And the walls came down

No doubt you’ve seen the end of Jericho already.  As of March 25th, it was over, again.  We started watching it last season.  The premise seemed interesting: a nuclear bomb destroys several major cities in the United States, what happens for one little town smack dab in the middle of it all?  The 1st season was not bad, but it got worse as the year wore on.  There were fans though, and when CBS cancelled the show, those fans sent tons of nuts to CBS as a means of protesting the show’s cancellation.  So, CBS brought it back for a short run to see how it’d do.  Seven episodes were to be shown this season.  It was pretty much the only decent show during the writer’s strike, and Darc and I thought the writing had gotten much better.  The episodes seemed to be moving along more smoothly and the plot was advancing at a good clip.  The characters seemed more focused somehow.  But CBS pulled the plug once more because viewership was way down.  I don’t get that.  So many fans did so much to bring a show back – which is really cool – and then they don’t even watch the show they fought so hard for?  I don’t get it.  Was it just because no one was even watching TV with the strike going on?  Did the fans grow bored?  Did CBS not advertise enough?  I dunno.  I do know this though – I am going to miss Skeet Ulrich.  Which got me to thinking about all the celebrity crushes I’ve had in my life.  Curious?  Tune in tomorrow!      

Jericho Television show – Jericho TV Show – Yahoo! TV

10 Myths Busted – #1

I thought I would do something silly.  I found these “Top 10 Myths” in a magazine and thought I’d blog about it.  So for the next 10 Sundays, expect to find another busted myth here.   

I fell “victim” to some of these growing up, and figured you probably did too.  This particular myth was the reason I had to eat so many carrots as a kid, and now it turns out it wasn’t necessary.  As for the BRAF bombers mentioned in this article, I heard they had to eat so many carrots their skin took on an orange hue.  Now that’s taking it too far!  LOL  How about you?  Too many carrots as a kid? 

From the Family Fun Magazine, February 2008 issue.

What did you say?

See? I can speak with the best of ‘em!

What American accent do you have? Your Result: The Midland “You have a Midland accent” is just another way of saying “you don’t have an accent.” You probably are from the Midland (Pennsylvania, southern Ohio, southern Indiana, southern Illinois, and Missouri) but then for all we know you could be from Florida or Charleston or one of those big southern cities like Atlanta or Dallas. You have a good voice for TV and radio.
The West
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Boston
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The Northeast
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Philadelphia
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Hope for all of us

If this guy could do it, any of the rest of us can too, right?  Don’t give up!

New York subway worker in Hollywood’s fast lane

A Touching Story of Love and Marriage

An elderly man lay in his death bed. Expecting to die at any moment, he suddenly smelled the aroma of his favorite Oatmeal Raisin cookies wafting up the stairs. He gathered his remaining strength, and lifted himself from the bed. Leaning against the wall, he slowly made his way out of the bedroom, and with super human effort forced himself down the stairs, gripping the railing with both hands. With labored breath, he leaned against the door frame, gazing into the kitchen.

Were it not for death’s agony, he would have thought himself already in heaven. There, spread out upon newspapers on the kitchen table, were literally hundreds of his favorite Oatmeal Raisin cookies.

Was he in heaven? Or was it one final act of love from his devoted wife, seeing to it that he left this world a happy man?

With one great and final effort, he threw himself toward the table, landing on his knees in a rumpled posture. His parched lips parted; the wondrous smell of the cookie was seemingly bringing him back to life.

The aged and withered hand, shaking, made its way to a cookie at the edge of the table, when it was suddenly smacked with a spatula by his wife.

“Stay out of those, ” she said, “they’re for the funeral.”

So close!

This is so funny! I wish I had this guy’s coordination!

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Church Bloopers

How about some funnies?  It’s time to chuckle a little, crack a smile. 

 

 

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The Fasting & Prayer Conference includes meals.

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The sermon this morning: “Jesus Walks on the Water.” The sermon tonight: “Searching for Jesus.”

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Our youth basketball team is back in action Wednesday at 8 PM in the recreation hall.  Come out and watch us kill Christ the King.

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Ladies, don’t forget the rummage sale. It’s a chance to get rid of those things not worth keeping around the house. Bring your husbands.

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The peacemaking meeting scheduled for today has been canceled due to a conflict.

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Don’t let worry kill you off – The Church is more than willing to help.

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Miss Charlene Mason sang “I will not pass this way again,” giving obvious pleasure to the congregation.

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For those of you who have children and don’t know it, we have a nursery down stairs.

