth it. And if you think someone isn't educated enough, educate them. Hey, that concept can create more jobs...

Yeah, let's fix the economy...

Let's start by giving corporations a break (tax or whatever) for bringing jobs back here. Let's have them renovate some unused buildings (renovation - more jobs for construction, etc.) to house these American workers who want to go back to work. Maybe they can get some type of rebate for that, too. Or maybe they can figure out a way for more people to telecommute, which would save money and the environment if there are less people driving.

Let's make things attractive to EVERYONE by bringing jobs back. See what that does for the economy. Don't you think that if more people are working, more money will go back into the economy? People can maybe pay their bills and mortgages...Banks and lenders can get back on track.

I would be willing to bet that if you started asking the out-of-work Americans, they would be really happy to take back OUR jobs!!!

White Cloud

I have tried a couple of different White Cloud products.  Overall, they are pretty good, especially for the price.  Here's what I tried and what I think:

White Cloud diapers - They work GREAT!!!  They fit Evan very, very well and we haven't had any major accidents.  The only time we use these now is at night.

White Cloud pull-ups - Again, GREAT!!!  One feature that these have that other major name brands don't, is the ability to adjust the size.  (Evan wears a 3T-4T, but they're a bit big so I adjust them.)  While they all have the kind of "velcro" stuff on the side to enable access to check for wetness (or other unmentionables), none of the others are as good at re-closing as White Cloud.  They are very absorbent and, when adjusted properly, don't leak.  They're pretty soft and comfy for him, too.  Oh yeah, he loves the monster truck design!

White Cloud toilet paper - Two thoughts:  cardboard and sandpaper.  Oh, yeah...not very "absorbent" either.  Kinda seems like that generic, industrial TP at Wal-Mart...  

Leavin'...On a Jet Plane...Then Heading for a Looong Layover...

I took Mike to the airport this morning to go back to Ft. Benning to finish Basic Training.  He is connecting to Atlanta through Dallas.  After I dropped him off, I got a call from American Airlines that his flight from Dallas to Atlanta was canceled and he had been rescheduled on a later flight.  Lucky him!  He gets to spend six glorious, fun-filled hours in DFW Airport!!!  Now his flight leaves Dallas at 3:30 and arrives in Atlanta at 6:40.  Not a great day for him...

Happy New Year - and all that good stuff!

Christmas has come and gone. So has New Year's Day. It's January 4, 2009. And this is my first blog of the new year.

First, an update of the Christmas holiday season.

It flew by so fast I hardly saw it coming and I don't know that I've even missed it now that it's gone. Mikel came home on December 20, left for Colorado on December 24...came home on December 29 and then leaves again for Ft. Benning on January 6. I've barely seen him. I keep telling myself it's okay...he's still a kid...his friends are who he wants to see (obviously more fun)...don't get my feelings hurt...don't get mad...It's hard NOT to get mad/hurt when he takes off to see his dad's side of the family, though, without even a thought as to ask me if I have anything planned...sigh. It's hard to just let things go when you know how much you've done - and continue to do - for someone, and they go the other way. What do you do? Quit doing? Quit helping? I don't think that's what Jesus would do.

Anyway... Christmas was a hoot. Evan had a blast. He got a keyboard (something I question my sanity about every day), a remote control dinosaur (which is really, really cute), a semi-truck, a camping gear set - complete with binoculars, a set of eagle binoculars (that I got for $2.00 [they were originally $12] because I didn't think the ones in the camping gear set would work, but they do...and better than the eagle ones), a block puzzle, clothes...and Santa brought him a kitchen, a Peter Pan DVD, a Curious George book, and a HORN. I'm wondering when it will be bring your favorite Christmas present to daycare day...

I worked in the office through most of the Chrismas season. Fortunately, Pat got to be home and he and Evan "hung out" while I worked. They had a B-L-A-S-T! I'm really, really, really glad they got to!

So, I've made some New Year's Goals. Yes, "goals." Resolutions, to me, are something that must take shape immediately. Like going cold turkey on something. I think you're setting yourself up for failure with things like that. Goals are something you work towards.

