I would like to start this post by saying, that ANYONE who knows me, knows I don’t get offended easily.  Pretty much anything , anybody says, just rolls right off my back.

However, I just recently read an article , with MEMES to go along with it, that just totally rubbed my fur the wrong way.

And once you read it, I am fairly sure you will feel the same way.

To start this off, I always thought the idea behind childbirth was to have a HAPPY, HEALTHY child. One for the parents to love, and one to love the parents.

WELL, this fella ‘ here has just set childbirth, and childrearin’ back 100 years and caused a great deal of unhappiness between women. When you read it , you will understand, and be just as outraged as I was.  Seriously, this man is half a bubble off of plumb, a donut short of a full box, and as my Daddy would say, “His bread’s in the oven , but the gas ain’t on. ”  The word chauvinist doesn’t even BEGIN to cover it.


Because apparently , those of us who had C sections are INFERIOR.


Because , apparently, we didn’t REALLY LOVE our babies, we are just selfish for making  different choice.


Because apparently , we’re just drug-addled women , who are lazy and chemically dependent.

So we have no business having doctors interfere in the “natural” process of birth, even though our children came early and would have died without medical intervention.  We’re just lazy like that.  Needless to say, I refuse to feel sorry for my childbirth experience , as my sons are 16 and 14 and are completely healthy , despite the fact that (SHOCK AND HORROR!!!!) they were both born by Ceasarian section.

So perhaps there is hope after all!




  I’ve never been a big resolution-maker.  Well, I mean, at least, not at the first of the year , anyway.  I’ve never quite understood why people assign such significance to the idea of dates.  Those are ALL pretty much man-made observances, if you think about it.  New Year’s is not the same the world over.  I am a devout Christian, but Jesus was NOT really born on December the 25th,  and Christmas really started as a pagan winter celebration regardless.  Easter is pagan, Halloween, certainly is.  Birthdays, again, a man-made ritual.  Anniversaries , the same.  Valentine’s , a day to give cards, chocolates and ridiculously expensive jewelry to the one you love in honor of a saint who was martyred. Romantic , right ? A lot of people think it odd that my husband and I don’t really celebrate our anniversaries or birthdays.  I don’t wear a ton of jewelry, and have never cared much for gifts from the florists’ shop.  We don’t make New Year’s resolutions about how we are going to “do better”  or ” treat one another with more respect” etc.

Our boys have picked up on these traditions which has made some of their interactions with others a tad unusual. What people don’t realize however is this…………….we give gifts to each other all year long. We RESOLVE to treat one another with respect every single day. We have had a lot of illness in our family so we try to make each and every day special in our lives. Why wait 6 months til Christmas to buy that sweet gift if you might not BE here at Christmas ? My husband lost his mother when he was very very small. He met me when I was only 16 and I was already extremely ill. When we had our boys he was so afraid that history would repeat itself so we promised to make memories for the boys to keep with them all their lives. We couldn’t dilly -dally around until Easter , or birthdays . Minutes counted, and still do. Now the boys are nearly grown and aren’t really boys anymore. Resolutions aren’t something that they really know about. It’s hard to explain how you want your YEAR to end , when you don’t even know what the end of your DAY will be like! But really absolutely EVERYONE’s lives are this way. They truly are. We don’t know when our time will come. It might be tonight, it might be tomorrow, it might be 5 minutes from now. You don’t have to be ill, or even old. So this year in 2015, instead of RESOLVING to make your year better, let your dreams set sail!  Resolve to start right now,  resolve to do what brings you JOY , and make every SECOND starting now , better. It will make a bigger difference than you will ever know.

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Pick a Day, Any Day~


Well, it’s January . The start of a whole new year. People are busy making all kinds of crazy resolutions that they have no intentions of keeping, and are making their lives miserable by saying things like , “I will NEVER again, ” and “From NOW ON , I WILL…” blah de blah……when it is all a bunch of nonsense. What is January anyway? I mean you know really , if you think about it? That’s all man made junk anyhow. You could make new year resolutions in July , or September! EVERY day is a new day. EVERY day you can decide to NEVER again, or from NOW ON, it’s really just a mental thing. It has just never made sense to me, why, do people let the calender dictate so much of their lives ? Oh, it’s New Year’s ! Oh it’s Valentine’s ! It’s Christmas! Life’s too short for that kind of stuff really. If I’m with my husband out shopping and he notices that I want something, he’ll buy it for me. I used to say, but it’s not my birthday or Christmas! He’d say but we might not even be here come Christmas , and I have the money now. And when we had babies, and they were little, when they’d ask for a toy , and it wasn’t too much out of reach of our expenses , he’d buy it for them. People would say well what about their birthdays ? And he’d say, “Well, who knows what tomorrow might hold?” They didn’t seem to be too spoilt for it, it was more of a matter of , their Daddy felt like it’s only money anyway, and they are only little for a little while , why let the calender dictate WHEN he could make them happy? With illness in our family being the way it is, the months of the year have never meant to much to us. And when chances to make people happy come along, no matter how small, we take them. When chances to change our lives come along we take them, no matter what day or month of the year it is. Calendars are just pieces of paper after all, so live your life to the fullest no matter what square it falls on !

