Monthly Archives: April 2013

Tuesdays Von Dutch: The Ya-Ya’s

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The weather was beautiful today. The baby and I had a great day today with all the Dutch ladies at my grandmother’s house. (Every Tuesday my grandmother’s Dutch friends come over for coffee and goodies and to chat about anything and everything). It was an extra special day today for many reasons too. First, it was the first time since I injured my back that i’ve been able to venture out of the house with the baby to my grandmother’s for one of her Dutch Tuesdays. Second, it was one of the lady’s 96th birthday! Third, it was the day to honor Queen Beatrix of The Netherlands abdicating her throne to her son. Our 96 year old was decked out in a feathery boa in customary Holland orange and we watched video online of the royal ceremony.

It was so nice to see all of the ladies again and some of the new faces that are coming now that I hadn’t met before. Years ago when work had cut everyone’s hours to save money I picked Tuesday as my day off each week so I could see everyone and it was so much fun. I can’t always understand everything they’re saying but I follow along well enough to get it.

They doted on the baby and she just took it all in; smiling at everyone. She spent most of the day looking like she was trying to concentrate on what they were saying. I think with much more of these visits and she may become pretty well versed in Dutch. Or at least be able to understand it…and maybe better than me!

One thing about friendship is the knowledge that everyone is together and able to share in the joy even though they are each fighting their own battles. With friendship like this, everyone knows each other’s issues and what troubles they are going through and they can cry with you through the bad times and can still make each other smile and find the good and the reason to be happy despite it all. These particular friends have been getting together for years and years and I imagine there’s not much they don’t share with one another. They are a Ya-Ya Sisterhood of sorts.

In our group we have a woman who is raising a special needs child, a woman who just lost her husband to Alzheimer’s, a woman who is living with her daughter and is not able to see her other daughter because of their feelings toward each other, a woman who is that woman’s daughter and can only see her mother on these Tuesdays when her mother can get away, a couple of women who have children that have cut them out of their lives, etc.  There are other things of course but I think you get the idea.

After many of the woman left in the afternoon the last remained. The discussion turned to family and she became very sad trying to talk about her family situation. Listening to her cry about how she has children that refuse to be in her life and grandchildren that she has not seen, it was hard not to feel her pain but also somehow relieving to know that this type of thing happens in lots of families. And I guess that’s what true friendship is about. Being about to talk about your joys and woes and having someone be able to be there, listen, talk you through it and then remind you of all you have to be happy about. It’s weird how hurt can sometimes feel less painful when you know you’re not the only one. My family has endured the same thing over the years and may never be fully pieced back together.

Spending a day with everyone and knowing they’re all going through their own individual difficulties but can still come together and share in the good times; laugh at each other; console one another; be happy; It’s refreshing to see. It’s a joy to see that even at 96 you can still be surrounded by love and those that love you and enjoy life despite set backs and trials that may try with everything they have to make you unhappy. It’s refreshing to know my grandmother has such good friends in her corner. It’s a honor to know these people myself and be able to spend time with them again and now also to have my baby be there too to celebrate this circle of friendship. I hope she can enjoy it now, remember it later, and appreciate all that it was able to teach her about the value of true friendship.

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Shy Knees

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My grandparents came to the U.S. from Holland. Growing up I always thought it was neat hearing family visiting from overseas because they had such strong accents. I was totally oblivious to the fact that my grandparents sounded like that too because I spent every day listening to them so I guess I grew immune to hearing the majority of their accent. Except when it came to names of people and places. And also, for my grandma (Oma), the word “Chinese” which sounds more like “Shy Knees” when she says it. Anytime she makes vegetables and rice she tells me she fixed “that Shy Knees food today”. It’s funny to hear her say it but funnier to know that it’s nothing like actual Shy Knees food which, ironically, she doesn’t like.

Oma reminds me of a European Betty White. She looks like the sweetest grandma but you never know what will come out of her mouth next. She can be teaching you how to be a lady or cussing like a sailor. She’s always a sport and says some hilarious stuff. One of my funniest memories is a night of prank calling where after the neighbors had a few drinks decided it would be fun to have my grandmother call people and screw with them with her accent. They all rooted through their cell phones and gave her numbers to call and she sat on the phone for hours talking to random people about how she just came from Ishtanbul and that she was drunk “from the visky, and vine and wodka” and would switch languages in the middle of a sentence. We all laughed so hard and she was cool as a cucumber totally screwing with whoever was on the other end of the line.