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Next Thursday there will be tryouts for the choir. They need all the help they can get.

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The Rector will preach his farewell message after which the choir will sing: “Break Forth Into Joy.”

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Scouts are saving aluminum cans, bottles and other items to be recycled.  Proceeds will be used to cripple children.

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Please place your donation in the envelope along with the deceased person you want remembered.

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The Low Self Esteem Support Group will meet Thursday at 7 PM. Please use the back door.

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Weight Watchers will meet at 7 PM at the First Presbyterian Church.  Please use large double door at the side entrance.

French Woman Dies

French Woman Who Sought Euthanasia Dies (The photo in the article is rather graphic, just so you know)

This story really touched me.  Once you read it, you’ll see why.  It challenges me too, makes me question where I stand on the issue of doctor-assisted euthanasia.  I have always held the belief that life is precious and should be treated that way, and that a doctor’s role in our health is to treat our illnesses, and make us comfortable when they can’t.  Doctor-assisted suicide seems to just go so totally against the grain of what medicine stands for.  Others will tell you, who better to help you with your death than those who treat you in your life?  Sometimes it seems to me that suicide is just too easy an answer for people, a convenient out for when things get tough or painful.  At the same time, who are we as a society, to tell someone they have to suffer with horrible, unimaginable pain?  Who decides quality of life?  Isn’t life, in and of itself, quality?  As a Christian, I believe that life is God given, and that suicide should not be an option for us, doctor assisted or otherwise.  I also believe that it’s a certain form of cruelty to force someone to suffer a prolonged agony, especially in the face of certain death.  We like to believe that “where there’s life, there’s hope,” and while that may be true on a spiritual level, and yes, God can and does perform miracles, the reality is He often doesn’t.  Perhaps my thinking is blasphemous, but it goes like this: if John Doe is terminally sick and wants to end his suffering, God, in His infinite wisdom and knowledge, would surely step in before John Doe could end his life, if that was His plan, right?  Perhaps I’m wrong on this.  Is suicide, doctor-assisted or self inflicted, in this instance superceding the will of God?  Yes.  Does God understand?  Yes.  While I don’t believe suicide is within the will of God, I also don’t believe suffering is either.  I do believe that God is compassionate.  And who are we to be otherwise?  While I still don’t think I can embrace doctor-assisted suicide, I think I could agree with doctor-present suicide.  Let’s face it, if someone wants to kill themselves, they probably don’t need help to do it, but I can understand wanting someone there to make sure you don’t survive in an even worse state than when you started.  But I don’t think it’s fair or right to put the doctor in the role of killer – humane or otherwise. 

My heart goes out to this woman.  I hope she found the relief she was seeking.  She touched me in a profound way, and all I can do is pray for her family.  

Romans 8: 35 Who will separate us from the love of Christ? Will tribulation, or distress, or persecution, or famine, or nakedness, or peril, or sword?  36 Just as it is written, “FOR YOUR SAKE WE ARE BEING PUT TO DEATH ALL DAY LONG; WE WERE CONSIDERED AS SHEEP TO BE SLAUGHTERED.”  37 But in all these things we overwhelmingly conquer through Him who loved us.  38 For I am convinced that neither death, nor life, nor angels, nor principalities, nor things present, nor things to come, nor powers,  39 nor height, nor depth, nor any other created thing, will be able to separate us from the love of God, which is in Christ Jesus our Lord.

A Saga of Sickness

Because I don’t really have anything to post about, I thought I’d make a journal of what it’s like when sickness strikes our house.

Almost always, illness hits my husband first. He would tell you it’s bad genetics that cause it. Whatever the case, it attacks him first, then sometimes makes its way around the rest of us. My husband had an appointment last Thursday, the 13th. He left the house just fine, and came home feeling like something had invaded him. (Interestingly, the same thing happened to him at the same place about 2½ years ago.) He knows the signs. There is no such thing as a “6 day incubation period” for him – more like 6 minutes. Sure enough, by that evening, the fever and chills, the aches and pains had hit him. He spent most of Friday in bed, and the coughing spasms struck him hard. He found some cough syrup and started drinking that like soda pop. It didn’t help much. He spent so much time coughing, that by Saturday, the pain from each coughing spasm had him screaming in agony. The sneezing had started by then too, so you can imagine how much he hurt. He tries so hard to be considerate when he’s sick too; he won’t kiss us, won’t share his food with the kids, he does everything he can to keep from spreading it to us.

