http://www.abortionfacts.com/online_books/love_them_both/why_cant_we_love_them_both_29.asp
Pro-life people are diverse in economic status, race, religion, and education. Yet, they are unified by the concept that all humans, especially the innocent unborn, have an inherent right to life.
Here are things I believe as a Pro-Life person:
I believe that the unborn child is human. Click
I believe life begins at conception. Click
I believe that abortion is not safe. Click
I believe that abortion is a war on the unborn. Click
I believe that the Roe v. Wade decision, legalizing abortion on demand in America, was one of the most important and devastating Supreme Court decisions. Click
I believe that a constitutional amendment should be passed that gives equal protection to all living humans, including the unborn. Click
I believe that the violence inside and outside abortion clinics is morally wrong. Click
I believe that rape and incest are horrible crimes and should be punished, but I don't believe that a child conceived from either should be killed. Click
I do not believe that the government should fund abortions. Click
I do not believe that the government should fund Planned Parenthood - the largest national supplier of abortions. Click
Being a religious person, I believe that the Bible backs up my views on abortion. Click
That is all I wanted to say....
Wednesday, May 28, 2008
Friday, May 23, 2008
Meaning of Memorial Day
Let us not forget who it is that makes it possible for us to sleep at night and enjoy a friendly, neighborhood barbeque on Memorial Day.... Take a few moments this weekend to remember. Here is a good place to start.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cbRGksthTHQ&feature=related
http://youtube.com/watch?v=1_UgbcuA1uo
Arlington
Performed by Trace Adkins
I never thought that this is where I'd settle down,
I thought I'd die an old man back in my hometown,
They gave me this plot of land, me and some other men, for a job well done,
There's a big white house sits on a hill just up the road,
The man inside he cried the day they brought me home,
They folded up a flag and told my mom and dad, we're proud of your son
[Chorus:]
And I'm proud to be on this peaceful piece of property,
I'm on sacred ground and I'm in the best of company,
I'm thankful for those thankful for the things I've done,
I can rest in peace, I'm one of the chosen ones, I made it to Arlington
I remember daddy brought me here when I was eight,
We searched all day to find out where my granddad lay,
And when we finally found that cross,
He said, "son this is what it cost to keep us free"
Now here I am,A thousand stones away from him,
He recognized me on the first day I came in,
And it gave me a chill when he clicked his heels, and saluted me.
[Chorus:]
And I'm proud to be on this peaceful piece of property,
I'm on sacred ground and I'm in the best of company,
I'm thankful for those thankful for the things I've done,
I can rest in peace, I'm one of the chosen ones, I made it to Arlington
And everytime I hear twenty-one guns,
I know they brought another hero home to us
We're thankful for those thankful for the things we've done,
We can rest in peace, 'cause we are the chosen ones,
We made it to arlington, yea dust to dust,
Don't cry for us, we made it to Arlington
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C-o9aCoeGoI&feature=related
If You're Reading This
Performed by Tim McGraw
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cbRGksthTHQ&feature=related
http://youtube.com/watch?v=1_UgbcuA1uo
Arlington
Performed by Trace Adkins
I never thought that this is where I'd settle down,
I thought I'd die an old man back in my hometown,
They gave me this plot of land, me and some other men, for a job well done,
There's a big white house sits on a hill just up the road,
The man inside he cried the day they brought me home,
They folded up a flag and told my mom and dad, we're proud of your son
[Chorus:]
And I'm proud to be on this peaceful piece of property,
I'm on sacred ground and I'm in the best of company,
I'm thankful for those thankful for the things I've done,
I can rest in peace, I'm one of the chosen ones, I made it to Arlington
I remember daddy brought me here when I was eight,
We searched all day to find out where my granddad lay,
And when we finally found that cross,
He said, "son this is what it cost to keep us free"
Now here I am,A thousand stones away from him,
He recognized me on the first day I came in,
And it gave me a chill when he clicked his heels, and saluted me.
