Interesting News From the World of Politics

First of all, let me state that I am neither a Republican or a Democrat when it comes to political beliefs. There are planks in both parties that I support and their are planks that I do not support. I do believe both parties have forgotten that they should be serving the people of this country and not themselves. They remind me of the Pharisees and the Sadducees from the Bible. Both claim to be the only group that can lead their people correctly, yet both so far off from the truth.

That said, I do keep track of who my elected officials are and what they stand for. I recently received an e-mail showing clips from the most recent Republican Presidential Debate...this clip shows former Arkansas Governor Mike Huckabee answering a question about God and Creation...watch the clip... Gov. Huckabee at Republican Debate. What an answer! I don't know much about what Gov. Huckabee stands for yet, but he sure has my interest now.

On a lighter note...I lost 2 pounds over the last week...hurray for me!

Funny E-Bay Listing

This started as one of my shortest blogs....just click on the link (Funny, but real, E-Bay Item). You will laugh your head off...especially if you have kids. Enjoy! But some people cannot get the link to work.

Just in case you can't get the link to work.... This is the E-Bay item description of some Pokemon Cards a woman ended up selling for over $100.00.

Description:

I'm selling a bunch of Pokemon cards. Why? Because my kids sneaked them into my shopping cart while at the grocery store and I ended up buying them because I didn't notice they were there until we got home. How could I have possibly not noticed they were in my cart, you ask? Let me explain.
You haven’t lived until you’ve gone grocery shopping with six kids in tow. I would rather swim, covered in bait, through the English Channel, be a contestant on Fear Factor when they’re having pig brains for lunch, or do fourth grade math than to take my six kids to the grocery store. Because I absolutely detest grocery shopping, I tend to put it off as long as possible. There comes a time, however, when you’re peering into your fridge and thinking, ‘Hmmm, what can I make with ketchup, Italian dressing, and half an onion,’ that you decide you cannot avoid going to the grocery store any longer. Before beginning this most treacherous mission, I gather all the kids together and give them “The Lecture“.
“The Lecture“ goes like this…
MOM: “We have to go to the grocery store.”
KIDS: “Whine whine whine whine whine.“
MOM: “Hey, I don’t want to go either, but it’s either that or we’re eating cream of onion-ketchup soup and drinking Italian dressing for dinner tonight.”
KIDS: “Whine whine whine whine whine.“
MOM: “Now here are the rules: do not ask me for anything, do not poke the packages of meat in the butcher section, do not test the laws of physics and try to take out the bottom can in the pyramid shaped display, do not play baseball with oranges in the produce section, and most importantly, do not try to leave your brother at the store. Again.”
OK, the kids have been briefed. Time to go.
Once at the store, we grab not one, but two shopping carts. I wear the baby in a sling and the two little children sit in the carts while I push one cart and my oldest son pushes the other one. My oldest daughter is not allowed to push a cart. Ever. Why? Because the last time I let her push the cart, she smashed into my ankles so many times, my feet had to be amputated by the end of our shopping trip. This is not a good thing. You try running after a toddler with no feet sometime.
At this point, a woman looks at our two carts and asks me, “Are they all yours?” I answer good naturedly, “Yep!
“Oh my, you have your hands full.”
“Yes, I do, but it‘s fun!” I say smiling. I’ve heard all this before. In fact, I hear it every time I go anywhere with my brood.
We begin in the produce section where all these wonderfully, artistically arranged pyramids of fruit stand. There is something so irresistibly appealing about the apple on the bottom of the pile, that a child cannot help but try to touch it. Much like a bug to a zapper, the child is drawn to this piece of fruit. I turn around to the sounds of apples cascading down the display and onto the floor. Like Indiana Jones, there stands my son holding the all-consuming treasure that he just HAD to get and gazing at me with this dumbfounded look as if to say, “Did you see that??? Wow! I never thought that would happen!”
I give the offending child an exasperated sigh and say, “Didn’t I tell you, before we left, that I didn’t want you taking stuff from the bottom of the pile???”
“No. You said that you didn’t want us to take a can from the bottom of the pile. You didn’t say anything about apples.”
With superhuman effort, I resist the urge to send my child to the moon and instead focus on the positive - my child actually listened to me and remembered what I said!!! I make a mental note to be a little more specific the next time I give the kids The Grocery Store Lecture.
A little old man looks at all of us and says, “Are all of those your kids?”
Thinking about the apple incident, I reply, “Nope. They just started following me. I’ve never seen them before in my life.”
OK, now onto the bakery section where everything smells so good, I’m tempted to fill my cart with cookies and call it a day. Being on a perpetual diet, I try to hurry past the assortment of pies, cakes, breads, and pastries that have my children drooling. At this point the chorus of “Can we gets” begins.