Saturday night, my son started making these odd little hacking sounds – much like the sound a kid makes when they’re faking illness. We weren’t sure what was going on with him so my husband insisted on taking his temperature. It must be said that I’m much more laid back about these kinds of things than he is. Kids get sick. Unless they have a high fever that lasts more than 4 days, or they’re projectile vomiting, I don’t worry about it too much. My husband on the other hand, worries about every little cough and sniffle. It’s probably related to the things we went through when we were growing up. Anyway, when my son started that little cough, my husband took his temperature. Sure enough, he was running a low one. Not enough to worry about, but it was a sign that the sickness was spreading. My son doesn’t do sickness well. He gets upset, angry and frustrated and takes it out on everyone else. The baby, on the other hand, seems to roll with it as best she can. Last year for instance, when the kids got some sort of stomach bug, she didn’t make it to the bucket in time. I ran to the kitchen to get some wet towels to clean it up, and turned around to see that she’d taken a napkin off the table and was trying to wipe it up herself. Just 18 months old and trying to clean up her own yuck! Talk about a trooper!

Sunday morning the baby got up, and she climbed into bed with me to nurse, and promptly fell asleep again. This was not a good sign. She didn’t get up until 4 in the afternoon, and when she did manage to struggle out of bed, she climbed onto the couch and stayed there. Uh-oh. This is the child who has springs in her feet like her beloved Tigger, and she’s lying still on the sofa. Daddy took her temperature, and she was running a mild one too. We shoved some meds down her throat and she gave us the yucky face, and immediately told us she was “feeling all better!” Of course, she stayed on the couch. Some time later the meds kicked in and her fever went down so she got up then and danced around a little. Then she went and passed out on brother’s bed for a couple hours. Fortunately she’s not coughing very much. That doesn’t diminish daddy-guilt though. I swear my husband almost wept, blaming himself that his babies were sick. How could any mommy not be touched by that?

Monday I woke up with a headache. Damn! Not how I wanted to spend St. Patrick’s Day! I’d been trying so hard not to succumb! Now, how one does that I have no idea. Apparently, wishing doesn’t make it so, and sick I was. Actually, my husband forbade me from getting sick. Can you believe that? This is the 21st century! Husbands don’t “forbid” their wives from doing things anymore! Stubborn lass that I am – blame those Irish ancestors – I just had to join this party. My head was splitting and the all over body aches were awful. If I took too deep a breath, I was attacked by coughs. And the fever! I couldn’t get warm for the life of me. I have this thing too, in that I won’t take meds on an empty stomach, but who can eat when they feel so miserable? I’m not big on meds anyway – I have this notion that if I throw all kinds of meds down my throat, it somehow prevents my body from fighting whatever illness I have. I dunno – it makes sense to me, but my husband disagrees. I am usually never sick nearly as long as he is though, so perhaps there’s a method to my madness? I came out and laid on the floor for a while, torturing myself with SpongeBob re-runs that the kids were watching. Finally I decided to take a bath, a hot one. I ran the water full blast on hot, no cold at all, and still felt chilly. It took some of the ache away though, enough so that I could order a pizza. I choked down some acetaminophen after dinner and that took away my fever and aches. A cough drop helped with the cough. I’m not great, but I’m better than I was this morning. I’m afraid though – I’ve seen what the 2nd day of this sickness brings, and I’m not looking forward to tomorrow.

Tuesday, as feared, I woke up feeling worse. The coughing is worse, as is the pain in my ribs. It’s like being squeezed in a vice-grip. My son said his head felt weird when he coughed and I asked, “You mean like it’s going to explode or pop off?” “YEAH! Like that!” he cried. “Me too!” I answered, “I keep waiting to see my head bouncing across the floor when I cough.” And it’s just a cough. I mean, it’s not like it produces anything – except for my husband. The rest of us, it’s just a hacking, hard cough. I’ve been taking acetaminophen and that sort of puts all my aches, pains, and fever to a low roar as opposed to a loud one. I hate how things somehow sound “wavy” or “watery” when you have a fever. It’s like you can see the sound waves coming at you from across the room and you wait for them to hit – only they don’t. They sort of bounce around the room, muted. And my body can’t decide if it wants to be a furnace or a freezer. One minute I’m sweating like a Protestant being burned at the stake, the next minute I’m freezing like I’ve been dumped in Siberia for pissing off the KGB. Make up my mind, will ya? I can only cope with one, not this alternating hotcoldhotcoldhotcoldhotcold agony! My husband is still reeling, so much so that he had to delay the start of his new phase to Monday the 24th instead of Wed. the 19th. This is day 6 for his sickness, and he’s still in the throes of it. For me, it’s day 2 and no matter how hard I try to just suck it up and deal with it, all I want to do is sleep. The kids are on day 3 and my son seems like he’s feeling better. At least well enough to play Wii. The baby however, just sleeps a lot of the time. My husband and I have developed a new form of communication though. “How coughcoughcough are coughachoocoughcough you?” “I’m coughcoughachoocough fine.” Yeah, we’re just creative like that.