I love the way she says certain names too. It makes them sound so much more exotic and beautiful with her European accent. I even considered some names early on in my pregnancy like Kaatje (“Cot-yeh”) just because of how pretty I knew it would sound when Oma said it. Since having Adriana we all mostly call her Adri (like “Audrey”), except for Oma who insists on being different. Growing up I’ve heard her use nicknames like “Mootsie”, “Mooshka” and”Babooshka”, etc for babies. At first she wanted to call her Adrianellika because she thought that sounded like a cute nick name for a baby Adriana. Then it was Adje (“Aut-chuh”). The other day it was Adrianika. It’s always changing. But then, so is Adri. Every day a new cuteness. I guess each one could have its own name. Besides, who’s gonna argue with Oma? She may be five foot tall and talk like a sweet little old Dutch grandma but don’t let her fool you – she’s got secret ninja status…and some really scary kitchen gadgets that she’s not afraid to use.

Oma & Adri...Adrianika...Adrianellika...Adje

Oma & Adri…Adrianika…Adrianellika…Adje

Indigo Children

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My mother says she always thought I was an “indigo child” and stumbled upon a link about it today. I actually had read a book a few years ago called Indigo Children and it was very relatable. This would definitely help explain alot of how I am to people. The whole “third eye” thing reminded me of something though. When I had my daughter the first nurse we had was horrible. Harsh, abrasive and just nasty to everyone. Well she went off duty and the next nurse came in and was much better. But just before the labor went into overdrive, she came in to tell us she was being sent home. I was worried the next nurse would be terrible but she ended up being amazing. Every contraction she kept telling me to “focus through the pain with my third eye” and would rub her finger in the center of my forehead. Between her and my husband I had an amazing birthing team (that, and all the other family there cheering me on). Afterwards one of my sister in laws mentioned that she thought my grandfather sent that nurse to us. My other sister in law got all the birthing team’s names for me while I was being stitched and tended to and made sure of this particular nurse’s name with several other staff members. So I sent her a thank-you card after we got home but it came back “unknown”. Now, surely one of the other nurses would have recognized it and even if she wasn’t there anymore someone would know how to forward it to her…the overnight nurse had told us before she left that this nurse had been there doing this  there for over 25 years! I still wonder sometimes if she was an angel sent to us. It’s funny because I had been so upset that the doctor from my practice that was on call that night was the one I didn’t like and who didn’t like the whole natural childbirth approach. He was an asshole and real cocky. Well after hours of nothing progressing, right after this nurse came things started moving really quickly. It went so quickly that the OB I didn’t like didn’t even have time to get there before I delivered. The resident doctor (and mostly this amazing nurse) delivered my baby. And all along her reminding me to channel my energy and focus with my “third eye” through it all. It may sound weird to people but it definitely helped. So laugh if you want about my “three eyes” but I’m digging it. 🙂

For those interested in reading more about this, below is the recent link I mentioned.

 

Who resonates with this? I think I have a little Indigo at home…

Indigo children are those who are believed to represent a higher state of human evolution. The term itself is a reference to the belief that such children have an indigo colored aura. The color indigo represents the chakra of the third eye, which is associated with intuition, and paranormal abilities such as seeing angels, spirits or deceased loved ones. They are highly emphatic, possessing the ability to discern what others are thinking and feeling. Thus they have the ability to know when someone is being authentic, honest and truthful. Indigo children are highly sensitive beings with a clear sense of self-definition and a strong feeling that they need to make a significant difference in the world. They are strong-willed, independent thinkers who prefer to be self-guided rather than directed by others.