“Can we get donuts?”
“No.”
“Can we get cupcakes?”
“No.”
“Can we get muffins?”
“No.”
“Can we get pie?”
“No.”
You’d think they’d catch on by this point, but no, they’re just getting started.
In the bakery, they’re giving away free samples of coffee cake and of course, my kids all take one. The toddler decides he doesn’t like it and proceeds to spit it out in my hand. (That’s what moms do. We put our hands in front of our children’s mouths so they can spit stuff into them. We’d rather carry around a handful of chewed up coffee cake, than to have the child spit it out onto the floor. I’m not sure why this is, but ask any mom and she’ll tell you the same.) Of course, there’s no garbage can around, so I continue shopping one-handed while searching for someplace to dispose of the regurgitated mess in my hand.
In the meat department, a mother with one small baby asks me, “Wow! Are all six yours?”
I answer her, “Yes, but I’m thinking of selling a couple of them.”
(Still searching for a garbage can at this point.)
Ok, after the meat department, my kids’ attention spans are spent. They’re done shopping at this point, but we aren’t even halfway through the store. This is about the time they like to start having shopping cart races. And who may I thank for teaching them this fun pastime? My seventh “child”, also known as my husband. While I’m picking out loaves of bread, the kids are running down the aisle behind the carts in an effort to get us kicked out of the store. I put to stop to that just as my son is about to crash head on into a giant cardboard cut-out of a Keebler elf stacked with packages of cookies.
Ah! Yes! I find a small trash can by the coffee machine in the cereal aisle and finally dump out the squishy contents of my hand. After standing in the cereal aisle for an hour and a half while the kids perused the various cereals, comparing the marshmallow and cheap, plastic toy content of each box, I broke down and let them each pick out a box. At any given time, we have twenty open boxes of cereal in my house.
As this is going on, my toddler is playing Houdini and maneuvering his little body out of the seat belt in an attempt to stand up in the cart. I’m amazed the kid made it to his second birthday without suffering a brain damaging head injury. In between trying to flip himself out of the cart, he sucks on the metal bars of the shopping cart. Mmmm, can you say “influenza”?
The shopping trip continues much like this. I break up fights between the kids now and then and stoop down to pick up items that the toddler has flung out of the cart. I desperately try to get everything on my list without adding too many other goodies to the carts.
Somehow I manage to complete my shopping in under four hours and head for the check-outs where my kids start in on a chorus of, “Can we have candy?” What evil minded person decided it would be a good idea to put a display of candy in the check-out lanes, right at a child’s eye level? Obviously someone who has never been shopping with children.
As I unload the carts, I notice many extra items that my kids have sneaked in the carts unbeknownst to me. I remove a box of Twinkies, a package of cupcakes, a bag of candy, and a can of cat food (we don’t even have a cat!). I somehow missed the box of Pokemon cards however and ended up purchasing them unbeknownst to me. As I pay for my purchases, the clerk looks at me, indicates my kids, and asks, “Are they all yours?”
Frustrated, exhausted from my trip, sick to my stomach from writing out a check for $289.53, dreading unloading all the groceries and putting them away and tired of hearing that question, I look at the clerk and answer her in my most sarcastic voice, “No. They’re not mine. I just go around the neighborhood gathering up kids to take to the grocery store because it’s so much more fun that way.”
So, up for auction is an opened (they ripped open the box on the way home from the store) package of Pokemon cards. There are 44 cards total. They're in perfect condition, as I took them away from the kiddos as soon as we got home from the store. Many of them say "Energy". I tried carrying them around with me, but they didn't work. I definitely didn't have any more energy than usual. One of them is shiny. There are a few creature-like things on many of them. One is called Pupitar. Hee hee hee Pupitar! (Oh no! My kids' sense of humor is rubbing off on me!) Anyway, I don't there's anything special about any of these cards, but I'm very much not an authority on Pokemon cards. I just know that I'm not letting my kids keep these as a reward for their sneakiness.
Shipping is FREE on this item. Insurance is optional, but once I drop the package at the post office, it is no longer my responsibility. For example, if my son decides to pour a bottle of glue into the envelope, or my daughter spills a glass of juice on the package, that’s my responsibility and I will fully refund your money. If, however, I take the envelope to the post office and a disgruntled mail carrier sets fire to it, a pack of wild dogs rip into it, or a mail sorting machine shreds it, it’s out of my hands, so you may want to add insurance. I will leave feedback for you as soon as I’ve received your payment. I will be happy to combine shipping on multiple items won within three days. This comes from a smoke-free, pet-free, child-filled home. Please ask me any questions before placing your bid. Happy bidding! :)