Some of my goals:

1. Blog regularly. About whatever. (See...here's my start.)
2. Keep in touch with people better. (I sent an e-mail to Vlad, Marina and Mascha with some pictures attached yesterday.)
3. Keep my house cleaner and neater. (I started this one on New Year's Eve. I cleaned most my kitchen - need to do some more thorough cleaning of the fridge, oven and floors. And it's stayed that way. Cleaned out the junk drawer. No dishes stacked in the sink. No junk on the counters. I also cleaned up my closet. Got lots more to do on that one. On New Year's Day I rearranged my desk in the living room. I admit this was more to mask some of the clutter behind it because I can't get rid of most of it. But hey, it looks better. I have more to do all over the house...)
4. Exercise regularly. Something every day.

These are just a few. I have more. Don't want to give away everything in one blog...

Mikel is Home...Sort of.

Mikel came home for Christmas break on Saturday, December 20.  Man...does he look - well, like a MAN!  He looks great and you can tell he has changed a lot.  Not only can you tell by his mannerisms and attitude, but you can just see it.  It's so nice to have him here - except that he's gone again.  To Colorado this time, though.  He is flying up today to see his dad (who he hasn't seen in over a year and who got back from Afghanistan after Mikel left for basic training) and stepmom and half sisters.  He comes back on Monday, December 29.  Then he leaves again to go back to basic on January 6.  

I would write more, but I haven't really seen him all that much...go figure!  

'Tis the Season...

...to be really stressed out. Well, that's not entirely true. Well, wait, yes it is. Okay. Let me try this again.

As is said so often, we (speaking collectively as the human race) tend to get all wrapped up in the commercialism of Christmas that we tend to forget what it's really all about. This year, more than any other year, I have thought more about the true meaning of Christmas, so much so that I have let things kind of get away from me.

I do believe that Christmas is about giving - after all, God gave us His only Son as our gift. And like His ultimate Gift, giving should be from the heart. But sometimes - often times - that does involve the retail market in some manner. It's not necessarily that it's about how much you spend, but what you give and how much thought you put into it and what it will mean to the other person. Sometimes what you give might cost more - and sometimes less. I've tried to put so much thought into being - well, thoughtful, that I haven't done anything! And in case no one has noticed, there are only NINE days left until Christmas. Yes, I'm stressing.

I've also been somewhat preoccupied with the fact that Mikel comes home for Christmas from basic training on Saturday. Just somewhat. (Ha ha ha.) I absolutely CANNOT WAIT!!! My mind gets so preoccupied with that - and what I want to do for him - that I don't actually get anything done. It's SILLY!!!

So, yeah...I'm so wrapped up in giving from the heart that it almost feels like I won't be giving anything because I don't get anything done!

Must focus...

Thanksgiving

Thanksgiving was very, very nice....quiet, but nice. The only people who were here were my mom, Pat, Evan and me. Mikel was sorely missed. I did get to talk to him - twice. He called once very early in the morning (well, okay, not too early...around 8:30 or so) and then again around 5:45. He's doing well, but he's ready to come home for Christmas. Anyway...on Thanksgiving we had the traditional turkey (which I cooked, thank you very much), dressing, sweet potatoes, cranberry salad (those three prepared by my mom), baked green beans (mine), corn on the cob, rolls...it was a LOT of food for just us! Oh yeah...pumpkin and pecan pie, too (neither of which was made from scratch, which is fine by me).

We watched the Country Music Awards (that I had DVR'd) and then Mom left shortly after that. Evan and I went to Blockbuster to take back some movies and get more. We rented Kung Fu Panda - which he was all excited about in the store - and Peter Pan (again). I also rented Hancock, with Will Smith, and bought (3/$20) What Happens in Vegas, Made of Honor, and Leatherheads. The only thing that's been watched so far is Peter Pan. Of course the kid has no interest in Kung Fu Panda now...