They are unique in the way they see things and will not conform in order to fit into society. Indigo’s possess wisdom and a high level of awareness “beyond their years.” When you look into their eyes you can see that they are old souls, and wise ones. They can be very outspoken, speaking to an Indigo is like talking to a miniature adult of sorts! They are often diagnosed with OCD (Obsessive Compulsive Disorder). They have a tendency to become unsociable when not around others of like mind. They are also prone to depression and sleep disorders such as insomnia and persistent nightmares. Indigo’s tend to be more visual, kinesthetic learners so remember best what they can picture in their brain and create with their hands. They are highly energetic people so movement is required to keep them better focused. They love to talk and explain things. They tend to be very animated and dramatic.They have a very difficult time sitting still unless they are doing something they find valuable. The Indigo’s life purpose is to bring awareness that the old systems no longer work and rally for change. They possess a low tolerance for people and systems that are not authentic and authority without a good cause or reason. They become very angry, frustrated and will act out if they sense injustice. Because they are so highly sensitive they tend to a have lot of allergies to foods, and environmental toxins, and this can cause them to become off balanced easily. Indigo’s need to learn how to maintain balance in their lives. When surrounded by a lot of negativity, anger, loud, noisy places and things of this sort, they will become imbalanced and will absorb the negativity and begin to act out in an angry way or become very introverted and have difficulty coming out of their shell.

Do you have an Indigo Child at home?

Do you have an Indigo Child at home?

Me & FYE

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A weird thing happened this week. I got a message from someone on Facebook concerned and wanting to be sure that I’m okay based on some e-cards and posts I had been liking on other friends/blogs pages and some that I shared on my own blog page recently and also wanting to be sure none of it was about them. Except it was a really intense email. Well, for those that don’t know me, I don’t do really intense very lightly. I tend to give it the intensity it requires (which basically means I take it to heart and spend loads of time seriously analyzing it).

First of all, I think that Facebook must be a troll. I just don’t understand what the benefit is of my friends knowing that I liked or commented on so-and-so’s status today that had to do with their own situations and not mine. But oh well, whatever. I’ve got nothing to hide about what I do on Facebook. When it comes to sharing stuff on my blog page though, I didn’t think it was that strange of a concept: I try to keep in mind that everyone is different and going through different things and try to post things that appeal to everyone – Some they can relate to when they’re having a bad day, some they can laugh at when they’re down, some can motivate or inspire them. I can’t expect everyone to feel the same way I do everyday day after day. We’re all different, are at different intervals and on different paths in life. Besides, what kind of host would I be if I didn’t keep all my guests in mind? 🙂

One thing is for certain though – It’s pretty obvious when I write, I write how I feel. I vent. I bitch. I pray. I compliment. I encourage. I question. I motivate. I try to inspire. I let it all out. Writing has always been my passion and for once in my life I can actually focus on it and pursue it. It varies in topic and certainly in mood but, it’s all right there in black and white and one thing is for sure: I speak and write how I feel and I put it all out there. I’m not a mystery by any means. The jokes and pictures that I share on my page are for amusement for others to enjoy, relate to, laugh at, agree with, share, etc for what they’re going through with their lives. My writing is to elaborate on what’s going on with mine.

I’m not much of a mystery. I’ve elaborated on everything going through my mind lately. Of everything I’ve written lately the only thing that really is about my life directly (and not all this craziness in the news lately) is this huge love and joy I’m experiencing for my daughter, an irritating back injury that is preventing me from getting a lot done that I had hoped, and also the anger and hurt feelings I had about my job. I thought I had been pretty clear that the anger and resentment I had been feeling lately was over how my employer had treated me; that the aggravation has been over my back injury and that aside from this I have been elated being with my daughter and watching her grow. So now of course, after getting this email, my mind gets fixated on it. I know without a doubt that the person who sent it only had the best of intentions at heart (and admittedly a bit of wine) and I love them very much for caring but it didn’t stop my mind from racing, wondering, trying to figure out why. Why the concern? Why so serious? Even with my anger about work and my back I have been trying to keep it lighthearted. Never too serious. Even the bitchy, sarcastic memes I thought were funny because they’re relatable for anyone that’s been in a similar situation.

After talking to my husband about it, he helped me to see what may be part of it. I’ve dubbed it “Facebook Guilting”. It’s what happens when you aren’t communicating with people directly with more details about what’s going on with you and then posting things on Facebook  that make them wonder if the sarcastic or jabbing memes are directed to them. I’ve wondered the same things in the past with other people’s posts. What’s aggravating is that it took me a whole day of being fixated and overanalyzing to see it so simply and then a slew of other emotions before coming to this conclusion but then no confirmation that this is actually what it was. If it was, I am sorry for any confusion or ever making anyone doubt my ability to confront situations head on and question if I have any hostility or anger toward them. But what caused a lot my confusion was that the message also mentioned my mother and  seemed to become a correlation to my newly rekindled relationship with her, that I may need to take caution, and kinda making it sound as though I am spending all my time with her and sending a big ‘eff you’ to everyone else (which couldn’t be further from the truth). So it latched on and got under my skin and got me thinking about it all. I felt like I needed to clear it all up to clear up any confusion. So welcome to my thought process…

