And Now For Something Completely Different (and cute!)

The End Of Our Civilization As We Know It



Change I Can Believe In


“America needs no words from me to see how your decision in Roe v. Wade has deformed a great nation. The so-called right to abortion has pitted mothers against their children and women against men. It has sown violence and discord at the heart of the most intimate human relationships. It has aggravated the derogation of the father’s role in an increasingly fatherless society. It has portrayed the greatest of gifts — a child — as a competitor, an intrusion, and an inconvenience. It has nominally accorded mothers unfettered dominion over the independent lives of their physically dependent sons and daughters”
And, in granting this unconscionable power, it has exposed many women to unjust and selfish demands from their husbands or other sexual partners. Human rights are not a privilege conferred by government. They are every human being’s entitlement by virtue of his humanity. The right to life does not depend, and must not be declared to be contingent, on the pleasure of anyone else, not even a parent or a sovereign.” (Mother Theresa — “Notable and Quotable,” Wall Street Journal, 2/25/94, p. A14)

An acquaintance from high school has a web page in which she writes her political and religious opinions. I’ve read them, and thought them to be plain stupid. I feel she is wrong on every thing, and yet she states her opinions as gospel. I read her page, shake my head,  get annoyed, complain to my husband about what a Moron she is.

Husband asked me why she bothers me so much.  Perhaps it only bothers me so much because I don’t have the nerve to stand up for what I believe in. I so fear be called a hypocrite by others that I don’t even try to proclaim my own Christianity. I so fear being judged by my own friends that I dare not speak of my true beliefs. Looking at this acquaintance’s page I realized, SHE is not afraid. She’s not afraid of my opinion. She’s not afraid of offending anyone with her “beliefs.” Why am I?

I have been a closet Conservative, and worse yet, a closet Christian for way too long.

When I was a baby I was baptized as a Lutheran. Growing up, we rarely went to church. My Grandmother was Catholic, so I had the Lord’s prayer memorized. Then when I was a teen my mom and I joined a very strict cult like church. At first it was a good fit. A lot of my family members went there too and it was nice to be a part of something. But it almost ruined Christianity for me. They were so strict and judgmental on every aspect of our personal lives. They claimed to be the only “true” church. The whole world had it wrong, except for us. They were, for all intents and purposes, a cult. Everyone else could see it, but not us. They even had me believe I had to marry within our church group. Unfortunately I did.

Towards the end of my first marriage I stopped attending this church. It was easy. I was away from my family  at that point. I was tired of all the judgment. I knew that I could still have my own beliefs and not have to go to that church. I didn’t turn on God, just this cult.

In 1993 I moved back home to Texas and tried to start my life over. I reunited with my old high school flame and I started going to his church. In 1995 I was baptized. I’m a Christian, but you’d never really know it by the things that I say and do. I don’t talk about my religion or past experiences. Actually I’m a terrible Christian. I’m a big fat sinner, and up until now it doesn’t seem like I am trying to do anything to change.

This election year has brought so many things to light. My eyes have really been open to what people really think, including myself. I had to ask myself who’s opinion matters more? God’s or people’s?

So today (and tomorrow and the next day, and so on…) I am going to promise that I will do better. I will not be afraid to say what’s on my heart. I will not be afraid to defend my God and my beliefs. If I lose “friends,” then so be it.

60 years old, but still so true…


A Joke, If You Will…

Why did the chicken cross the road?

Because she was a typical white chicken.

Have You Had The Talk?

I watched this video and I can’t believe it. I really just can’t even believe how these “children” are talking about this. Their parents must be SO embarrassed.  At about 2:14 watch the dark haired boy say that he won’t help his grandmother with computer stuff anymore. Nice. No respect for their parents or grandparents at ALL.

Why Tiger is Happier Here

It has been just over 6 months since we moved from Plano, TX to Odessa, TX.

The timing of the move was a little rough. It was April. So the kids only had about 6 weeks left of their school year. We showed up here not knowing what to expect from this school system.  Husband and I had both come up through Odessa schools but wondered if times had changed. Things in the Plano schools were strict. Silly things like not being able to bring homemade cupcakes to school. Things like having to wait in 30-40 minute line of cars to pick up your child from school because they weren’t allowed to walk out on their own to your vehicle. Things like having to show a picture ID  every time you entered the school.

Anyway, I digress.