[Chorus:]
And I'm proud to be on this peaceful piece of property,
I'm on sacred ground and I'm in the best of company,
I'm thankful for those thankful for the things I've done,
I can rest in peace, I'm one of the chosen ones, I made it to Arlington
And everytime I hear twenty-one guns,
I know they brought another hero home to us
We're thankful for those thankful for the things we've done,
We can rest in peace, 'cause we are the chosen ones,
We made it to arlington, yea dust to dust,
Don't cry for us, we made it to Arlington
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C-o9aCoeGoI&feature=related
If You're Reading This
Performed by Tim McGraw
Monday, May 19, 2008
Which One Are You ~ Girl That Weighs the Same as ME?
Oh, I wish I had seen you on that scale to see what my weight looks like on someone else...maybe it would help to motivate me to move that number down!!!
Yes, today, it happened. The scale at the gym was set to my exact weight...which means that someone had just weighed themselves and stepped off right before I got to the dressing room. Did I pass her? Did I look at her and think she was fat? Did I look at her and think...she looks pretty good? Was she still in the gym? Was she still working out...hmmmm, which one is she. I really want to know. Do you think people would mind if I asked, "Hey, are you the one that weighed "such and such"? Would it be an insult to some...would it be a compliment to others? I looked around...I wondered. I never got my answer.
But, I must say, it was so nice to see!!! Someone else here weighs the same as me!!! Well, not to brag, but I did have to bump it down about 1/4 pound to really get it to balance correctly....
Anyway, let me tell you why I was so relieved. Because for the past several weeks, as I walk into the locker room, I always am sure to make note of the scale to see what weight is left on it, if any! And, I am sad to say that it is often left on a weight...a weight that I can never imagine obtaining for myself. The first time. Some emaciated, hungry woman had left it on 112!? "Who in the HELL in here weighs 112!? Show yourself beyotch!" I wanted to shout.
Another time it was on 126! Oh, how I would love to be 126 pounds again...when was that weight on my body last? I think I may have obtained that number my Freshman year in college. (Yeah, I actually lost weight that year.) Then I porked out my sophomore year while I worked food service. I think I may have gotten back to that weight again some time in my senior year, but never again. And, I venture to guess...NEVER AGAIN!!!
Another time the scale read 116 and I went ballistic (in my head) again! I just can not imagine being that skinny! As I forced myself to take step after step on the elliptical and tried so hard not to think about how, doing this, I will be able to eat some Flamin' Hots after without as much guilt...I looked around at the fit little figures that wandered the gym amongst me and, I thought, "her and, yeah, her...oh, yeah ~ that one looks hungry, too."
There they are...those gals under 130 pounds! They must live off of oatmeal, celery and whey protein shakes... They are NOT HAPPY!
But, damn! Am I? Well, yes, I am. I AM HAPPY DAMMIT!!! I just wish I was skinnier!!! Why is that such an obsession? I don't know...when I get to the bottom of this bag of chips...maybe I will find my answer.
Yes, today, it happened. The scale at the gym was set to my exact weight...which means that someone had just weighed themselves and stepped off right before I got to the dressing room. Did I pass her? Did I look at her and think she was fat? Did I look at her and think...she looks pretty good? Was she still in the gym? Was she still working out...hmmmm, which one is she. I really want to know. Do you think people would mind if I asked, "Hey, are you the one that weighed "such and such"? Would it be an insult to some...would it be a compliment to others? I looked around...I wondered. I never got my answer.
But, I must say, it was so nice to see!!! Someone else here weighs the same as me!!! Well, not to brag, but I did have to bump it down about 1/4 pound to really get it to balance correctly....
Anyway, let me tell you why I was so relieved. Because for the past several weeks, as I walk into the locker room, I always am sure to make note of the scale to see what weight is left on it, if any! And, I am sad to say that it is often left on a weight...a weight that I can never imagine obtaining for myself. The first time. Some emaciated, hungry woman had left it on 112!? "Who in the HELL in here weighs 112!? Show yourself beyotch!" I wanted to shout.