I will admit I don’t talk to people on the phone very often. I worked on the phone constantly for 11 years. I hate talking on the phone. I rarely call people. I reserve it for times when texting would just be too drawn out or when I’m driving and can’t text. But I also don’t text people unless I have something to ask or actually talk about. I hate bothering people with just a “Hey”. Part of me worries that if I called people all the time to go over the details of my day I’d just become an aggravation to them and I don’t want to be that. This has just been a really weird time in my life right now though because I have been stuck at home. I haven’t been able to go see people since leaving my job and hurting my back because I can’t lug the baby and her carseat and bags on my own yet. I assumed that this was known so it disturbed me to think that I may be giving anyone the impression that I am just too busy with someone else to have time for them anymore but, even more disturbing that they would think I would deliberately do that or be talking negatively about them somehow because I am spending all this imaginary time with someone else – especially when the truth is that I have spent most of the past three months since having the baby by myself…with my daughter…at home (the first two months because I didn’t want to drag her out in the cold so young and this past month because of my injury). I never for one second thought anyone would assume it was because I didn’t want to see anyone. And with regard to my mother, I have seen my mother once every week or two. And actually, if it were’t for her I wouldn’t have even made it to some of the appointments I’ve had! So I can’t be anything but appreciative for that.

I don’t know why I fester on things or let them get to me but I do. And this did. I know what it feels like to be hurt and hate the thought of hurting anyone.  It made me feel like I should feel guilty for some reason. And the trouble with that is that if I’m supposed to feel guilty then I do my time and commit myself to trying to figure out why or what I did and what would make it right. Except in this situation, I couldn’t figure out what the right was because I couldn’t really understand what the wrong was. Should I feel guilty for not calling people more often? Should I feel guilty for not venting to everyone individually about my day (or the aggravations about how “The Minion” has been trying to upset me even after I left the office) so they know when I’m liking or sharing ‘angry woman’ e-cards on Facebook they know it’s not about them? Should I feel guilty about letting my mother back into my life? Obviously after asking myself that last question over and over again for years it was the one that I kept coming back to. It was the one that seemed to be more implied.

It just seems that the whole time I was on the outs with that part of my family everything was fine with these other people in my life. No one questioned if I was okay or not and those closest to me knew I wasn’t. So now when I actually am on the road to getting closure and doing right by my daughter and being happy I feel like these people almost seem to have distanced themselves from me. Like I can’t have both. But maybe that’s just from being cooped up alone for the most part these past few months. Plus, you never know what’s going on with other sides sometimes so I don’t assume people are just avoiding us but when your husband jokes about it, you begin to wonder. And then wonder why. So then to think that someone thinks I have distanced myself from them was awkward and to hear someone’s concern that I need to be cautious or may be going through something or speaking negatively about them too it absolutely freaked me out. I mean, we’re all going through something here aren’t we? It’s called life. We’re all trying to figure it out. It’s all trial and error. We all make mistakes. I’d just like to know when I’ve made one and want to believe that people will trust that I’ll talk to them when I think they have. I never want someone to be sitting around thinking that I’m upset with them and then getting upset with me because of some imaginary upsetness. (Yes I know that’s not a real word). I am not the kind of person that can get an email like this, respond to it to reassure that I’m okay then not get a response back and be okay or let it go. In every debate or confrontation, there has to be a resolution for me to be able to move forward. I hate when things end in silence because I basically feel like the whole situation just lingers and then you wonder if they’re upset with you or they think you’re upset with them, and then both sides just start overanalyzing what the other one is posting on Facebook, and it just drives a wedge between you. Damn Facebook. Plus I hate trying to have a serious conversation with someone via email or text.