Friday morning Pat and I went and did a little shopping while Evan had his break from us with Liz (thank you SO MUCH, by the way). Well, okay, we went to one store (Wal-Mart in Moore) and bought one gift for Evan. Then we went to the mall for Pat's eye appointment. While we were there I decided I should probably get mine checked too...more on that development in a later post.

After we did the eye appointments we picked Evan up, ate some lunch and then went back to the mall to get Pat's glasses. (Couldn't get mine just yet because I have to do a little more selective shopping for frames.) While we were there, we had Evan's picture made with Santa. Surprise, surprise, there was hardly a line! He was really excited to see Santa - until it was time to sit on his lap. Then all he would do was make the, "You're in big trouble and I'm going to embarrass you, " face. They got two pictures - one with his finger in his mouth and one with just a hint of a smile. Little turkey. We thought about getting the one with the finger in his mouth, but went ahead and opted for the near-smirk.



After we got home, Nebraska was playing Colorado. It was a very...well, I'll use the word "tense"... tense environment in our house. They ("they" being Nebraska, as if my two followers didn't know that) pulled it out, but it caused some concern.

Saturday was pretty laid back. I'm not sure anyone around here even bothered to get "dressed," other than to throw a sweatshirt over pj's or something like that. Of course there was somewhat of a big football game on Saturday night. There was quite a bit at stake seeing as how there was a three-way tie for the Big 12 South leader. Fortunately, OU's win moved them ahead of Texas in the standings (as that would have been the tie-breaker to see who plays in the Big 12 Championship) and OU will play Missouri. The only thing that would have made losing to OSU less painful (if that had happened) would have been that Texas Tech would have played in the championship instead of Texas. What a mess. I can't believe I just put that much energy into writing about it, actually. I suppose I did it for the sake of memory later when I can't remember what the deal was...

We went to Journey Church this morning and then came home to another fairly relaxed day. Now I'm just going to work on getting the Energizer Bunny to go to bed...

As of right now, counting today and the day he gets home, there are 21 days until Mikel comes home for Christmas. I CANNOT WAIT. In fact, I think I would rather not count today and the day he gets home because then there's only 19 days. That's fair, wouldn't you say?

Poop

It's amazing, I think, what kinds of things really make a mom excited. Poop - in the right place, and on a consistent basis - is one of them for me. Okay, well, not for me, personally, but...well, Evan's. (He's going to be really mad at me someday for blogging about this...)

Anyway, the kid was constipated for so long (even way before I knew it) that by the time he started potty training, it got really bad. It hurt when he went, so he associated the pain with the toilet. So, we went to the doctor, got instructions for Mirilax (miracle working stuff), and he's on his way to normal.

So what brings this on, you ask??? Well, today was his first poop in the toilet - with no pain or any other side effects he had before that I won't go into detail about.

YEA!!!!!!!!!!! I can only hope that it continues!

I know this was probably way more information than anyone really wanted, but it's MY blog...

You Asked For It...

Okay, Follower...You asked for it. I'm back. At least for today. I will be fair and warn you ahead of time that this is a rant. If you have no desire to read something that could be fairly harsh, stop now.

I don't get how people can go about pawning off their jobs so effortlessly with seemingly no conscience about doing so at all.

OR, in the alternative...

I don't understand how some people who are so lacking in the skills necessary to do their jobs actually manage to keep their jobs.

People need to review the work, stop and think about what they are reviewing, determine a proper course of action, take the action - in the proper order, of course, obtain results/information, and THEN pass problems they can't fix to someone who can.

What they don't need to do is look at it, jump to the wrong conclusion because they didn't THINK, and pass it on to someone else (who has to stop her job to make a phone call and ask questions based upon INACCURATE information passed along by the original party)...only to get information that would have been obtained if the original person had done what was supposed to be done to begin with.

This, dear friends, is the story of my job. Every. Single. Day. It's usually only one or two people, but those one or two certainly make for another full time job for me...

I have no idea if any of this made any sense to anyone but me, but I don't care. I had to get it off my chest. Had to say it. Had to breathe...

Pride...and Panic

All parents will agree that the day their children are born (or given to them, in the instances of those who so lovingly adopt) are the happiest and proudest moments of their lives.

