Dear Mr. Obummer...... I was wondering how it is that you can make people buy something even if it is for their own benefit (ie Health Insurance)? The government all ready forces you to buy auto insurance and then does nothing to regulate the cost.....but both are actually against the constitution, and I know you may n...ot have been born here.....but in AMERICA we go by what the constitution stands for....
Also I find it funny that you are so concerned with those who dont have insurance, most whom are borderline poor. Do you think that making them buy insurance is going to fix the economy? or maybe you just dont care and are on a powertrip. The government was designed by the people and for the people...so when so many didnt want this bill to begin with how can you sit there and say it is something for us?
Thursday, March 25, 2010
Friday, March 19, 2010
The Importance of Laughter
You can hear it in the summer breeze,
As it swirls and blows through the trees.
Over the hills and past the sun,
The sound of fun has just begun.
The shrills and giggles warm the air,
Go ahead and listen if you dare.
Ask any child and they will tell,
Its like a magical fairie spell.
It captures you from head to toe,
Then washes away all your woe.
You feel refreshed and alive,
As if agan you were five.
The secret to life, you see,
is standing right in front of you and me.
Look at a child standing by,
Right in the twinkle of their eye.
Feelings of warmth begin to spread,
First your heart and then your head.
You mouth begins to crack a smile,
Then in just a little while.
It turns to a grin from ear to ear,
Then your eyes begin to tear.
As your tummy begins to shake
Like you are your own little quake.
Your inner child now is found,
and finally you make a sound.
A deep rolling rumble,
That makes you feel humble.
It makes you feel complete,
Nothing is as sweet
and you care less what happens after,
That my friends is the Importance of laughter.
Wednesday, March 17, 2010
Why are We in a Hurry to Die....
As I was washing the dishes a moment ago, my mind started to wander as it usually does, thinking about what else needed to be washed, swept, scrubbed.....then I started to think about the email I got this morning from someone who is throwing my sister's Bridal Shower, I was asked what our traditions were and if there was anything that I would like to add to what was going to happen at the shower, oh if I could make it to the shower that is next weekend. I just found out about it a few days ago. Understandably it is an odd situation since my sister lives out of state with my parents and most of our family lives here in MA. But it got me thinking how come I wasn't the one who was planning this?? Why didnt my mom call me and ask me to help out. I feel like the entire wedding has been already taken care of and all I have to do is show up. I know that I liv out of state,but I fly for free and barely work thanks to the lovely recession. No one asked hey we want to plan a shower for Rachel and to make sure you can come what days would be good for you?
What upsets me the most is that it is my own fault, not theirs, no one elses but mine. I should have been th one to say, I am the maid of honor and I want to do this for my sister. She is my only sister and I have failed horribly. It's not something that I will have another chance to do, (at least I hope not). Once this all happens I will never be able to go back and say can we do this all over....
Then I started to think about her as a person and realized that this woman I have shared laughter, tears and life with is lmost a stranger to me. Most of what I know about her is written on her facebook page. To be honest I don't even know her favorite color. I bet my daughter knows more about her than I do. How did life go this quickly? How did life get this hecktic? The days, weeks, months, years have just flown by...like flipping through the pages of a book. Most of my memories of her are from growing up, the past 10 have been such a blur and full of chaos and busyness. The question is why? Why am I too busy, why do I give excuses like that? Why am i too busy to know who my sister is? It makes me think what else have i missed out on? What other information has been overlooked in this whirlwind called life.
My brother is now a man, my oldest is turning a decade old, I almost 30 and have really not much to show for it. I think back to when I was a kid and in such a hurry to make it to the next milstone, the next big thing.....to be 10, then to be 13, then sweet 16,then 18 then 21 and then after that life just swallows you whole. The wheels start turning faster and faster. You are in a rush to buy a car, a house and make more money and have a career. The tasks and elements of everyday life engulf your time and energy and you feel so depleted at the end of the day. You wake up one morning and realize you don't know who the people around you are, hell you don't know who you are. Time doesn't slow down any either, it is speeding faster now at this point and soon you feel like you are in a Toyota Prius that has faulty breaks and you can't stop. All you can do is look at the trees and and other cars as you fly past them on the road of life.
I so long for a pause button, so that I can just stop life for a moment, enjoy my kids, enjoy their youth,before they too are sucked into this vortex. The one questin I have is who decided this is the way it is suppose to be? Who said we had to be busy like this? Why are we in such a rush, heading in only one direction? Why are we in such a hurry to die?