We're Not Gonna' Take It!

Ok, so the title is another hokey attempt at paying homage to an 80's song, this one by Twisted Sister, but it does fit the topic.

Have you ever considered the meaning of the phrase "to take offense?" To take means to willingly accept something. If we "take offense" at something, we are willingly taking upon ourselves hurts/pain we feel somebody intended to inflict on us. We are taking offense at their actions. We are letting their actions towards us hurt us and cause us pain. We don't have to take it. It is a choice. We are free to refuse to be hurt by spiteful remarks or malicious actions toward us. The entire matter of unnecessary grief truly rest with us. The choice of accepting or rejecting an offense is ours alone.

You don't have to permit yourself to be hurt by what anyone says or does. This choice can bring about an amazing change in your life and your attitude. It may not be easy, but If you feel hurt by someone, silently refuse to take offense or take any actions of retaliation. Do not take offense. In other words, "We're not gonna' take it, anymore!"

"What can words do to me unless I take them to heart?" -- unknown

Total Eclipse of the Heart....Just Kidding!

No, this will not be an blog paying homage to the 80's hit by Bonnie Tyler. Sorry!

After publishing my blog about the International Space Station, I received a comment regarding where to find information about astrological events such as this. After a little research I found the following sites:

For Solar and Lunar Eclipses .... The NASA Eclipse Home Page, which tells information and predictions about when the next Solar or Lunar Eclipses will happen as well as other planetary and other Solar System news. (Apparently there was a total Lunar Eclipse early this morning, Aug. 28, that I missed. The image to the left is a view of the start of the eclipse from San Francisco.)

For the International Space Station ... NASA's International Space Station Home-page -- which has all sorts of info about the ISS and it has a link called See the ISS in the Night Sky, where you can find information about when the Space Station will be visible over your area of the world.

Apparently NASA has a wide variety of information for kids and adults. They have information about Shuttle flights and possible missions to Mars.

And now for something really cool! It is a view of an eclipse as seen from the International Space Station. It is awesome!!!!

Meerkat Manor

One of my family's favorite shows on television is Animal Planet's Meerkat Manor. We love the "soap opera" style of narration from Sean Astin. Watching the daily struggles of one of nature's most amazing critters is very educational for my children and me. We learn that nature is not always friendly or fair towards young animals. Predators and other meerkat families are always posing threats to the main meerkat family featured on the show, The Whiskers. It is interesting to learn about how the meerkats take care of their families, search for food, and defend or claim their territories. It is a great family show. God is so awesome and it really shows in HIS creation!

Prayer request as well -- My children start their first day of the new school year next Tuesday. They are so ready! I pray that they have great teachers and they make great new friends. May God bless them and their teachers.