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BACK TO THE CAVES WE GO~

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.

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

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

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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!

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Everyday A RESOLUTION~

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  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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All That Glitters~

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Well today is <3's day . You know the day everybody supposedly is supposed to celebrate their true loves with diamonds and chocolates and flowers. My husband and I are a bit of an odd couple I guess. We don't really DO Valentine's . I've always told people , "He shows me he loves me everyday, he doesn't need a holiday for an excuse." I do admit, he spoils me terribly. But not in the way that you would think. I guess I'm a bit odd too, in the fact that I'm not a jewelry person. I never have gotten people's fascination with diamonds. I've seen the shiny cases full of every type of ring, bracelet, bead and bauble. They glitter, and drive some of my girlfriends into the craziest state , causing them to say things to or about their husband like , "He'd better bring home jewelry , if he knows what's good for him. " Or , "I expect a ring at least!" all said in a serious manner. But, I mean they're ROCKS , people! They come up out of the ground just like any other kind of rock. Sure , they're polished up to look all gorgeous, but it's STILL just a ROCK. So I'm not a blingy girl. So does he bring me flowers ? Dozens of bouquets of velvety cut roses? No. I'm not really into that either. If he WERE going to buy me a rose, I'd prefer a live one you could plant in the yard and see bloom every year. But no, that's not how he spoils me. So what do I get from hubs that I think is better than the most expensive tiny thing in that famous turquoise box? After all , all that glitters is NOT gold. Treasure for me is found someplace else entirely. Books. I got BOOKS. Two fat hardbacks and a paperback. When I found them and said , "I can't choose! Should I get the Clive Cussler or the new Star Wars novel?" He said , "Why choose? ?" So don't turn me loose in Tiffany's or Xales . Give me Books a Million or the book aisle in Wal Mart , cause I think a 400 page novel beats a diamond bracelet any day of the week.

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29 Days~

Today is the first day of February.  I know the 14th is Valentine’s Day, and that is the “traditional” day to give gifts , cards, and sentiments.  But in case you haven’t noticed, I ‘m not much for tradition just for the sake of it.  I like to do things differently, so I’ve decided for every day in February I would write about something that I love or appreciate in those I have in my life.

I’m going to start off with my husband of 15 years.  I guess the first thing I want to say is when he said in sickness and in health, the poor man definitely did NOT know what he was getting himself in for!  In our 15 year together, I have had 5 surgeries, spent many , many weeks in the hospital, had literally HUNDREDS of doctor’s visits, been in a wheelchair, used a walker, been unable to drive or care for myself for weeks at a time, unable to cook, clean, do laundry , and basically just been of no physical use to anyone for long periods. I ‘ve ballooned up to nearly 200 pounds and temporarily lost a lot of my hair.  Without complaint he has held my hand while I was in tremendous pain, held my head while I vomited, and just held me while I cried.  He has pushed me in a wheelchair up and down the hallways and sidewalks of Children’s Hospital, when our son was hospitalized there after his premature birth.  He has worked at crummy jobs just so we have money to eat, and pay bills.

All this from a man who never set out to get married, or have children of his own.  When the going got tough, he didn’t give in, give up , or give out.  He never said once that he was sorry for marrying me, or that this was not what he signed up for.  He has never said that anything was too hard, or been anything less than supportive.  He never tells me “Why can’t you just get over this?”, or  “This is your fault.”

So for anyone who says that there is no real love left in this world, I would have to say you’re wrong.  I have seen real love.  I have had the privilege of living with it every day , in every moment, for the last 15 years of my life.

And even though these words would never be enough to show it, I want to say them anyway.  “I love you .  And for all you ‘ve done, thanks , babe.”