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Wednesday. The kids have been sleeping most of the time, but their schedules are reversed. My husband tries to stay up with our son, and I with our daughter. I can’t begin to describe the deep down ache that I feel today. The misery is intense. And I think I can say without any exaggeration that I have not had nearly enough intake in the last 3 days to justify … well … let’s not go there. I see you have my meaning. I’m sorry. The reality is, whatever this bug is, it sucks. Do not get it. I’m thinking I’d like a white casket, with silver trim, not brass. I’m an organ donor, so anything that hasn’t been cooked by this fever is available. The kids seem to be doing better though. My son still has a slight cough, but the baby seems to be her bouncy self. She tires easily and still sleeps quite a bit, but she has no fever. This was day 4 for them, and I’m on day 3. Will I be so lucky tomorrow? My husband isn’t. He’s on day 7 now – still coughing, still aching, ribs still sore. It’s like sickness hangs out in him 3 times longer than other people. I don’t know what I can do to help him.

Thursday. Guess what I woke up with this morning? A hacking wet cough! Yay! Just what I always wanted! Sheesh. Seriously, this is an anomaly for me. I rarely get sick, and when I do I’m only sick for maybe 1-2 days. I kid you not – this is one of the things my husband hates most about me. The kids seem to have gotten my genes in this regard though, since they rarely get sick either, a fact for which my husband is eternally grateful. The kids seem to be doing somewhat better. The baby is hopping around when she’s awake, but she is still sleeping quite a bit. My son has had a constant tickle in his throat today which is causing him no end of grief. Neither one of them seem to have a fever anymore, so that’s good news. It’s day 5 for them, and they seem pretty much done. Me, I’m on day 4, and I’m thinking I’d like yellow satin on the inside of my white coffin. Make it all sunshiny in there. I just can’t take this agonizing pain anymore, my ribs are so sore, which makes my chronic back pain even more difficult to try and cope with. I’d rather not, frankly. I’d lie in bed and cry, but it hurts too much to do that. My husband is on day 8 and I can’t tell if he’s getting better or not. He’s still coughing, still sneezing, still aching. We’re all too sick to take care of each other.

Friday. My son still has a tickle in his throat. My husband is no longer feverish, and neither am I. Our ribs don’t hurt either. The baby is fine, sleeping peacefully in her crib right now, lucky duck. It seems we woke up today and somehow, mysteriously, the sickness that has held us in it’s tightfisted grip these last several days, is gone. Yes, we’re tired and kind of achy, but it’s not the achy-ness of illness, it’s the achy-ness of recovery. We’re still a bit on the congested and cough-y side so we need to still take it easy, but we seem to be on the mend. We feel most of the way to normal. Can you say “Praise the Lord!”? Normally my husband would still be fighting something like this, and near as we can tell, he fought 2 different bugs while the kids and I fought just one. We can’t even remember the last time I was sick, it’s been that long, and I didn’t get sick last year when the kids had that stomach bug. I hate being sick, and I never understood hypochondriacs. This illness has been a bear – not a cute polar one drinking Coke® either, but a mean, nasty Grizzly bent on tearing us to shreds. The only positive side it had – if you can call anything about sickness positive – is that there wasn’t any puking. Everything else, yeah, but thankfully no vomit. Thank You God there was no vomit! Funny how you learn to be grateful for the little things, isn’t it? When I was little I thought I’d grow up and be grateful for things like diamonds, fur coats, mansions. I never thought a lack of puke would make me want to get down on my knees in prayerful gratitude. Thank You Lord that we are getting better.

Happy Easter!

 

For my Christian friends:

May you have a blessed day

celebrating the resurrection of Christ!

 

 

For my non-Christian friends:

May you have chocolate, eggs, and

bunnies to your hearts content! 