I was especially nervous about what Tiger would have to deal with. He was in for a big change. Things were not very good at his school in Plano. He hated school. He had been steadily growing more violent over the last 2 years. ( Before that he had an extremely wonderful teacher. He was learning in leaps and bounds. Then she got a better job in a district two towns away from us. I don’t think he ever warmed up to the new teacher.) )There were a very small amount of kids in his room and yet the teachers seemed to not be able to help him learn anything. He was not only not meeting his educational goals he was going backward! He was picking up bad behaviors that he didn’t have before. He came home everyday bruised and scratched. All from self abuse as far as I know. Yes, he was very self abusive. He even started to hit his siblings and parents. Things were getting very scary. Something was going on but I didn’t know what.

The school was no help at all. What used to be a very open environment now seemed like a lock down situation. We were asked not to show up unannounced for fear that it would be disruptive to class. Then we were told to give a 24 hour notice before showing up in his classroom. Wait, what?

Then we moved. Honestly I think his school was glad. He was for lack of better terms a problem child. Strong willed. Non verbal. Obsessive/compulsive. Strong as an Ox.

So with all of that swirling in my head I went to enroll him in his new school. Gulp. They knew we were coming. I walked into the office and was greeted by several friendly faces. One of the men immediately took Tiger to go play in a different room so the grown ups could talk and do paperwork. I followed the ladies to what would soon be Tiger’s new classroom.

His new class had about 22 students. The room was big and colorful and full of life. The vibe I got from this room was so warm and friendly that all I could feel was a huge sense of relief. I saw other non verbal kids acting just like my son (on his good days.) I really felt he’d like it here.

The next day I dropped him off for school and the inevitable happened. He didn’t want to go in. He laid out on the ground. Three people struggled to get him in the door. I watched helpless. Finally they told me just to leave and they would handle getting him in the class. I drove off, crying.

Later that day they called me. He was not having any of this new school. The only solution they could come up with was to put him in a small windowless room, with gym mats on the wall. They moved a desk in there and a few chairs. They had a room like this in Plano too. A room where the child could go to if they needed to get quiet and calm down. This padded room was going to be his new “classroom” until he could learn to follow the rules.

All that new found relief went flying out the window. What could I do now? I don’t have the resources or the strength to home school him. I could never teach him how to get along as well as a good teacher could. He’d never listen to me. I’d never find a place for him to interact with other kids his age. No one wants to be near him! No one could control him! He couldn’t control himself enough to enjoy school like he used to.  I felt hopeless.

His teachers assured me that they could handle this. Their good attitude was comforting but I still had my doubts. He finished the remainder of the school year in that little room. He went to summer school with the same teacher he had during the school year. He was calming down, settling in. Then she broke the news: She wouldn’t be his teacher the following year.

Summer ended and school started again. I met his new teacher. She seemed very nice and very capable. Dare I say strong willed? (I like that in a person by the way.) I held my breath and said a little prayer and we started out on the same path: little blue room.

His new teacher did not want him in a little blue room. Her main goal was to get him in her classroom with the other 22 kids. Lofty, I thought.  Then about a month into the school year it happened again. I showed up to pick him up after school and they couldn’t get him out to my car. They asked me to come to the room to see if I could get him to come with me. I got there and he was on the floor. He was in the throes of a major fit. Why? He wanted a book that his teacher put in her desk. She told him “no” and he wanted it anyway. He grabbed it from her desk drawer. Again, the answer was “no.”  Now we had entered the battle of wills. If we gave in now he would win this battle. He would know she was a pushover. She wasn’t going to let that happen. I wasn’t either.  20 minutes later we were still on the floor trying to get him to give up the book. I finally called his Dad. By the time Dad got there Tiger was wearing down. He finally gave up and walked to the car with us. The battle was over and Tiger lost.

Later that week there was a Field Trip to the County Fair. I volunteered to go and help with him. I met his class in the parking lot of the Fairgrounds. Tiger rode the bus and had been behaving really well. Then it happened. On the walk through the displays of antiques and collectible things he spotted something he thought he had to have. (Let me preface this by saying that Tiger LOVES M&M’s. Very much an obsession with him. ) He saw a toy M&M car that was exactly the same as the one he got for Christmas the previous year. He went for it and of course we had to stop him. Again the battle raged. He tried everything to get to that little car. He laid out, and there we all were again, trying to get him to calm down and walk right. I tried to give him the real M&M’s I had in my purse. He threw them in anger. But he didn’t win this battle either.

Again I had to call Dad. By the time Dad got there he started to calm down. We left to my car in a hurry. Now I feared the lesson he was learning was that if he wanted to see his Dad all he had to do was lay out and have a huge fit.

Hello Square One, it’s us,  again.