What upsets me the most is that it is my own fault, not theirs, no one elses but mine. I should have been th one to say, I am the maid of honor and I want to do this for my sister. She is my only sister and I have failed horribly. It's not something that I will have another chance to do, (at least I hope not). Once this all happens I will never be able to go back and say can we do this all over....
Then I started to think about her as a person and realized that this woman I have shared laughter, tears and life with is lmost a stranger to me. Most of what I know about her is written on her facebook page. To be honest I don't even know her favorite color. I bet my daughter knows more about her than I do. How did life go this quickly? How did life get this hecktic? The days, weeks, months, years have just flown by...like flipping through the pages of a book. Most of my memories of her are from growing up, the past 10 have been such a blur and full of chaos and busyness. The question is why? Why am I too busy, why do I give excuses like that? Why am i too busy to know who my sister is? It makes me think what else have i missed out on? What other information has been overlooked in this whirlwind called life.
My brother is now a man, my oldest is turning a decade old, I almost 30 and have really not much to show for it. I think back to when I was a kid and in such a hurry to make it to the next milstone, the next big thing.....to be 10, then to be 13, then sweet 16,then 18 then 21 and then after that life just swallows you whole. The wheels start turning faster and faster. You are in a rush to buy a car, a house and make more money and have a career. The tasks and elements of everyday life engulf your time and energy and you feel so depleted at the end of the day. You wake up one morning and realize you don't know who the people around you are, hell you don't know who you are. Time doesn't slow down any either, it is speeding faster now at this point and soon you feel like you are in a Toyota Prius that has faulty breaks and you can't stop. All you can do is look at the trees and and other cars as you fly past them on the road of life.
I so long for a pause button, so that I can just stop life for a moment, enjoy my kids, enjoy their youth,before they too are sucked into this vortex. The one questin I have is who decided this is the way it is suppose to be? Who said we had to be busy like this? Why are we in such a rush, heading in only one direction? Why are we in such a hurry to die?
Monday, March 15, 2010
Life....Liberty and the Persuit to Tell People to Shut Up!!!
Last week I read about a group of college students in CA and their Black History Month celebration called the "Compton Cookout". Understandibly it pissed people off, and they are wanting the school to take action, even though there is no leagality to it. Apparently these students members of various Fraternities decided to throw a party and ask that the attendees wear clothing and the like that would make them appear GHETTO and apparently "black". I am white, and I am not going to lie, I fount the invitation a bit funny, it was something right off of SNL or a bad T-shirt from TShirtHell. Don't get me wrong, I am not racist, nor do I think all black people act or dress this way, but I do think that we have become a society that is quick to be offended and are ready to swing at the slightest noise. This has made it so people are afraid to speak their mind which is our constitutional right and one of the main ideals that formed this country. Now if they had decided to tar and feather a fellow student then they would have crossed the line, but what they did was incorporate all the sterotypes and stupid facts people have dreamed up and used them for a party idea. The way I look at it is, how upset would everyone be, if a group of college students, black or white, dressed up and had a Redneck Party? I doubt it would have even made a local headline, let alone national news. We are so afraid of doing or saying the wrong thing, for fear of stepping on someone elses toes, but we are the same people who watch comedians say what we are thinking and laugh in the safety of our own homes. Why is it ok for them and not for the everyday individual? We need to back off of each other and stop breathing down the other person's neck. We have thr right to say and do as we please within the confines that we dont infringe on someone elses right to say and do what they please, so if a group of kids want to have a party and dress a certain way let them, they aren't keeping you from doing whatever it is in life you wanted to do so just SHUT UP!
Why are the schools trying to reinvent the wheel?
Recently, well in the past year my husband and I moved back to New England after a short stint in the south. He was craving the feeling of "home" and what we thought was normality. It didnt take long for the novelty of the idea of being back to wear off. The saying, "the grass isn't always greener" couldn't have been more true in this situation, but alas 2000 dollars and 1700 miles down the road, it was a little too late to say lets go back. So troopers we are and so are our kids, we stuck it out living with family while trying to secure work and a place to live.
During this whole rollercoaster ride, the kids had to start school. Faced with the fact we hadnt found a place to live yet, we were forced to put them into the school near where we were living with family. Everyone talked about this school as if it were the greatest thing ever, (obviouly these people need to get out of the state a little more often) because the school is far from it. The building is old, which is understandable, MA is an old state one of the original 13 colonies, but the desks had to have been there since 1980 and the chairs were falling apart, the rooms were way to small for the 25+ students and 2-3 teachers squeezed in to them. Then the fun started.
