Merry to Me

Spending the day with my four year old Granddaughter I find that over the years so many things change irrevocably, but still, some things never change. Apparently it's in the DNA.

Merry Christmas!

Courtesy of the GrandGrounded ; )

I Love You My Family. You keep me Grounded...and Merry.




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I asked nicely God....

All the pain. All the destruction. All the ugliness. All the loss in this world right now. And I pray.

So few things that keep me sane. I asked nicely in April 2016 God. But today I'm still here. Not a world I'm sure I want to be in anymore.


Dude. Don't leave me like that....

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NOWHERE to Run. NOWHERE to Hide.

We are ALL going to fucking DIE.


...that is all...

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Ah. What will we do when we run out of notes....

In Memory of Walter Becker and in Honor of Everyone who Knows this song in their Heart.
Even though we don't talk about it.

Also recently: My Father in Law died. My brother and his wife were in a serious car accident and truly could have been killed but miraculously were not...and some other stuff.
but I don't want talk about it.

Well America

Have you had enough yet? Are you having enough fun yet? Have you vilified each other enough yet? Have you slandered your neighbors enough? Have you demeaned those you disagree with enough? Have you enabled provocateurs by gleefully jumping on their bandwagons or self righteously declaring them the enemy? Which SIDE are you on? Cause you know, there are sides. There have to be sides, right? So you know where you belong. Who likes you, who do you fit in with, who is just like you? Because, you know, that's how you know who to like. People Just Like You. Right? Because it's a fuckin party, no it's 50 fuckin parties and all that matters is which one you get invited to.  So the other people just like you will think you're cool.

Can you stop for a minute and just STOP. Can you listen to each other without pointing fingers? Can you hear a point of view and not immediately brand? Can you see each other struggling with ideals and not convict each other of nefarious purposes?

Are you going to let evil win? Because what's going on here is evil.
Whose evil? Why the others of course. All the others. Because others are evil. Right? No.
Not THEIR Evil. This is evil that is real and frightening and breaks my heart. And it doesn't come from the people. Not your neighbors. Not your co-workers. Not your family. Not the lady with the sign or the guy with the bumper sticker. I don't know why this is happening but I do know it's being perpetrated on ALL the people. We The People. Not "The Other" People. We are being manipulated by puppet masters my friends. By who, you ask? Well, maybe the Other Side of course. They are, but not me certainly.

We have to stop demonizing one another. When we do we empower the perpetrators who deal wholesale in hate. When you turn on people where can they turn? What is waiting for them with open arms? True evil. We aren't all going to agree on every topic. We do need to show respect for each other. And when we disagree we should try to talk. And we should try to listen. Even if we don't really get it, if we find it hard to understand, we can acknowledge that they are legitimate, even if we don't think their views are. Otherwise we annihilate each other. Because we will. and then what is left when all of us, all our ideals, and beliefs, and values have been eradicated? Evil.

I believe without a doubt that the majority of this country is in agreement that some belief systems are reprehensible to us as a whole and collectively we shun them. WE should make it clear by every action in our lives that we do not tolerate evil and will give it no power here. Evil of every character. What I mean by actions are how we meet every person who crosses our path. How we interact. By showing consideration and respect. Love grows. Hate curls up into itself and makes you smaller. As a nation, we cannot, for the sake of our own freedoms, restrict even the most distasteful views if those with them are acting within the letter of the law. To do so is to fall down a rabbit hole of unfathomable deepness and darkness. That does not mean we defend evil views. We should blatantly reject them. It merely means we defend these freedoms. If we look at our past, really know our history, we see that hatred, vitriol and violence have not won. So why would we be using them now? Even if we are morally sure as anything that We are the ones in the right. How wide are you casting your judgment net? Are you sure you are catching only an indistinguishable school of identical ideologies? You should throw those back, they are no good, right? I saw an evil one in there so they are all tainted.

So is it possible? Can we be more careful in this country before we cast blame? Can we reach out to each other and acknowledge that different is okay. That both sides of any issue, barring extremist evil of course, have their points and reasons for their views. That an opposing view is not necessarily automatically "the extremist evil view". Do we recognize that true evil yet? The evil that is created by taking sides against each other. Can we become The People not the nemesis of The Other People?