 

 

 

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Think Sprinter

Yesterday was the 1st day of Spring … except in Illinois.  This is how Chicago does Spring.  Blizzard-like conditions, below freezing temperatures and wind chills.  Niiiice, no?  I took these pictures just after 1 in the afternoon.  The 1st shot is the management office building, the 2nd is the parking lot across the street – see the headlights on the car?  That’s how dark it is outside.  The bottom picture is the flag in front of the office.  This is our “wind gauge.”  The shots are kind of blurry because the snow is falling so thick and fast, and visibility is so poor – just 2/10ths of a mile.  It’s blurry with the naked eye.  The weathermen are saying we should get around 7″ out of this one.  Ahhh, good times, good times. 

Not so Good Friday

Growing up in a Christian (not Catholic) school, Good Friday was a day off.  We didn’t have Spring vacation, we had Easter vacation.  Easter, in the Christian community, is considered the Holiest day of all, the day Christ rose from the dead.  As a child, I never understood why the Friday before Easter was called “good,” if that was the day Christ was executed.  What could be good about that?  As an adult, I understand the good that came from His death and resurrection.  I also no longer believe that the slaying of Christ occurred on a Friday. 

I was taught that the Crucifixion took place on the day before Sabbath, and since the Sabbath takes place beginning at sundown on Friday, that meant Christ died on Friday afternoon.  Math was taught at my school, and for the life of me, I just couldn’t get Friday night and Saturday night to add up to three nights in the tomb.  (Matt. 12:40 for just as JONAH WAS THREE DAYS AND THREE NIGHTS IN THE BELLY OF THE SEA MONSTER, so will the Son of Man be three days and three nights in the heart of the earth.)  Jesus Himself said that, and I knew He wasn’t confused about how long He’d be dead.  Were the grown-ups wrong, I wondered?  Was that even possible, all these people who knew more than me?  Yes, I was pretty naive.  Logic and common sense told me that He would have to have been crucified on Thursday, period.  But, if He was placed in the tomb just before the start of the Sabbath, which occurred at sundown Friday, where was the missing day?  Confusing, no?  What happened between Thursday afternoon, and Friday’s sundown?  It took me many years, but I found out.

(Num 28:16 ‘Then on the fourteenth day of the first month shall be the LORD’S Passover.) (Lev. 23:5 ‘In the first month, on the fourteenth day of the month at twilight is the LORD’S Passover.) [The first month of the Jewish calendar is now called Nisan.]

The Passover was a Special Sabbath.  It was to take place on the 14th day of the 1st month.  So, if the 14th of Nisan occurred on a Wednesday at sundown, you would have a special Wednesday Sabbath, then the Feast of Unleavened Bread takes place on Thursday the 15th, and then there was the standard Sabbath at sundown on Friday.  We know Christ ate the Passover supper, and later that night he was arrested and put on trial.  We know the following day he was crucified, and that He died before sundown – which would have been the 15th, the day of the Feast of Unleavened Bread.  (Num. 28: 17 ‘On the fifteenth day of this month shall be a feast, unleavened bread shall be eaten for seven days.) (Lev. 23:6 ‘Then on the fifteenth day of the same month there is the Feast of Unleavened Bread to the LORD; for seven days you shall eat unleavened bread.)  So, He had to be buried before the Feast began, Thursday.  It all fits nicely now.  I don’t know why I was taught that Passover had to have occurred at sundown on Friday.  In Jewish custom, if Passover falls on the regular Sabbath, it is moved up 2 days.  To Wednesday.  It’s important to note that the special-ness of this Sabbath is mentioned in Scripture.  (Jn. 19:31a Then the Jews, because it was the day of preparation, so that the bodies would not remain on the cross on the Sabbath (for that Sabbath was a high day),)  It wasn’t just your ordinary Friday Sabbath, it was a Special Sabbath during the middle of the week. 

I know, I know, what difference does all this make anyway?  For me, it matters because I believe it’s important – no, critical – to know why we believe what we believe.  Growing up, the most frequent answer I received for most questions I had was “You just have to have faith,” or “That’s just what we believe.”  I am firmly convinced that if we don’t question our beliefs, and find answers for them, then it’s all too easy to be led like sheep and fall for anything that sounds good, or feels good.  I never wanted to simply be a follower.  I wanted to know what I was following and why.  In reality, it’s not that important what day Christ was crucified on, it’s important simply that He was crucified, that He died, and rose from the dead.  But I couldn’t get past the Friday-Sunday thing somehow equaling 3 days and nights, so I had to find the answer to the question I had.  I never really did buy the Friday thing – now I know why. 