Another time it was on 126! Oh, how I would love to be 126 pounds again...when was that weight on my body last? I think I may have obtained that number my Freshman year in college. (Yeah, I actually lost weight that year.) Then I porked out my sophomore year while I worked food service. I think I may have gotten back to that weight again some time in my senior year, but never again. And, I venture to guess...NEVER AGAIN!!!
Another time the scale read 116 and I went ballistic (in my head) again! I just can not imagine being that skinny! As I forced myself to take step after step on the elliptical and tried so hard not to think about how, doing this, I will be able to eat some Flamin' Hots after without as much guilt...I looked around at the fit little figures that wandered the gym amongst me and, I thought, "her and, yeah, her...oh, yeah ~ that one looks hungry, too."
There they are...those gals under 130 pounds! They must live off of oatmeal, celery and whey protein shakes... They are NOT HAPPY!
But, damn! Am I? Well, yes, I am. I AM HAPPY DAMMIT!!! I just wish I was skinnier!!! Why is that such an obsession? I don't know...when I get to the bottom of this bag of chips...maybe I will find my answer.
Sunday, May 18, 2008
No One Home...yet!
Well, I can not complain too much as my house is spotless, the children are gone, my husband is gone. I have the whole house to myself with not a ton to do. It is a wonderful feeling. I've got a couple of new magazines to read and my trusted DP at my side! Got a couple loads of laundry in, but that is about it. It is peaceful. There is no stress...
Well, if you don't count the fact that not a single person has come to our open house!!!! I guess there is some stress there!
Guess we will be listing it and dumping several grand into the hands of our neighbor the realtor. UGH! I don't know why, but I just hate the thought of paying someone so much for selling my house when I am the one that has to do all the work to get the thing sold!!!
Well, only 28 minutes left of peace and quiet...then I will go pick up the kids and the house will be destroyed by 5:00 PM!
It was good while it lasted, I guess.
Well, if you don't count the fact that not a single person has come to our open house!!!! I guess there is some stress there!
Guess we will be listing it and dumping several grand into the hands of our neighbor the realtor. UGH! I don't know why, but I just hate the thought of paying someone so much for selling my house when I am the one that has to do all the work to get the thing sold!!!
Well, only 28 minutes left of peace and quiet...then I will go pick up the kids and the house will be destroyed by 5:00 PM!
It was good while it lasted, I guess.
Friday, May 16, 2008
God Bless Mike Christian!
John McCain's remarks about the Pledge of Allegiance:
In light of the recent appeals court ruling in California, with respect to the Pledge of Allegiance, the following recollection from Senator John McCain is very appropriate:
'The Pledge of Allegiance' - by Senator John McCain '
As you may know, I spent five and one half years as a prisoner of war during the Vietnam War. In the early years of our imprisonment, the NVA kept us in solitary confinement or two or three to a cell.
In 1971 the NVA moved us from these conditions of isolation into large rooms with as many as 30 to 40 men to a room. This was, as you can imagine, a wonderful change and was a direct result of the efforts of millions of Americans on behalf of a few hundred POWs 10,000 miles from home.
One of the men who moved into my room was a young man named Mike Christian. Mike came from a small town near Selma , Alabama . He didn't wear a pair of shoes until he was 13 years old. At 17, he enlisted in the US Navy. He later earned a commission by going to Officer Training School Then he became a Naval Flight Officer and was shot down and captured in 1967. Mike had a keen and deep appreciation of the opportunities this country and our military provide for people who want to work and want to succeed.
As part of the change in treatment, the Vietnamese allowed some prisoners to receive packages from home. In some of these packages were handkerchiefs, scarves and other items of clothing. Mike got himself a bamboo needle. Over a period of a couple of months, he created an American flag and sewed on the inside of his shirt.
Every afternoon, before we had a bowl of soup, we would hang Mike's shirt on the wall of the cell and say the Pledge of Allegiance. I know the Pledge of Allegiance may not seem the most important part of our day now, but I can assure you that in that stark cell it was indeed the most important and meaningful event.
One day the Vietnamese searched our cell, as they did periodically, and discovered Mike's shirt with the flag sewn inside, and removed it...