The next week went by with no incident. Then the next one, and the next one. His teacher kept me updated everyday about how he was doing. He was spending little chunks of time in the classroom and out of the little blue room. He was eating lunch in the cafeteria with everyone else. More weeks went by and now he is NOT in the little blue room at all.

She did it! Tiger did it!

These days he can’t wait to get to school. He is happy. He doesn’t injure himself like he used to. He’s learning and he’s being social.

Now about that little blue room. The teachers at the Odessa schools called the Plano teachers back when they were having lots of trouble with his behavior. It turns out that Plano kept my son isolated in their little blue room most every day, for several hours a day, for two years.  THAT is why we couldn’t drop in whenever we wanted. That is why he hated school.

I hope Tiger can forgive me for not being more strong willed and for not being more diligent. I really had no idea his teachers  would or could do such a thing. They made me believe it was his problem.

Thank God we moved here.

Why I am not particularly mad at Denis Leary

Denis Leary is an A**hole. He said so himself. He makes money being an A**hole. I would go as far as to say he really, really enjoys being an A**hole.

I’ve known he was an A**hole for many years and that is probably why it was no surprise to me that he had this to say about Autism:

“There is a huge boom in autism right now because inattentive mothers and competitive dads want an explanation for why their dumb-ass kids can’t compete academically, so they throw money into the happy laps of shrinks . . . to get back diagnoses that help explain away the deficiencies of their junior morons. I don’t give a [bleep] what these crackerjack whack jobs tell you – yer kid is NOT autistic. He’s just stupid. Or lazy. Or both.”

People, he wrote a book. He wants you to buy it.  And he wants free advertising. The best way? Be really offensive. Even better, be really offensive to a group that is already worn down and heard it all before. (Michael Savage says basically the same thing as Leary.)

My son has Autism, but what Leary and Savage said doesn’t offend me in the least. I know my son, they don’t.  They see children out there that are “almost” normal. They look normal on the surface. They don’t know what actually goes on in the home.

Then they look at people like Jenny McCarthy and no wonder they are calling bull*hit. They look at quack doctors with bogus “cures” and they call bull*hit. I think Jenny is a moron too but I’m not writing a book.

No, I’m not mad a t Denis Leary. I wish he’d use better terms but, hey, he’s an A**hole!!

Why October is the best month EVAR

My birthday being at the end of the month has nothing to do with why I love this month so much. Ok it has everything to do with it!

Aside from my awesomeness, October is a really quirky month all on its own! Of course there is Breast Cancer Awareness. I’m all for being aware of the breast cancer. But I have to admit, every October I get a wee bit nauseated at all the pink everywhere. EVERYWHERE I tell you! Last year I saw it on the NFL players. Really.

So let’s take a look at all the other wonderful things October has to offer.

  • Eye Injury Prevention Month
  • Celiac Disease Awareness Month
  • Chiropractic Month
  • Dental Hygiene Month
  • Disability Employment Awareness Month
  • Domestic Violence Awareness Month
  • Down Syndrome Awareness Month
  • Halloween Safety Month
  • Healthy Lung Month
  • Let’s Talk Month – Advocates for Youth
  • Medical Librarians Month
  • Physical Therapy Month
  • Sarcoidosis Awareness Day
  • Spina Bifida Awareness Month
  • Sudden Infant Death Syndrome Awareness Month
  • Talk About Prescriptions Month
  • Apple month
  • Auto Battery Safety Month
  • Book month
  • Car care month
  • Caramel month
  • Clergy Appreciation Month (Pastor Appreciation Month)
  • Computer Learning Month
  • Cosmetology Month (National, US)
  • Country Music Month
  • Crime Prevention Month
  • Dessert Month (National US)
  • Dinosaur Month
  • Drum Month (International)
  • Energy Awareness Month
  • Family History Month
  • Fire Prevention Month (National)
  • German American Heritage Month
  • Hispanic Heritage Month (September 15 – October 15)
  • Kitchen & Bath Month
  • Magazine Month (American)
  • Pasta Month
  • Pastor Appreciation Month (Clergy Appreciation Month)
  • Pickled Pepper Month
  • Pizza Month (National
  • Polish-American Heritage Month
  • Popcorn Poppin’ Month (National)
  • Pretzel Month
  • Rollerskating Month
  • Sarcastic Awareness Month
  • Sausage Month
  • Seafood Month
  • Stamp Collecting Month (US National)
  • UNICEF Month
  • Vegetarian Month
  • I’m Exhausted from all my awareness month!!

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