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Thrown Outta’ the Village~


Okay, is it just me , or did it SEEM like Christmas started in September this year and should already be over? And is it also just me, or did the Holiday commercials SUCK in a big time way this year? I mean seriously , KMART? You think THAT’S what people want to see? I may NEVER get that image unburned from my eyeballs. I hate to sound like a Grinch, but I was ready for Christmas to be done at Thanksgiving. I normally REALLY love the holidays, and yes, I have been way more ill this year , than usual , but most of time I can squeeze a little festive cheer out for at least December, which includes my birthday AND anniversary by the way. But this time, I am just like, Oh, good gravy on a goldfish, let it be June of 2014 already. That way we are even past Easter but not yet at the 4th of July . I must be positively un -American or something. But I am sick of it. SICK. OF . IT. I just feel so monotonized by it all . Like being stuck on a terrible holiday ferris wheel. And I want off, but every time I pass the operator , he’s like , “NEEEEXXXXTTT UUUUPPPPPP HAAAAALLLOOOOOWWWEEEEN!!!!” and around we go again. It’s all I can do not to jump off the wheel and commit holiday suicide. Sheesh, Today’s Christmas Eve, and all I can find myself doing is counting how many days there are between Christmas and New Year’s and then how big a break between then and Valentine’s . I SOOOOOOOO would not have been a good pagan , what with all the festival going and what not . I’m afraid they’d have thrown me out of the local village a long time ago.

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That Time of Year~


It’s getting to be that time of the year again. The time of year when reasonably sane people lose all sense of power over their own mind and wallets. When they turn into people pushing , cart running over, that last item in the aisle is mine rabid 2 am Black Friday shoppers. Yep. It’s the holidays. I used to love the holidays. I used to love Thanksgiving and Christmas. Thanksgiving because, it meant my Daddy was home, and he helped my mom make turkey and dressing. We watched the parade, and my sister and I ironed our clothes for our churches youth convention which was the day after Thanksgiving. Dinner was family gathered around the table , and then groaning on the sofa because you ate too much while watching television. After everyone napped for a couple of hours we went out in Daddy’s old pickup to look for the perfect Christmas tree. Daddy knew all the best places to look , so we got all bundled up , took the old chain saw and headed out . A cedar tree was usually perfect, , but a pine tree would work if you couldn’t find one. Short, tall , round , oval, we had to find the exact one that would fit in the space in the living room , and Daddy was patient always. Then we sawed down , and hauled home our perfect prize. To be decorated with popcorn strings, and paper rings. Homemade stars, an gingerbread men. Candies and shapes cut from last year’s Christmas cards. The big bulb primary colored lights, and of course loads and loads of tinsel. So Thanksgiving wasn’t about shopping ,and when Christmas rolled around it wasn’t about spending the most money on gifts either . It wasn’t about people’s personalities changing into these horrible troll like monsters with Wal mart buggies determined to run over anyone in their way. Christmas was getting new pajamas , and slippers. Receiving a warm sweater, and a cassette tape of Christmas music. Christmas was going to the elderly neighbors and giving them the gifts we had bought them , always handkercheifs for him , and leather gloves for her. He was a carpenter so he hand built us a wooden gift each year. A dollhouse, a wagon with blocks, a jewelry box, a checker set, wind up helicopters, boats, amazing things! His sweet wife always made some wonderfully tasty treat on her wood cooking stove, peanut brittle, fudge, chocolate chip cookies , divinity candy, all made to melt in your mouth. THAT was Christmas. Not all this shopping. Hurrying to and fro. A party every other weekend. So called “friends” inviting you to an event every night for the holidays. NO time for the family at all. I don’t want my children to remember Christmas by the gifts they received, but by the memories they made, and maybe, just maybe, the holidays will be their favorite time of year too.

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Christmas in October?!?~

I had to run to the local Dollar Store yesterday to get a few things, and I couldn’t believe it! They already have all their Christmas stuff out! Seriously? I can remember growing up that Christmas stuff didn’t get displayed on the shelves until at least after Halloween. One of these days I guess they’ll just start leaving it out in a special section of the store all year. Maybe I’m alone in feeling this way, but when you see it for 3 straight months, you just get sick of it. And I really LIKE Christmas. But somehow seeing jack o lanterns and Christmas trees in the same aisle is just a little creepy to me .Kind of like that Tim Burton movie, The Nightmare Before Christmas. I suppose it’s good if you want to get all your shopping done super early, but I’m never that prepared. I don’t know why it weirds me out, it just does. It’s almost as if it takes some of the specialness out of it or something. So, I admit , this was a totally random post, but just felt like I had to say something about it. Am I the only one who feels this way, or does someone else think it’s strange ? Give me a holler! 🙂