About a few weeks into the year I was called while at work and informed my son who was 5 at the time, was in the principle's office. This is a kid who is loved by everyone, says please and thank you, sweet as can be. So naturally I was a little shocked by this. I get there and they say he is having a problem listening to the teachers and that he spit his milk all over the table. I do the mom thing and explain that he is going through alot, the move the staying with family, etc...we get that all over with and then we get in the car and I ask him what was wrong and why was he not listening. He tells me that the teacher said he did something that he didn't and she made him clean up someone elses mess. He gets very opinionated and voicey when he feels that he is not being treated fairly. Long story short, we haven't had any more problems but I noticed that this particular teacher would correct him and not even remember why or what happened when I questioned her about it the next day. I understand there are over 20 students per class and there is more than one teacher, but honestly they are five and unless they are swearing at you and blatently telling you to go screw, then a little hissy fit on their part is expected, get over it.
The schools in the south were so much more laid back. The kids did something they weren't suppose to, they got punished, end of story. If it was bad enough they sent a note home. I never had been called into the office unless it was because the kids were very sick. I guess the point I am trying to make is why are we constanly making more problems than needed. Why are we making things into more that what they are. A five year old is not an adult so why are we holding them to that expectation and why are we forcing them to grow up.
There is nothing for them at the school's up here anymore. No real art, or music, their recess consists of a blacktop and a slide. Swings are now so dangerous as well as jump ropes, two of my favorite things when I was 7. Then they sit and wonder why these kids act out and are disobedient and why they become troubled teens. They spend the majority of their time at school, so why are the run like a penetentary? I feel like a criminal when I pick them up? This world has changed and will continue to, but are we going to continue to safeguard our kids to the point that they no longer leave the house? I want my kids as safe as the next person, but why do my kids have to suffer because of what could happen? We can't predict or plan everything that is going to happen, and even when you do plan, there is always a wrench thrown in, so why not just live life and make school like it use to be. A fun place to learn where kids can be kids and not mini adults.
During this whole rollercoaster ride, the kids had to start school. Faced with the fact we hadnt found a place to live yet, we were forced to put them into the school near where we were living with family. Everyone talked about this school as if it were the greatest thing ever, (obviouly these people need to get out of the state a little more often) because the school is far from it. The building is old, which is understandable, MA is an old state one of the original 13 colonies, but the desks had to have been there since 1980 and the chairs were falling apart, the rooms were way to small for the 25+ students and 2-3 teachers squeezed in to them. Then the fun started.
About a few weeks into the year I was called while at work and informed my son who was 5 at the time, was in the principle's office. This is a kid who is loved by everyone, says please and thank you, sweet as can be. So naturally I was a little shocked by this. I get there and they say he is having a problem listening to the teachers and that he spit his milk all over the table. I do the mom thing and explain that he is going through alot, the move the staying with family, etc...we get that all over with and then we get in the car and I ask him what was wrong and why was he not listening. He tells me that the teacher said he did something that he didn't and she made him clean up someone elses mess. He gets very opinionated and voicey when he feels that he is not being treated fairly. Long story short, we haven't had any more problems but I noticed that this particular teacher would correct him and not even remember why or what happened when I questioned her about it the next day. I understand there are over 20 students per class and there is more than one teacher, but honestly they are five and unless they are swearing at you and blatently telling you to go screw, then a little hissy fit on their part is expected, get over it.
The schools in the south were so much more laid back. The kids did something they weren't suppose to, they got punished, end of story. If it was bad enough they sent a note home. I never had been called into the office unless it was because the kids were very sick. I guess the point I am trying to make is why are we constanly making more problems than needed. Why are we making things into more that what they are. A five year old is not an adult so why are we holding them to that expectation and why are we forcing them to grow up.
There is nothing for them at the school's up here anymore. No real art, or music, their recess consists of a blacktop and a slide. Swings are now so dangerous as well as jump ropes, two of my favorite things when I was 7. Then they sit and wonder why these kids act out and are disobedient and why they become troubled teens. They spend the majority of their time at school, so why are the run like a penetentary? I feel like a criminal when I pick them up? This world has changed and will continue to, but are we going to continue to safeguard our kids to the point that they no longer leave the house? I want my kids as safe as the next person, but why do my kids have to suffer because of what could happen? We can't predict or plan everything that is going to happen, and even when you do plan, there is always a wrench thrown in, so why not just live life and make school like it use to be. A fun place to learn where kids can be kids and not mini adults.
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