So I fester. I analyze. I reread every sentence and go over everything once, twice, three times to try to understand the other person’s perspective. To sympathize. To just make it make sense. One thing I do know is that you can’t ever please everyone. I was reminded of that when I made the decision to even let my mother back into my life and was met with some initial difficulties. Yet, I also realized when I had my baby that I can’t live my life for anyone but me and with the best interest of my daughter until she’s old enough to do the same for herself. That’s why I ultimately made the decision I did and I know that I made the right one. It has been nothing but a positive experience for us all. My grandmother is even at peace with the fact that she’s back in my life and though she may not be ready now or ever to do the same in her life, she accepts that Adri can be loved by them all. I’ve witnessed others have feuds with their family and never for a second condoned, expected or wished that they would remove that person from their life for forever (because I know how that feels) and because it’s just not possible with family. So I can’t imagine why anyone would think or want that with my situation for me or my daughter. Why would it be okay for others to forgive and move on together and not for me? Why does it mean something has to be wrong when I do? Why should the welfare of my daughter or my ability to be a good parent be questioned when I do? It just kinda makes me wonder if everyone would just be happier again if I went back to being miserable and broken. Like I’ve altered some sort of metaphysical alignment by pursuing wholeness and closure and above all, happiness in my life for myself and my child. Isn’t there enough to go around for all of us?

The simple truth is that I never stopped loving my mother when we didn’t talk. The whole situation broke my heart and made me miserable. I cried and raged over the whole situation and prayed all the time for a resolution to come. My family was there for me and I love them for that but it still didn’t heal the hurt or make me feel any better about being broken. Approaching my thirtieth birthday we were going out a lot (and drinking more than I ever had) and part of it was to be able to cut loose and try to have fun without all those emotions. But then I got pregnant and when you don’t have that option of drowning those feelings out anymore because you’re pregnant and then because you have a little one to care for, something happens: You have to face that darkness again and for once and all make a decision about whether or not you move forward destructively or constructively. I chose the latter and I believe that was the best decision I could have made not just for me but for my daughter too. She was the reason and the driving force behind my decision and always will be from this day forward. I put it all out there to her and made the decision to give this a try. It doesn’t change the past and you never forget but the point was, I didn’t need to carry that anger or resentment in my heart anymore and teach that sadness to my daughter. I had someone else to consider other than myself now. But making that decision didn’t mean that I have no room in my life for anyone else or that now I have to somehow be split from the other part of my family because of it.

Honestly, I just don’t understand why it’s concerning. I get the concern of not wanting me to get hurt again and I appreciate that very much. But I don’t understand why anyone would question for one second that I would put my daughter in harm’s way ever. EVER. I would die a thousand deaths before that ever happened. And besides, it’s not like my mother killed somebody or runs a meth lab. At the end of the day, the whole issue didn’t even involve me as much as it did her and the rest of my family and my simple decision to separate myself from her because of actions I didn’t agree with that were hurtful. What she did may have hurt me but making the decision to keep her out of my daughter’s life would only hurt my daughter in the long run. Look, I grew up with plenty of love and attention but I know what not having my father in my life did to me and I don’t want that for her. I also don’t want that for me because I know what a handful I was growing up with all that uncertainty. Plus, it’s not like everyone hasn’t made bad decisions in their lives that hurt others. We have to move on at some point and let go of the anger and sadness so that we can fully accept happiness. It beats an incomplete life of resentment and anger and then questions from a child that doesn’t understand and then heartbreak and then regret. (Yeah, trust me, I’ve gone over the future of both roads a million times.) The bottom line is that I don’t want my daughter growing up broken. She’s going to experience family feuds from any side of her family at some point but at least she’ll have her whole family and not be questioning and living in confusion over a missing component somewhere out there like I did growing up. She’ll know them all and know that they all love her.

So this road is new for us all. Every day is a new day for us to make new decisions and choices. To be happy or sad. To forgive or let ourselves be poisoned by hanging on to resentment. I have been in the dark for a long time and now that I have the brightest miracle from God here, I want to enjoy the light and be happy. With everyone. I don’t want to choose one side or the other when I can have both. I’m learning and am reminding myself daily that family is family regardless of what they have done. You can’t “unfamily” someone. There will always be that black sheep uncle, that stoner aunt, that know-it-all cousin, the ones that start shit and the ones that keep the peace, the ones that are medicated and  those that should be, the ones that take everything lightly and those that take everything seriously. What I’ve learned through this whole experience is that even if you don’t agree with them, they’re always your family. I can love them all and have a good relationship with them all and just because they can’t love each other doesn’t mean that they can’t all love me and be in my life. We are so blessed to have family and I love them all and am so happy that my daughter will grow up with so much love. With all the horrible things happening in this world lately, with all the hate and evil out there, with all these constant reminders that tomorrow is not promised to any of us, it is even more important to live our lives without any regrets and with as much love and happiness as we can while we’re here. That is what God intended for us. All of us.