Then come the times in each child's life that renew the happiness and pride in parents' lives. The first time they sleep through the night (oh, the PURE joy and happiness...), the first time they roll over, crawl, eat solid food, take a step, "go" on the potty (and continue to do so)...the first day of school, good grades and comments from teachers...driving a car (probably more panic, actually, than pride) graduating from high school (or, in some cases, obtaining the equivalent thereto), attending and completing college, finding the "right" person, getting married, giving grandkids...the list goes on and on. Of course, most, if not all, of these things can also cause a true feeling of panic in parents, too. Sleeping through the night, for example, will almost always cause the parents to NOT sleep through the night because they spend the night checking to make sure everything is okay. Rolling over...well, okay, you get the point. You can figure the rest of the panics out on your own.

Today was a supreme source of both PRIDE and PANIC for me. While I have known the day was coming for a while (he has talked about enlisting for a long time) and I thought I was "prepared" for it, the dawning of the day ushered in a whole new set of emotions.

My not-quite-19-year-old son enlisted in the United States Army today. I had the honor and privilege of being there to witness him being sworn in. While the "ceremony" itself was nice and low-key, the symbolic meaning made it completely amazing. I am bursting with PRIDE for him.






I truly believe that making the choice to serve our country's military is one of the most honorable things a person can do. These young men and women give their lives to serve and defend our country as well as to provide protection, liberty and freedom for those who are unable to provide for themselves. When I say "give their lives," I don't necessarily mean it in the sense that most people have come to think of (as in "the ultimate final sacrifice")...I mean it in the sense that they give up their ability to do as they please, when they please (move, change jobs, quit jobs, etc.). Their lives can change at the drop of a hat - or the blow of a whistle. One minute they're going about their business where ever they may be stationed, reporting to their stateside duty station, and the next minute they are finding out they will be heading out for a foreign and not-always-so-friendly destination where they may or may not be wanted at the time. And yes, sadly, tragically...many of our finest do give their lives...

Yes, I am PROUD. I can stand up and say my SON is defending me, my family, you, your family, my neighbors, strangers...And while he is one of many (thankfully), he is my one-of-a-kind, my first born, keeper of a very special place in my heart. I love him endlessly.

But the pride does not come without the price of panic. I am terrified. I am terrified of my baby being sent to a war zone. What momma isn't? That type of deployment seems inevitable, although I hope and pray that it doesn't happen. I can't define my sense of panic as well as I can my sense of pride, but I'm not sure it really needs definition. What I can say, without question, is that the depth of my panic is immense. I pray continually that our Lord and Savior will keep him safe and protected, where ever he may be.

I ask that you pray, too...the power of prayer is great, greater still in volume!!!

What's Been Up...

Well, football season has begun again. Yea. Woo hoo.

So, let me just say that I do actually like football. Really, I do....

However...(ha - for all those who thought I would say, "But...")

I live in a house divided. I am an OU fan. I am not maniacal, though. My husband is a Nebraska Cornhusker, through and through. He is maniacal. He hates OU. I do not hate Nebraska and actually like them. I pay attention to what they have going on and wish them well. I only wish them to lose when they play OU. Anyway, it gets a little tense in my house on game days. Tense enough that I do not care to watch football at all. That's pretty much what went on on Saturday. I will spare the details.


Sunday was great! We went to "JourneyKids" (as Evan calls it) and it was a great talk. The current series is "There is no "If" in Joy." I would highly recommend checking it out online. You can click the link on the right side of the page and then when you are re-directed, click the link on the Journey site that says, "Watch Current Series."

After church we went home and did some yard work. Evan is always so proud of helping Daddy "lawn mower, weed eater and spreader." This time, though, he spent a bit more time helping Mommy pull some weeds. After all that, Pat and Mikel headed off to softball and Evan and I did a few things around the house and then went out to the ball field to watch. It's always a bit of a challenge to take him out there because he is all over the place and really wants to get out on the field (that's the real trial). He was really good this time...and it was so obvious that is growing up so very quickly.