That evening they returned, opened the door of the cell, and for the benefit of all of us, beat Mike Christian severely for the next couple of hours. Then, they opened the door of the cell and threw him in.. We cleaned him up as well as we could.
The cell in which we lived had a concrete slab in the middle on which we slept Four naked light bulbs hung in each corner of the room.
As I said, we tried to clean up Mike as well as we could. After the excitement died down, I looked in the corner of the room, and sitting there beneath that dim light bulb with a piece of red cloth, another shirt and his bamboo needle, was my friend, Mike Christian. He was sitting there with his eyes almost shut from the beating he had received, making another American flag. He was not making the flag because it made Mike Christian feel better. He was making that flag because he knew how important it was to us to be able to Pledge our allegiance to our flag and country. So the next time you say the Pledge of Allegiance, you must never forget the sacrifice and courage that thousands of Americans have made to build our nation and promote freedom around the world.
You must remember our duty, our honor, and our country.'
In light of the recent appeals court ruling in California, with respect to the Pledge of Allegiance, the following recollection from Senator John McCain is very appropriate:
'The Pledge of Allegiance' - by Senator John McCain '
As you may know, I spent five and one half years as a prisoner of war during the Vietnam War. In the early years of our imprisonment, the NVA kept us in solitary confinement or two or three to a cell.
In 1971 the NVA moved us from these conditions of isolation into large rooms with as many as 30 to 40 men to a room. This was, as you can imagine, a wonderful change and was a direct result of the efforts of millions of Americans on behalf of a few hundred POWs 10,000 miles from home.
One of the men who moved into my room was a young man named Mike Christian. Mike came from a small town near Selma , Alabama . He didn't wear a pair of shoes until he was 13 years old. At 17, he enlisted in the US Navy. He later earned a commission by going to Officer Training School Then he became a Naval Flight Officer and was shot down and captured in 1967. Mike had a keen and deep appreciation of the opportunities this country and our military provide for people who want to work and want to succeed.
As part of the change in treatment, the Vietnamese allowed some prisoners to receive packages from home. In some of these packages were handkerchiefs, scarves and other items of clothing. Mike got himself a bamboo needle. Over a period of a couple of months, he created an American flag and sewed on the inside of his shirt.
Every afternoon, before we had a bowl of soup, we would hang Mike's shirt on the wall of the cell and say the Pledge of Allegiance. I know the Pledge of Allegiance may not seem the most important part of our day now, but I can assure you that in that stark cell it was indeed the most important and meaningful event.
One day the Vietnamese searched our cell, as they did periodically, and discovered Mike's shirt with the flag sewn inside, and removed it...
That evening they returned, opened the door of the cell, and for the benefit of all of us, beat Mike Christian severely for the next couple of hours. Then, they opened the door of the cell and threw him in.. We cleaned him up as well as we could.
The cell in which we lived had a concrete slab in the middle on which we slept Four naked light bulbs hung in each corner of the room.
As I said, we tried to clean up Mike as well as we could. After the excitement died down, I looked in the corner of the room, and sitting there beneath that dim light bulb with a piece of red cloth, another shirt and his bamboo needle, was my friend, Mike Christian. He was sitting there with his eyes almost shut from the beating he had received, making another American flag. He was not making the flag because it made Mike Christian feel better. He was making that flag because he knew how important it was to us to be able to Pledge our allegiance to our flag and country. So the next time you say the Pledge of Allegiance, you must never forget the sacrifice and courage that thousands of Americans have made to build our nation and promote freedom around the world.
You must remember our duty, our honor, and our country.'
I pledge allegiance to the flag of the United States of America and to the republic for which it stands, one nation under God, indivisable, with liberty and justice for all.
Wednesday, May 14, 2008
Arms the Size of my Three Year Old...
Okay, so last Thursday, the kids and I stopped at Van Dee's ~ the local ice cream shop ~ for a little afternoon delight! It was a warm day and, thankfully, I wore jeans, but I also wore a sleeveless shirt - bad idea. We are sitting at a table, my three kids and I, and a "newspaper man" came up to us and asked if he could get pictures of us for the Johnston Register. I agreed, but specifically asked that he "not get momma in the pictures".