And lastly I just want to take a minute to let everyone know that I am okay. (Though I’ll be a lot better when my back is back to normal). But try not to read too far into things I  comment on or “like” on other people’s Facebook pages. We are human – We can be angry, sad, happy, concerned, sarcastic (and being a woman we can be all those things in one day) and I can appreciate the humor of it in the various ways it gets shared on Facebook. If an e-card gets circulated on my page that is sarcastic, angry, rude or comical, it’s just for the entertainment of others or something I’ve been able to relate to at some point in life that I think others can laugh at or relate to too. If you want to talk or have questions (and don’t want me overanalyzing an email) just call me. But trust me, if I have a problem with someone close to me, I will talk to them about it and when something is weighing heavy on my mind, it definitely won’t be a mystery…and it definitely won’t be something that will fit on an e-card! lol 😉

Wicked Pissah

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After all the crazy series of events and different reportings throughout the day today they finally got suspect #2. Now the real circus begins since they got him alive. But until the messy media coverage of that begins, tonight Boston can sigh in relief and celebrate their asses off. The citywide party in Boston tonight is going to be wicked pissah!

Better News

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It’s sure been a week of scary events and news reports filled with one terrible thing after another. I hate bad news. I hate even watching the news sometimes because of weeks like this. I can’t quit thinking all week that this world is just a scary place anymore. It’s encouraging to see all the good people gather to pray for those affected and lend a hand with the destruction or the injured or the displaced but it’s still a shame to think of why they even had to do it…The circumstances that have brought them there. And today, greeted with the news of shoot outs and one attacker being killed but the entire city in Boston being put in lockdown – no driving, no businesses open, no one leaving their home. There are millions of people in Boston sitting in their homes freaking out. I can’t imagine the terror they must all be feeling. Has this ever even happened before?

I wake up every morning and am greeted by a smiling, happy face when my baby wakes up and I feel pure joy. Pure innocence. Pure happiness. I am truly blessed. But I worry every day on weeks like this what I have brought her in to? What kind of world is this? How will this world affect her? Right now we are in our own little bubble. She doesn’t have a clue about the whole world around her. She is mesmerized by everything in each room of our little house as if it were an entirely new galaxy. She’s so easily entertained and such a happy baby. I have been recording her lately because she’s been baby talking so much. I can’t wait for that first word to come out. She’s so cute and so sweet. She loves when I play the videos back for her. She has no clue it’s her but she stares back at herself and smiles and coos over it. It’s so cute I want to take video of her watching the video.

Yet, when things like the Sandy Hook shooting or Boston Marathon bombing or this latest terror in Boston happen, it knocks me down from my cloud nine just a few pegs and brings me back to this reality that is our world today. It makes my heart hurt. I hate comparing this to a TV show but if any of you watch The Walking Dead and are familiar with Carl (he’s the kid who’s growing up in this post-apocalyptic world), I keep thinking of him and how sweet he was in the beginning and how hardened he’s become more recently in the series and I can’t help but compare. I worry that this is her future and the future of our kids. Just without the actual zombies…Maybe.

The news keeps reporting on how to shield your kids from these things but I think giving them a false sense of the world through their entire childhood is only going to traumatize them when they get out in the real world and realize what it’s actually like. That’s like setting them up to fail in my eyes. You’re either raising them to be a victim or a survivor. I don’t want to take away my daughter’s childhood but I don’t want to hide things from my daughter either. There’s got to be a middle ground in there somewhere. I believe it’s about making sure she’s sees just as much good that’s in the world still too. Even if that good is just a smiling face or a song or a beautiful sunrise; That it’s important for her to understand that there is bad but to be able to remember the good and to be the good that she wants to see in the world. I think that an up front and honest approach will serve her much better. I just wish I had better answers to give her in times like these.

So tonight I’ll be continuing to pray for humanity, continuing to pray for the Sandy Hook victims, praying for the Boston Marathon victims, praying for all the families on lockdown in Boston today, praying for the Waco, Texas explosion victims, praying for our family and praying for better news.