Mikel started a new job (again) yesterday at Norman Door & Plywood. He's delivering building materials all over (pretty much) the state. Pat has been working on a bathroom tile project that has turned into a bit more (like installing new sub-flooring because the old was rotted out) than he originally thought. Me...well, I'm up to my behind in alligators at work, trying to keep my act together at home and my sanity in tact. It's busy - but good!

RNC

Sarah Palin was AWESOME. She did a fantastic job. She was confident and appealing. I'm really glad McCain chose her!!!

Rudy Guiliani's speech content regarding facts was great, although I thought his delivery was a little too flippant and sarcastic. It was his tone that people will construe as "attacking." I think it's difficult to find fault or make accusations of "attack" when you are stating facts (such as voting record), but the tone and delivery can make it seem another way!

McCain/Palin

So...at this point, all they've managed to "dig up" on Sarah Palin is ...

1. She is under investigation for potentially using her position as Governor to have her brother-in-law fired from a position with the Alaska DPS (or whatever they call it). GASP! Has anyone EVER heard of a politician using authority to have something done??? SHOCKING, isn't it?!?!? I mean, really! (WHO CARES?????)

2. Her 17-year-old daughter is pregnant. I don't even know where to start with this one. It infuriates me that this is an issue that people deem as negative. Don't get me wrong here, it isn't as if I think kids should run around having sex and getting pregnant. Far from it. But because it happened, does that mean that Palin is a bad choice? Does that mean that her morals are questionable? Does that mean she doesn't take care of what's hers? Uh...NO. No one - and I mean NO ONE - outside of their family knows exactly what goes on in their home, and by that I mean that no ones knows the discussions that are had and what values are taught. Parents can teach until they are blue in the face. Kids are going to do what they want to do about 98% of the time. Because, as we all know, parents don't really know anything. And those who are running around like chickens with their heads cut off, freaking out over this, should really examine their own lives. Are you perfect? Are you without fault or sin? The answer is no. Let's take a look at the world in general...Our Father created us. He even had an instruction manual written for us. And every day, every one of us disobeys Him. Let he who is without sin cast the first stone. I cannot BELIEVE this is causing such a storm. And my word...how offensive to young, unwed mothers and fathers. And their parents. The list goes on and on. She's having a baby, and a baby is a gift from GOD under any circumstances. A baby certainly isn't something that should be looked down upon or called into question.

President Bill Clinton had a freaking affair while he was in office and people still listen to him. And what's wrong with Hillary that Billy went and had the affair? (Wait, was it plural? Affairs?) I suppose that had to be her fault. So, by all means, lets write her off...


(Okay, seriously...my blood is boiling.)

3. Her husband has a 20-year-old DUI conviction. Has anyone looked at the majority of our legislators lately???? COME ON!!!



I don't have the time or the inclination to research every single politician out there. Probably don't have the stomach for it either. None of these self-righteous idiots who are spouting this santemoneous crap are without problems.

Losing Touch

Yep, I've done it again. I go into this with all kinds of good intentions and then just...stop. Oh, I start blogs. I have all these ideas when I start one up. But then...it's almost like I lose the thoughts or the enthusiasm pretty much the minute I start to write.

Who knows...maybe I'll get on a kick - maybe I won't.

Glass Houses and Stones...

Seems to me I remember a saying that goes something like this: "People who live in glass houses should not throw stones."

Probably the same goes for bloggers who don't post that often, either. Especially when their fellow bloggers don't go taking pot-shots at them...

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New Blog...

You MUST check out It's Lovely! I'll Take It! If nothing else, it will give you at least ONE good burst of laughter and we ALL need that! It's great!!!

My Friend Christie!

My friend Christie is pregnant with her second child. Her first darling little one (who she waited a long time for) is a little boy named Logan James. This next gift is a little girl whose name is Delanie Christine.

I found out this morning that Christie's water broke (this morning) and she's planning for "a long day." I would ask anyone who reads this to say a prayer for Christie and Delanie and ask God for a peaceful (well, okay, as peaceful as it can be) appearance!