Celebrated my youngest birthday today, he’s the big 10 this year!
Celebrated my youngest birthday today, he’s the big 10 this year!
This is so disgusting I am beyond words.
“Indiana mother Kin Park Thaing may get away with severely beating her son with a coat hanger after she cited the state’s new ‘religious freedom’ law as justification for the abuse. The law says the government may not infringe on a person’s religious liberty without a compelling interest.”
My oldest son, who is autistic, had a major melt down which ended with him kicking out a window. I had to seal it off for the with insulation board. I ordered a new one and will replace it as soon as possible.
I’m glad to see common sense prevailed. One of the greatest gifts any human possess is to make judgments based on circumstances and not just on what might be written by a committee moths or years ago.
There are those who will tell you she likes to dance in the rain on warm Summer afternoons. Who will speak with kind smiles of watching her twirl and prance through the puddles as raindrops run through her golden locks, plastering them to her head. They will speak, with a tinge of disapproval, of her in her Sunday best, her legs speckled with mud and dirty water as her mother watched from the porch, laughing and clapping in time to music only they could hear.
If asked, they would tell you a different tale; for this one little girl never danced in the rain.
She danced with it.
Iconic Former Child Star Shirley Temple Black Dead at 85
Shirley Temple Black, who was one of the most iconic child stars of the 20th century, has died. She was 85.
The dimpled actress found fame at the height of the Great Depression in movies including “Heidi,” “Curly Top” and “Bright Eyes” and later served as U.S. ambassador to Ghana and Czechoslovakia.
Temple Black died of natural causes Monday at her home in Woodside, Calif., her publicist confirmed to NBC News early Tuesday.
Full Story Here
Ok, I know this is a little later than I usually post but we had company until just a little bit ago. Add to this some issues with our 14 year old… Did I mention he’s 14? Umm, yeah…
I was hoping to put together a new workflow for posting here, but I was sidetracked. I suppose I should just take a little time each day to see what I can do. I do have several other blogs I use for experimenting, so I will post any future tests to one of those.
On a different note, today has been pretty much a mess. We had more Winter weather move in leaving us with 4-6 inches of snow which has been followed by sub zero temps and winds gusting up to 30Mph which will push the wind chill to -30 or -40 degrees F.
Because of these conditions, my work shift has been cancelled. The kids are also getting a snow day so they’ll be home all day Monday.
Oh, I had the pleasure of being outside for over an hour clearing our driveway which, odds are, will be drifted in again by morning.
Oh well, at least I’ll be warm and dry tonight. 😛
Not if your homeless in New York…
(Photo Credit: AP)
Mayor Bloomberg On Homeless Girl Featured I nThe New York Times: ‘That’s Just The Way God Works’
“This kid was dealt a bad hand. I don’t know quite why. That’s just the way God works. Sometimes some of us are lucky and some of us are not,” he told Politicker, calling her plight “a sad situation.”
(Well, if this isn’t the Christian spirit we should all be showing at this time of year, what is?)
Homelessness swelled by 60 percent during Bloomberg’s term, despite his vow to reduce the city’s homeless population by two-thirds in five years. The mayor told the New York Times last year that families were staying in shelters longer because he had improved them to be “a much more pleasurable experience than they ever had before” — a quote that stood in stark contrast with Elliott’s descriptions of Dasani’s decrepit shelter, which is still operating after inspectors cited it for violations 400 times.
(Because who wouldn’t rather live in a rat and bug infested, run down building on the tax payers dime than actually have to… I don’t know, work and have a clean, safe place for their families?)
Bloomberg went on to attack the media for not understanding how good Dasani and her family have it compared to poor people in developing countries. “I think one of the problems is a lot of journalists have never looked around the world,” he said, going on to tell the reporter that “your smirk shows you haven’t been outside the country and don’t know what poverty means elsewheres.”
(Because everyone knows there’s poverty and then there is American Poverty and which would you rather suffer from. right?)
Read the full story at ThinkProgress
Editorial: Battling Homelessness in New York City (nytimes.com)
A Homeless Baby’s Sad Legacy (likeandmention.wordpress.com)
Invisible Child – Girl in the Shadows: Dasani’s Homeless Life (fromthetrenchesworldreport.com)
I once watched a television show in which they were showing how optical illusions affected children, most noticeably those who were crawling. In one experiment they put the child on a table. Both ends were opaque with large red and white squares and were connected by a piece of clear glass. The table was on a checkered floor, also red and white but with smaller squares making it seem much further away than it was. Even though the child could feel the glass and could rest its weight on it, yet the child refused to cross the glass. Even when shown it was safe, still the child would not cross. The illusion of distance became an insurmountable barrier.
With time and patience, by being shown it is possible, eventually the child will learn to cross the glass, to trust its senses and know there is a way across even if it cannot see it.
I am no longer a baby, toddler, or child. Yet in many ways this is a lesson I have had to relearn. To once again trust my thoughts, emotions, and senses. To understand, even when I cannot see or understand how, there is a way across.
I have reached a decision point, the edge of the known where I have been for so long. It isn’t comfortable or even desirable to stay but in order to move beyond this requires a leap of faith, an embracing of the unknown and trusting the glass will hold my weight. I don’t know what is waiting for me on the other side. I know what I hope is there. What I wish to find, but I will never know unless I take one more step forward.
I have seen others who have crossed the glass, who are crossing even as you read this. I have seen their stumbling steps, those moments of uncertainty and fear. I have also watched others overcome the fear and move onward. They are waiting for me even now. They have spoken words of encouragement, they have shown what is possible.
I spoke with A when I got home from work. I told her of my fears. I told her how much it hurt me to know I have hurt her and knowing I will do so again before this is over.
I told her I didn’t want to see her hurt again…
I didn’t cry, though I wanted to. She asked me not to, if I broke down she would have too. Maybe there will come a time for those tears in the future.
We both agreed I cannot stop here. I cannot go back. To do either would be more than I could bear. There is only forward from here. As she told me, I have to do what I must and of course, to take baby steps. There is still o a long way to travel yet and no need to rush. I will get there when it is time for me to do so.
For the moment I am going to work on being myself on the weekends, as long as possible each day. I will work on the things I need to get right every day for when I go full time. You see, I know it is only a matter of when, not if. I think I have known this for a long time even if I couldn’t make myself accept the truth.
There were other things of which we spoke, yet the most important is this;
Either of us could have walked away before now and yet we are still here. We are still facing this together and I think it says a great deal about our relationship.