Be the good you want to see in the world

Be the good you want to see in the world

Sharing is Hazardous to Your Health

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A new study has found that sharing may deliver a “false sense of entitlement” to children. A “false sense of entitlement” eh? Well that’s what’s wrong with most of society…And who’d have thought that sharing was to blame! Many childcare facilities are now changing their sharing policy and instead allowing a child to finish using an item before another child can use it. Yet it’s getting a lot of backlash and pissing off a lot of parents. Personally, I think it sounds like a good idea – basically letting kids know that a temper tantrum isn’t going to get them what they want and that they’ll have to be patient but also encouraging kids to learn how to share on their own without all the drama. What do you think?

Sharing: May be hazardous to your child's health

Sharing: May be hazardous to your child’s health

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Prayers for Texas

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Why is it that when it rains it pours? It seems the news this week has been one terrible situation after another. A huge fertilizer plant near Waco, TX exploded and leveled homes, injured hundreds and killed many. I saw another article that said this actually registered like a 2.1 on the Richter scale and was felt for miles. Sending prayers to all of those affected in Texas. Very sad. 😦

Under Pressure

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I mentioned yesterday the news and the false rumors that were also getting spread around about the Boston Marathon bombing victims. It seems everyone is pushing agendas. The news has been focused on anything and everything imaginable. The fire at the JFK Memorial Library ended up just being a coincidence. Yesterday they reported  a Mississippi Senator received a letter with a toxic substance in it…but then they reported that the test they use to determine these substances is often wrong. More importantly, what is the tie to the Boston bombing? Obviously there isn’t one other than to expose as much as possible now to help feed our frenzy, our conspiracy theories or fear about North Korea.

Another big thing being reported is the fact debris recovered from the bomb site in Boston shows the bomb was made from a basic pressure cooker. The FBI has already previously released a report on terrorist IED’s made with pressure cookers. Well with all the gun banning agendas being pushed after Sandy Hook, and all the debate still ongoing about guns, I suppose now it’s time that we all stock up on pressure cookers because it sounds like those will be next on the list to getting banned.

This whole situation is just sad an it’s a shame things have to keep happening but I think it’s because we keep missing the point.  Evil has been around since the beginning of humanity. This latest horrible incident in Boston just proves that it’s not a particular weapon that leads to violence though but people. People are cruel – guns and pressure cookers are just inanimate objects. I could strangle someone with my underwear but Victoria’s Secret isn’t to blame for that. We can’t keep trying to ban guns and blame them for these fatalities. What are we going to do now, ban pressure cookers? It’ll be a shame fifty years from now if we can no longer protect our homes or defend ourselves with a gun if we need to, but also can’t make our roast taste the same as the one that grandma made all those years before because pressure cookers are illegal too.

 

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Helpers and Hurters

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You know the media has been covering the bombing non-stop since it happened and the way the community and authorities have responded from the moment after to present has been amazing to say the least. The way authorities have been trained to take action was excellent. Google launching an immediate person locator page to help those looking for loved ones was instrumental. The good samaritans and volunteers and blood donors have all shown what not only the American spirit is about but shown that there are still many good people in this world. It has definitely proven Mr. Roger’s quote (that has been circulating all the social media sites and news since the bombing) right.  If you managed to miss it, it goes, “When I was a boy and I would see scary things in the news, my mother would say to me, “Look for the helpers. You will always find people who are helping”. To this day, especially in times of disaster, I remember my mother’s words and I am always comforted by realizing that there are still so many helpers – so many caring people in this world”. It’s been heartwarming in a time of a lot of confusion and heartache.

But I have a serious issue with all this “other stuff” that surfaces that is total B.S. trying to push another agenda or just see how far it can get passed around and if it can make national news. One in particular I saw was a picture this morning of an adorable little girl with a  marathon sticker on her shirt that they reported was the 8 year old killed in the bomb and that “she was running for the Sandy Hook Elementary shooting victims”. As it turns out this was total bullshit. The child that died was an 8 year old boy and there is NO tie to Sandy Hook. To boot they apparently even used someone’s photo of their daughter running in a marathon and claimed she was dead. If that was my daughter I’d be PISSED!

I don’t know where some people get this shit or why they even do it but seriously, that’s just ridiculous. I think there is something just as sick with seeing if a twisted, bogus rumor you started can become national news as if you were involved in the bomb itself.  Get a life you damn loser! This is reality. Real people died and were hurt. The news is sad enough on its own without your crapdragon rumors.

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