This link isn’t working at the moment but it may later
Here is a link to another blog, hopefully their link works to link to Jenhatmaker blog
The author’s facebook fan page
The emails coming in for All Of The Things – class gift, end of year letters, luncheon signup, party supplies, awards ceremonies, pictures for the slide shows, final projects – are like a tsunami of doom. They are endless. I mean, they will never ever end. There is no end of it. I will never finish and turn it all in and get it to the (correct) Room Mom and get it all emailed and I am pretty sure the final week of school will never be over and this is the end for me.
“You don’t have to do all that, you know. Just blow it off.”
Me, staring blankly:
“Well, what a lovely thought you’re having there in your brain. How nice for you to be thinking that thought. I want to live in your imaginary world where my failure to do the School Stuff doesn’t mean our kid is the only one not wearing a purple shirt or didn’t have his pictures in the slideshow or didn’t bring in a handmade card for his teacher like every other student. I’ll just ‘blow it off’ and our kids can work it out with their therapists later.”
“You don’t even know about all this, man.”
So, Mom out there sending Lunchables with your kid, making her wear shoes with holes because we’re.almost.there, practicing “auditory reading” with your 1st grader, I got your back, sister. We were awesome back in October; don’t you forget that. We used to care, and that counts for something. Next year’s teachers will get a fresher version of us in August, and they won’t even know the levels of suckage we will succumb to by May. Hang in there, Mama. Just a few more days until summer, when approximately 19 minutes into our glorious respite from homework, liberated from the crush of it all, ready to party like it’s 1999, our precious children, having whooped and celebrated and “graduated” and squealed all the way home will announce:
Hey, I’m going to New York tomorrow!
Wow, I need to lighten up this blog.
I do have more on my mind than cosmetic surgeries! Sigh!
I live in a transient community. Meaning, the makeup of the community is constantly changing as some people leave and new people come in. Last year was hard and this year is harder to say good bye to friends who are leaving. Next year, we will be leaving…..
Makes me mope.
However, that’s not lightening up. I’ve sunk to reading teen fiction. Currently, I’m reading the Percy Jackson Olympian series by Rick Roirdan. I like it. It’s fun fiction with Greek gods, demigods, monsters, nymphs, satyrs and with evil plots that will destroy the world.
My oldest, has become quite the artist. He started with drawing Angry Birds and now he is working on dinosaurs. I’m so impressed. My youngest, has made it his mission to pester my oldest and not let daddy do anything for him….
Everything, is slow right now, not bad, just slow……
It’s been along few days/weeks… I’ve been yelling too much… Thinking should get back on the meds….. (Been off for 2 months or more)
Well Peppermint tore her CCL (analogous to our ACL) again…. This time the other back leg…. So now she has had surgery on both her knees….
The grand total this time was over $1,600 because while she was under we had the vet remove a large fatty tumor from her belly….
X-rays also showed the Beginings of arthritis in her hips…. She out little 8 yr old (be 9 in Nov) is just falling apart….. Sigh
My oldest loves this dinosaur documentary/saga/story
March of the dinosaurs
The story of Scar the Edmontasaurs and Patch the Troodan
Posted in Simply Not So simple
- Tagged albertasaurus, dinosaurs, edmontasaurus, herd, March, pack, patch, scar, Snow, survival, Troodan
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“So just as I grew irritated with the pro-life movement for its inconsistency and simplistic solutions, I grew irritated with the pro-choice movement for its callousness and disinterest in discussing the very real ethical concerns surrounding the termination of a pregnancy. ”
“When I explained on Twitter that a post about abortion isn’t simple enough to fit into 600 words, a guy tweeted back, “Sure it is. I can fit it in three: It’s always wrong.”
When the life or health of the mother is at stake?
In the case of rape or incest?
When a woman’s body naturally disposes of a zygote?
Meanwhile, my more liberal friends begged me not to write anything at all. It’s too complicated, they said, too controversial, too complex.
When the life of the weaker is taken by the stronger?
When one out of five pregnancies in this country end in abortion?
When places like these( Kermit Gosnell) fail to get shut down in part because we’ve turned abortion into such a political issue? ”
“I am still unsure of exactly how to do this. I don’t even know where to start, really. The more I learn, the more complex this issue becomes. But the Gosnell case does in fact point to something simple: that we are failing to care for the most marginalized and helpless among us, be they unborn children or women whose desperation sent them to Gosnell’s clinic. And we won’t be able to promote a “culture of life” until we are willing to advocate on behalf of both.
Perhaps God has called those of us who feel “stuck in the middle” to do exactly that.
What do you think?
How has your thinking on abortion changed and evolved through the years? What was your response to the Gosnell story?
And what sort of PRACTICAL steps can Christians take to to both address the complexities of abortion and actually curb the abortion rate?”
(Personally, I am pro-life, however, like this author I find myself confused)
Kermit Gosnell = sicko bastard