My son has stuck a crayon up his nose...He also likes to see if he can feel his brain by sticking both fingers up his nose as far as he can. (Boys...they are so gross!)
Because I don't have anyone who can take care of my child. I was scheduled for a physical and to enlist in 2001 when I had a car accident followed my major reconstruction done on my face after an accident with a horse. I was not able to enlist at the time and opted to continue my education.
I would...I would join any day if it meant my child would live in freedom...If it meant my choices would be mine...I would put my life on the line for my freedom of faith...I would.
My son goes to a private school, it cost around $500.00 a month. Not including uniforms, lunches, fundraisers, special projects, class room fees and contributions, school parties, etc.
Also in my opinion...if we are going to attack illegal immigrants on welfare then we should also attack dead beat parents abusing the system. Hey chances are the illegals at least have a job.
I believe our country has a balancing act to perform when it comes to illegal immigration. It's like getting married...Spouses, you can't live with 'em, and you just can't shoot 'em.
Illegal immigrants contribute widely to the US economy, much more than some might think, it's not right that they are here, it's not fair that they "use" our economy, but we can't do without them.
I did my research. It's the same price to send my son to private school as it is to put him in a state funded day care. The education is three times that he would get in a state facility.
I am a single mother. I have a four year old son. I work full time and up until now have been a full time student. I make an average salary for a administrative assistant in Oklahoma. My salary based on family size in the US is consider, Poor to Very Poor. Yet, I don't "qualify" for any assistance from the government.
With that said, I have found a way to position myself such that, I can put away money for retirement, contribute to my church, send my child to private school, maintain a low level of debt, pay my bills, and still have just enough money to do fun things on occassion.
I make a lot of sacrifices, I bargain shop for everything, and I drive a car that is reliable but not fancy by any means.
If I can do it, anyone can do it.
I believe we should kick the welfare system to the curb. Leave the responsiblity of distributing charity to the church and other non-profit civil organizations. Make people take responsibility for their actions.
Just my opinion though...you migh say I lean a little to the right.
Wendy-an international chain of fast food restaurants founded by Dave Thomas
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The History of the Name "Wendy" A lot of people will argue about whether or not the name Wendy was created by J.M. Barrie for the character "Wendy Darling" in his books about Peter Pan. Is it true? Yes and no...
Wendy of Eons Past Most of my life I thought the name Wendy is derivative of Gwendolyn or some variation of a way-way-back historical name you'd never want to assign to any young girl. This is only partially true. A Doctor of Folklore (Leslie Ellen Jones, Ph.D.) told me some interesting stuff about the names Gwendolyn, Guinivere, and Wendy.
Gwendolyn and Guinevere are etymologically related in that they are both Welsh names beginning with the element "gwen-" which means "white/dazzling/holy" and is a *very* popular and productive name element for both female and male names. (The Welsh form of Guinevere is Gwenhwyfar, "white phantom/shadow", which is an exact cognate of the Irish name Finnabhair, the name of the daughter of Medb and Aillill of Connacht, in the Ulster cycle). Personally, if Wendy is derived from a Welsh name, my candidate would be Gwendydd (pronounced Gwen-deethe, "white day"), which was the name of Myrddin (Merlin)'s sister (as in the poem Ymddiddan Myrddin a Gwendydd ei Chwaer, the Conversation of Merlin and Gwendydd his Sister). Barrie's "Wendy" was invented at a time when ancient Welsh names were becoming popular again, as an expression of intellectual nationalism. Mail from someone who does genealogical research shows that "Wendy" might have been in use before Peter Pan and might even have been a boy's name: I must admit to being annoyed when I tell people my name. They always insist on mentioning Peter Pan. During my family reseach I have come across the name Wendy twice in the 1881 census of England, one born 1840, and one born in 1880. The magazine Family History also states that Wendy, along with the names Marian and Shirley were once boys names, and that in 1797 a boy named Wendy was apprenticed to some one in Glos. And last, my own research has found references to two different emperors in China who have the name "Wendi" (sometimes also referred to as Wen-Ti): Emperor Wendi, Han Dynasty (179BC-157BC) Emperor Wendi, Sui Dynasty (541-604)
I often feel when I recall my past that I am an observer not an active participant. I view my past for a distance and critique my actions as if I were making a third party observation. Many a time I have wished when I were younger I could have had this "point of view" in the heat of the moment or in the midst of a situation. I would have seen the full picture of the situation at opposed to the tunneled monocular view from "self."
As I have grown older and become more self aware, I have come to a place in life where for most things/situations/emotions I can view from a third party observation, enabling myself to make rational aware choices as opposed to irrational emotionally driven, decisions/choices.
However, still there are times that I lose my wide angle view of situations and react instinctly from the monocular view.
I am not sure if age is what has brought on the ability of third party observation, or if it is a product of self awareness.
Setting: It's raining outside...We've just spent an hour in a bookstore reading to each other and talking about life...We are sitting in the car continuing to talk, trying to find an appropriate way to end our date. After an awkward first kiss, a little more conversation and laughter...and a second kiss...he made a comment...something to this extent...
"You have an amazing bottom lip!"
I don't believe I have ever had my bottom lip complimented before, but I am sure I blushed.
My favorite is, "I love you, up to the sky!" This is what my son tells me every night.
a close second is...
"There's a little seat behind mine in the cab of the combine, it has your name written on it."
My first boyfriend. I was 14, he was 16. It was harvest season and we didn't get to see each other because he had to spend every waking moment in the cab of the combine for this dad. The offer was so sweet.
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I wonder if I put the thing together if I could find a way to go free????
Jesus and the Sky Penquins
Today I was inspired by my son...I think I will write a book.It will be about the importance of love and faith in children.