I'm afraid I'm not sure. Here is the test. What are you thinking? Have you asked, Which people is she talking to? Are you wondering, Which side is she on?




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I Have to Say This

Even if no one is reading it. Just for clarification. I rarely get political in blog world. When I have, I have made it clear that I am registered NPA because I have never seen the party that speaks for me. I HAVE voted in every election, but one, since I was in my mid twenties. None of your business. Anyway, I do keep up with politics on a regular basis and always have.  I deeply believe in Freedom of Speech-For Everyone.
I think you should be very diligent, discerning and discriminating when processing information. Check facts-from multiple sources. In any case,

I missed it at first, because I have a life, but apparently yesterday at the Capital there were woman protesting by parading around in costumes from a NOVEL and TV SHOW. For the love of God or Whoever, READ A REAL FREAKING HISTORY BOOK.

Regardless of what side you take on the issue they were "protesting" about.

Maybe this from Websters will help.

FACT: a piece of information about circumstances that exist or events that have occurred;

FICTION: The act of feigning, inventing, or imagining; That which is feigned, invented or imagined; especially, a feigned or invented story, whether oral or written. Hence: A story told in order to deceive; a fabrication;-opposed to fact, or reality.

For Pete's sake, the word TALE is in the Title.
I read The Handmaids Tale when I was in my 20's and I thought it was Pretty Scary.

Then I grew up.


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I Think It's Time To Stop Mothering

For the first time in a very long time I have felt prompted to run to my computer for a blog post. An actual blog post about my real life and my real family. Perhaps it's because for the first time in a long while I have felt revisited as the Mom of the Perpetually Grounded.

My Littlest is no longer little. She is a 21 year old adult who graduated high school, has applied to college and is, as weird as it seems, a Retired Marine Corps. Veteran....who apparently doesn't know her address. When she was a child she resisted learning ours much to our frustration and once to a disgruntled mother, who was foolish enough to rent a limo for an 8 year old childs birthday partys, rage. I'll never forget her screeching from the school parking lot where I finally met them, Your Child Doesn't Know Where She Lives! Well, yes, actually she did. If they had listened to her accurate directions they would have found it easily enough but they didn't know that they didn't actually know where our street is. Nobody knows. It's complicated, but anyway, that is only part of this issue.

My 21 year old lives in Virginia. She has her own house. She has a boy. She has a bird. She has a bank account. She got a loan all by herself and bought and insured a car...using Our Address. As a result, and much to my stress and distress I've been getting important, time sensitive paperwork delivered here, that I then have to re-mail back to Virginia. (Just for reference, I call, she tells me to open and read mail, and then I send, email a copy or trash it according to instructions). Over the weekend she received some very crucial paperwork that needed to be signed regarding her loan. Of course I went into panic mode. I couldn't mail it till Tuesday because of the holiday, and wasn't going to spend 23 bucks for overnight but I compromised with Priority 2 day. I made sure she knew that it should arrive this morning. To be on the lookout. Because it was IMPORTANT! And I'm a mother and I want everything to go smoothly for her. Because if it doesn't I stress and worry about it. I can't stop.

So anyway. I was working at a job site today but around 12:30 I sent a text to see if it had arrived. She replied, "not yet". I reminded her to check the porch it might not fit in the mailbox. At 4:30 I was home and immediately on walking in the door checked the tracking. "Delivered in or at mailbox at 11:30", it said. So I called. Did you get it? Not the last time I looked, she says. When was that, I ask. A few hours ago, she says. Could you check please, I ask? It says it was delivered before you looked last time. I need to know if it's missing so I can report it, I Panic. I'm kind of busy doing something right now, she says. I'll let you know when it comes. So I hang up. And proceed to panic. And google what to do if it's missing but says delivered. (no answers by the way). And panic. About what will happen if she doesn't have that paperwork and it doesn't get taken care of and.. And.. AND...and a couple hours later I just know she's goofing off. I bet anything she's goofing off. I am sure she is Blowing Me Off. So...

Littlest has a Tumblr blog. I try not to look at it too often to give her some privacy but every now and then I check it out. So I hit that link. And there it was. A reblogged post entered just 15 minutes before. A video. A very special video. This Video.

And it's tagged. Do you know WHAT it's tagged? It is tagged...

IMPORTANT!

 I'm done that's what I am.





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