First thing he did was go out to the street to get a far shot of the Ice Cream shop and a photo of us at the table. I was completely paranoid that my "whale tail" would be hanging out for the world to see, but that he would not notice it while editing the photos and then it would show up on the cover of the Register and I would be the "butt" of jokes in the Johnston/Dallas Center- Grimes and surrounding areas for years to come. Thankfully, that did not happen...my shirt was long enough to cover my dirty little secret! (What in the hell is she wearing a thong for anyway? That girls ass is the size of Texas ~ to borrow a phrase from my friend PYi ~ clASSy, huh.)
Anyway, I got a couple of emails yesterday requesting "autographs" for the photos of the family on the cover of the Johnston Register. One from a neighbor guy whose wife would likely divorce him if she knew he even had my email address much less sent me a message (not because she is at all threatened by me, but just insecure of all women) and another from a sarcastic Urbandalite and Hawkeye fan (shout out to Traci ~ my newest reader) who had not even seen the photos yet, but got the "heads up" from her sister in the "surrounding area" of Grimes. I told them both that I would be setting up a table today in our driveway to sign copies. Of course, it would be $1 a piece to go towards the purchase of a personal trainer to get these arms in shape!
Anyway, I had not yet seen the photos, so I made a stop at Casey's and purchased a paper and there, on the cover, in living color, was my adorable kiddies and their "grandma" with her left "arm the size of the 3 year old". Oh, of course the pictures were so cute of the kids, but they really could have done without the close up of me with ice cream melting all over my hands 'cuz there was no way in Hell that I was going to have a picture of me in the paper licking away at an ice cream cone...that would definitely not be a pretty picture ~ UGH! And the wrinkles, oh the wrinkles around the eyes!!! Also, I was sporting the 'burns that bug my husband so much, but it was windy and I had to keep the hair out of my face and had to tuck a bit behind the ear...just didn't get it all back there, hence, the Elvis-like sideburns!
Oh, how I love to pick myself apart. All in all, it was a fun little thing. The kids were so happy to see themselves in the paper and we all had a big laugh over the action shot of Sammy coughing his head off - too cute! Jack and Sam both enjoyed being noticed around town by friends and passersby that had seen us in the paper!
Once again, my husband is going to feel like the "spirit of himself watching on as his family goes on without him." But, we missed him and wished he was there!
Go get yourself some ice cream today. It is a beautiful day for it! I suggest a sugar cone with chocolate ice cream and chocolate dip ~ my favorite!
Speaking of "dip", I gotta go do 20 or so on the steps to get these triceps in order for my next Johnston Register cover!
First thing he did was go out to the street to get a far shot of the Ice Cream shop and a photo of us at the table. I was completely paranoid that my "whale tail" would be hanging out for the world to see, but that he would not notice it while editing the photos and then it would show up on the cover of the Register and I would be the "butt" of jokes in the Johnston/Dallas Center- Grimes and surrounding areas for years to come. Thankfully, that did not happen...my shirt was long enough to cover my dirty little secret! (What in the hell is she wearing a thong for anyway? That girls ass is the size of Texas ~ to borrow a phrase from my friend PYi ~ clASSy, huh.)
Anyway, I got a couple of emails yesterday requesting "autographs" for the photos of the family on the cover of the Johnston Register. One from a neighbor guy whose wife would likely divorce him if she knew he even had my email address much less sent me a message (not because she is at all threatened by me, but just insecure of all women) and another from a sarcastic Urbandalite and Hawkeye fan (shout out to Traci ~ my newest reader) who had not even seen the photos yet, but got the "heads up" from her sister in the "surrounding area" of Grimes. I told them both that I would be setting up a table today in our driveway to sign copies. Of course, it would be $1 a piece to go towards the purchase of a personal trainer to get these arms in shape!
