I was out walking with my 4 year old daughter. She picked up something
off
The ground and started to put it in her mouth. I took the item away
from her
And I asked her not to do that.

Things my 3 1/2 year old son is NOT afraid of:

1. The dark
2. Swiftly moving vehicles
3. Large dogs
4. Snakes
5. Jumping from unusually high places
6. Scary movies
7. My hand

Things my 3 1/2 year old son IS afraid of:

1. Moths
2. Flies
3. Roosters
4. Getting his haircut with the clippers
5. The bigger giant hand that hides in his closet (it is the shadow of his own hand created by holding the flashlight by the wrong end)
6. Tree frogs (only when they land on him)
7. Wooden spoon

Release

Okay, so they’ve been forcing sick animals through the food line, grinding them up and feeding them to American School Kids.
Thanks worthless Government run Public School Systems!

Montana
South Dakota
More Info

Direct Humane Society link
Humane Society

I’m off to email my district and find out if this meat was used here.
I’d suggest everyone do a little looking for themselves as well.

I would not feed sick and dying cows to my animals, And I surely would not choose to ever feed it to any kids, I expect our tax dollars to take into account this nutrition, not the the school lunches have been great for you for years.

Monday is gonna blow.

The funk is here, it’s the coldest time of the year, and the kids really have no “holiday” to look forward to that helps chase off the blahs.

What do others do in the hum drum time of year while they wait for Spring,
 and warmer weather for the little ones to play in?

I found this article while reading the news.  I agree with this mom 100%.  Nothing works better for punishment than public humility. Please, enjoy. :)

http://www.foxnews.com/story/0,2933,321239,00.html

I don’t know where this came from, but I had to post it. This is for anyone who has lost a pregnancy or infant late term.

I saw for just a moment, your little arms and legs.
The little blur they said was you, but now you’ve gone away.

I heard for just a moment, the beating of your heart.
The sound that held such promise, but soon it would depart.

I dreamt for just a moment, of the day I’d hold you tight.
I’d listen for your little breath, and rock you through the night.

I cried for just a moment, when they said that you had gone.
I laid alone in silence, that seemed so very long.

I prayed for just a moment, that you would be reborn.
Into my arms you would come and forever would be warm.

I was for just a moment, the mother of a child.
Who laughed and cried and was so happy, if only for a while.

In that single moment, when I finally said farewell.
I knew that we would meet again little baby, for time will only tell.

If one more person asks about my resolutions I’m going to bark at the moon!

There is no way in this entire reality I would be dumb enough to set myself up for failure, there are days I can’t even struggle through the laundry let alone incorporate some work out schedule, or think for one second I could quit smoking with ease. Why on earth would I promise myself and the world I could, only to feel like a miserable failure?

I make resolutions every darn day, not to be online too long, make sure I get in extra book or quiet time with the kids, cut down the TV, no cookies before lunch, you get the drift. I promise myself I’ll craft more, and worry less, only to worry about getting the time to craft.

I’m way too over the top type A for this nonsense. Seriously.

All I do know is that we’re gonna really work hard to sock away money this year. One year we did, we lived in Arizona, had about 10 months to move cross country and put down a hefty down on a house, and somehow in that time we paid not only for our own wedding, had a Christmas a flood, a move before the move and still socked away a little over 15 grand. I know we can do it again.

We do want out of here, we do want to move as soon as the housing market let’s us sell and not lose every dime we put in, our area is hit really hard right now, and the city itself is peddling backwards and losing people who even want to live here.

In the meantime we save, save, save. Sock it away in our Schwab  account, and pretend it doesn’t exist, maybe that will at least cover the taxes we’ll owe in Feb. I ache for the days of money back, even with 2 kids we’re paying in thousands a year. Being a grown up can really be very un fun!

There’s alot I want to do in the next few years, with my teenage daughter back in the mix, there will be some help towards driving expenses, and a trip or two in the future. This house still needs alot of work done. I’d like to have a family vacation in the next few years, nothing wild or over the top, just a nice resort or something. But we’ll see.

My wish for the New Year, is that we catch up and can breathe some, instead of running in our rat wheel, staying ion one place. Being middle class is hard, it kinda sticks you there unless you break out of the box, and leap in income. Sure, you have what you need, and sure sometimes you even get what you want, but the trade off is a constant feeling of one thing could ruin it all, one missed life insurance payment, or health insurance payment, one financial nightmare away from nothing.

This year, I just want to see the light at the end of the tunnel.