I really enjoy the music of Rend Collective. Their music personally speaks to me and their message of “Counting Every Blessing” puts things back into perspective for me when I find myself having doubts.
My sister used to post the Pledge of Allegiance on her Facebook every day. After reading a post, from a Canadian no less, commenting on our country, it never ceases to amaze me the ignorance of some people.
I consider myself a conservative and I’m REALLY tired of the liberal agenda we’ve had to endure prior to this last election. While no president is perfect and will never appease everyone, at least Trump is trying. He’s not setting race relations back to the 1960s, unlike his predecessor did. He is upholding current laws, holding people and countries accountable and showing respect to our military. Don’t like how he presents stuff; too bad. Sorry…not really…but there is nothing wrong with a direct approach to saying what needs to be said.
Just really tired of seeing people wanting to be placated or having an opinion on something that’s none of their business (*cough* Canada). Today, is one of two days per year, I don’t tolerate anything and I will say whatever I feel needs saying; filter be damned.
I rarely write political posts, but the older I get, the less I give a shit. I firmly believe liberalism is a disease and should be treated as such. I’m about to get a bunch of “hug-me-jackets and rent some padded rooms for those who get all bent out of shape and need their “safe” space.
We need to go back to live and let live. And while the (many) 20-somethings are finding out who they are, they might want to respect their elders and observe a bit before opening their mouths to speak on topics they really have no clue about. NO life is more important than another. You get what you work for so stop using excuses as to why you don’t have what you think you should.
Will I lose followers? Perhaps. Do I care? Nope! I know this post makes me sound like a bitch. I, however, know, and own, my bitch status. If you don’t like the U.S., turn off social media (if not in the U.S.) or feel free to leave from any airport or nautical port. Either way, I’m an American and I’m proud of it!
Last year, this was the conversation I had with my then, 9-year old daughter. I read it this morning and laughed all over again. You really have to love a child’s viewpoint.
Lil miss: Mommy? Do you know why we celebrate Saint Patrick’s Day?
Me: Yes, do you?
Lil miss: Yup, because we are leprechauns!
Me: Not quite.
Lil miss: Well look how short we are.
Me: *face palm*
“Sometimes we may ask God for success, and He gives us physical and mental stamina. We might plead for prosperity, and we receive enlarged perspective and increased patience, or we petition for growth and are blessed with the gift of grace. He may bestow upon us conviction and confidence as we strive to achieve worthy goals.” (David A. Bednar)
The wonderful world of social media and the special realm that is Facebook, reminds me of certain things. When I rejoined the Facebook world, after deleting my other account, I slowly started reconnecting with those friends I had withdrawn from.
One thing I vowed to do after my mother passed in 2013, was to start allowing more pictures of myself to be taken. That sounds silly, but bear with me. When my sister passed in 2012, we had all these pictures to make a memory board with. However, we pillaged my mother’s home, relatives photos and whoever else had captured the rare picture of my mother over the years just to create her picture board for her funeral.
My mother HATED her picture taken, because she was overweight. I realized I had developed that same philosophy that she had. It was very rare, I allowed pictures of me to be taken. I went out of my way not to be forever captured on film or any digital image. I shudder at the the thought if selfies would have been popular during my teen years….*SHUDDER*
Realizing I didn’t want my children to feel my insecurities, I vowed in 2013 to make an effort to “document my existence”. Today on Facebook, a link popped up to show my year in review. I had allowed my daughter to take a picture with my oldest dog, Reeses. Ironically, Reeses isn’t a fan of his pic being taken either. Guess he really is MY dog. *giggle*
As I was looking at my year in Facebook Review, via pics, I read some of the comments. The following pic, had a response on it that said, “Still making an effort to document my existence via photos.”
So here I am, summer of 2015.
I received a text from my daughter’s Ninang (Godmother) yesterday that had me busting up, so I had to share.
She has two boys, ages 5 (Joseph) and 7 (Jordan). Joseph already had confessed to his Elf on a Shelf that he was running in the house and asked he not tell Santa. It was really cute, because he told his mom that when she asked about their conversation. If he only knew. lol
Joseph had received his naughty list warning from his Elf. As any little brother would do, he sought advice from his older sibling. He asked Jordan what would happen if his name gets on the naughty list.
Jordan responded he would get coal. “What’s that?” Joseph inquired. Jordan tells him, “It’s like the charcoal dad uses in the BBQ” Without skipping a beat, Joseph adds, “Ohhhh. Well if I make it on the naughty list and get lots of coal, I’ll just give it to dad so he can BBQ!”
I couldn’t help but laugh. Joseph has one of the brightest and most positive spins on life. Not much phases this child. It was a great way to look a potentially negative consequence. Who needs a silver lining when you have a coal one?
“None is more impoverished than the one who has no gratitude. Gratitude is a currency that we can mint for ourselves, and spend without fear of bankruptcy.” (Fred De Witt Van Amburgh)