Anyway, I had not yet seen the photos, so I made a stop at Casey's and purchased a paper and there, on the cover, in living color, was my adorable kiddies and their "grandma" with her left "arm the size of the 3 year old". Oh, of course the pictures were so cute of the kids, but they really could have done without the close up of me with ice cream melting all over my hands 'cuz there was no way in Hell that I was going to have a picture of me in the paper licking away at an ice cream cone...that would definitely not be a pretty picture ~ UGH! And the wrinkles, oh the wrinkles around the eyes!!! Also, I was sporting the 'burns that bug my husband so much, but it was windy and I had to keep the hair out of my face and had to tuck a bit behind the ear...just didn't get it all back there, hence, the Elvis-like sideburns!
Oh, how I love to pick myself apart. All in all, it was a fun little thing. The kids were so happy to see themselves in the paper and we all had a big laugh over the action shot of Sammy coughing his head off - too cute! Jack and Sam both enjoyed being noticed around town by friends and passersby that had seen us in the paper!
Once again, my husband is going to feel like the "spirit of himself watching on as his family goes on without him." But, we missed him and wished he was there!
Go get yourself some ice cream today. It is a beautiful day for it! I suggest a sugar cone with chocolate ice cream and chocolate dip ~ my favorite!
Speaking of "dip", I gotta go do 20 or so on the steps to get these triceps in order for my next Johnston Register cover!
Thursday, May 8, 2008
Hazel Was Here!
Well, I was listening to Paul Harvey on the radio yesterday and he announced that the fellow that created the comic strip that was later turned into a hit TV show, HAZEL, had died.
My "Hazel" came today and left my house so clean and shiny!
I am not going to let my family be in my house for the entire weekend! That is my Mother's Day gift to me! Knowing that, where ever I am, my house is home and clean!!!
I am so grateful.
Thank you, Hazel!!!
My "Hazel" came today and left my house so clean and shiny!
I am not going to let my family be in my house for the entire weekend! That is my Mother's Day gift to me! Knowing that, where ever I am, my house is home and clean!!!
I am so grateful.
Thank you, Hazel!!!
Thursday, May 1, 2008
Do the Work!
I got this forwarded to me today from my brother, it seemed timely as I was feeling a bit sorry for myself.
I am a fool.
I have so much to be grateful for and am going to celebrate that and not wallow in the small stuff! Things could always be worse, and, for many, they are!
So down with the pity party....
God Said NO!
I asked God to take away my habit.
God said, No.
It is not for me to take away, but for you to give it up.
I asked God to make my handicapped child whole.
God said, No.
His spirit is whole, his body is only temporary.
I asked God to grant me patience.
God said, No.
Patience is a byproduct of tribulations; It isn't granted, it is learned.
I asked God to give me happiness.
God said, No.
I give you blessings; Happiness is up to you.
I asked God to spare me pain.
God said, No.
Suffering draws you apart from worldly cares and brings you closer to me.
I asked God to make my spirit grow.
God said, No.
You must grow on your own! But I will prune you to make you fruitful.
I asked God for all things that I might enjoy life.
God said, No.
I will give you life, so that you may enjoy all things.
I asked God to help me LOVE others, as much as He loves me.
God said...
Ahhhh, finally you have the idea.
I am a fool.
I have so much to be grateful for and am going to celebrate that and not wallow in the small stuff! Things could always be worse, and, for many, they are!
So down with the pity party....
God Said NO!
I asked God to take away my habit.
God said, No.
It is not for me to take away, but for you to give it up.
I asked God to make my handicapped child whole.
God said, No.
His spirit is whole, his body is only temporary.
I asked God to grant me patience.
God said, No.
Patience is a byproduct of tribulations; It isn't granted, it is learned.
I asked God to give me happiness.
God said, No.
I give you blessings; Happiness is up to you.
I asked God to spare me pain.
God said, No.
Suffering draws you apart from worldly cares and brings you closer to me.
I asked God to make my spirit grow.
God said, No.
You must grow on your own! But I will prune you to make you fruitful.
I asked God for all things that I might enjoy life.
God said, No.
I will give you life, so that you may enjoy all things.
I asked God to help me LOVE others, as much as He loves me.
God said...
Ahhhh, finally you have the idea.
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