Holidays and observances in Nisan

• 14 Nisan – Fast of the Firstborn – on 12 Nisan when the 14th falls on Shabbat

Holiday observances

In Israel, Passover lasts for seven days with the first and last days being major holidays. In Orthodox and Conservative communities, no work is performed and most of the observances of Shabbat are adhered to. A Seder is held on the first day.

Pesach — Passover

Main article: Passover

• Erev Pesach and Fast of the Firstborn known as “Ta’anit Bechorim” — 14 Nisan
• Passover/Pesach (פסח) (first two days) — 15 (and 16) Nisan
• The “Last days of Passover”, known as Acharon shel Pesach, are also a holiday commemorating K’riat Yam Suf, the Passage of the Red Sea. — 21 (and 22) Nisan
• The semi-holiday days between the “first days” and the “last days” of Passover are known as Chol Hamo’ed, referred to as the “Intermediate days”.

Pesach (Passover) commemorates the liberation of the Israelite slaves from Egypt. No leavened food is eaten during the week of Pesach, in commemoration of the fact that the Jews left Egypt so quickly that their bread did not have enough time to rise.

The first seder begins at sundown on the 15th of Nisan, and the second seder is held on the night of the 16th of Nisan. On the second night, Jews start counting the omer. The counting of the omer is a count of the days from the time they left Egypt until the time they arrived at Mount Sinai.

 

 

 

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Spring is here!

At 1:48 AM Eastern Time it is officially SPRING!  Woo!

Winter is over!  At last! 

 

 

 

http://www.infoplease.com/spot/riteofspring1.html

http://www.hermetic.ch/cal_sw/ve/ve.htm

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What’s that smell?

Okay, maybe it’s just me, but when I saw this article Actors who look like they smell bad I could only assume that the writer didn’t have brothers, or sons. I have heard some women complain about “man smell” in the past, and I guess I just don’t get it. Sure, I get the whole BO thing, and no, I can’t say I care for that – in anyone, male or female. I once had a customer at a store I worked in who smelled so bad I had to hold my breath while I waited on her. And she was at least 3′ away from me at all times on the other side of the counter. I had no idea if her condition was brought on by lack of hygiene or something medical, but for some reason I just felt sorry for her.

Sometimes men just look like men. It’s as simple as that, and it kind of bugs me when women try to “prettify” the men in their lives. I really don’t care for the whole “metrosexual” look that seems to be so popular now. What’s wrong with a man being a man? They get facial hair (yay!), they get a little sweaty sometimes, sometimes their hair gets messy. So? Can’t we just let men be men sometimes? I can absolutely forgive their lapses into scruffiness, because when they have a mind to, they do tend to clean up pretty nicely.

 

 

 

 

 

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Gun Control and the Supreme Court

UPDATE - You can find some interesting comments on this issue over on John Lott’s blog.  Also, here is a copy of the argument presented to the Supreme Court.   

I saw this Gun Control and the Supreme Court in the news and was greatly disturbed.  I have believed in the 2nd Amendment all my life, in my right to keep and bear arms. 

“Amendment 2 – Right to Bear Arms. Ratified 12/15/1791. Note

A well regulated Militia, being necessary to the security of a free State, the right of the people to keep and bear Arms, shall not be infringed.”

Gun control laws appall me.  I know there are those who use them in the protest against gun violence, and I am certainly not an advocate for violence of any sort.  I have often wondered if those who are pro gun-control believe that those who oppose them are somehow for violence on any level.  I can assure you that those who believe in their right to keep and bear arms are just as appalled at the violence that thrives in our nation just as much, if not more so, than anyone else.  It is that very sense of horror that propels us to protect our right to arm ourselves.  Frankly, I’m tired of 2nd Amendment advocates being portrayed as uneducated, unenlightened, murderous idiots.  We simply know that – especially in today’s society – the unarmed one is a victim, often a dead one, and we want the right to protect ourselves. 

We have more gun laws on the books today than we know what to do with.  Amazingly, crimes involving guns in places where gun-control laws are in effect haven’t gone down, they’ve gone up.  The reverse is true in places that allow people to arm themselves.  Hasn’t it been proved enough already that gun control laws don’t work?

If you are interested in checking this out further, please visit some of the links below.

1. http://www.junkscience.com/news2/moreguns.htm
2. http://www.justfacts.com/guncontrol.asp
3. http://www.press.uchicago.edu/Misc/Chicago/493636.html
4. http://www.strike-the-root.com/3/chapin/chapin10.html  
5. http://www.johnlott.org/
6. http://johnrlott.blogspot.com/
7. http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/0226493636/avsearch-20/102-0160115-1476958

 

 

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