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Monday, August 23, 2010

HIGHEST AND BEST

  One of my children (I won't say which one) was doing something that I considered inappropiate. I asked him why he was doing it and the response was "Because I can". Now I have actually gotten that response more than once and never find it amusing.  I usually respond with a motherly, "I dont like it, stop it".  Sometimes with results and sometimes not.
  Now this week, with all the Mosque turmoil going on, once again I am hearing the "Because I Can" echoing through the debate. So I thought I would just sit down and write my take on the situation.
  I think there is a confusion going on between rights and responsibility. Sure, the Muslims have a "right" to have their Mosque two blocks from ground zero if they wish. Sure, some would say Iman Rauf is a nice guy and out to promote a new age Muslim center with the best of intentions.  But is it the "best"and most appropriate thing to do.
  When I used to appraise Real Estate,  the main goal was to find the "Highest and Best Use" of a property to give it its valuation. Now a property may have many uses, commerical, residential, single family, multi-family. But there was one value that was the best and highest value for that property. And that was the value an appraiser would seek. Now a buyer might have a different value in mind and he and the lender could squabble over the value and lending rules. But my point is that sometimes having a right to something doesn't always equate with the proper thing to do. Or the moral thing to do.
  Americans tend to throw the freedom and liberty flag around anytime they don't get their way. The mentality is that, Hey I have my rights!  But is it the "best" thing to do. Will it serve the community, the nation, others? Or is it just self serving?  We see that in our nation daily. The party politics gridlock that is paralyzing our country from moving forward. Our politicians who won't make decisions based on what is best for the country, but what will serve their party or serve their re-election bid. And on and on...
  Mr. Rauf, the ball is in your court. Put the Mosque in the spot "because you can". You have the right to. Or consider moving it to a more acceptable site. It might just be the healing salve New York has been looking for. It might just heal some wounds that are open and raw. It would be a great gesture and show the Muslins really do care about Americans. Its your move....

Monday, August 9, 2010

An OLD FARMER'S ADVICE



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* Your fences need to be horse-high, pig-tight and bull-strong. 
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*Life is simpler when you plow around the stump.*

* A bumble bee is considerably faster than a John Deere tractor.
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* Words that soak into your ears are whispered...not yelled.
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* Meanness don't jes' happen overnight.
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* Forgive your enemies. It messes up their heads.*

* Do not corner something that you know is meaner than you.
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* It don't take a very big person to carry a grudge.
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* You cannot unsay a cruel word.
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* Every path has a few puddles.
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* When you wallow with pigs, expect to get dirty.*

* The best sermons are lived, not preached.

* Most of the stuff people worry about ain't never gonna happen anyway.
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* Don't judge folks by their relatives.
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* Remember that silence is sometimes the best answer.*

* Live a good, honorable life. Then when you get older and think back, you'll enjoy it a second time.*

* Don't interfere with somethin' that ain't bothering you none..
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* Timing has a lot to do with the outcome of a Rain dance.
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* If you find yourself in a hole, the first thing to do is stop diggin'.
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* Sometimes you get, and sometimes you get got.
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The biggest troublemaker you'll probably ever have to deal with, watches you from the mirror every mornin'.*

* Always drink upstream from the herd.
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* Good judgment comes from experience, and a lotta that comes from bad judgment.
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* Lettin' the cat outta the bag is a whole lot easier than puttin' it back in.
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* If you get to thinkin' you're a person of some influence, try orderin' somebody else's dog around.
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* Live simply. Love generously. Care deeply
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*Speak kindly. Leave the rest to God.* 


Don't pick a fight with an old man. If he is too old to fight, 
he'll just kill you.





Friday, August 6, 2010

           The New Playmate Feminism


Take a walk with me back to 1977. I was on a plane to Washington D.C. The plane was full of teenagers excited for the chance to see our government in action. Jimmy Carter had just been sworn in as President and the Vietnam War was over.  The world seemed to be settling down and moving forward.  For young girls it was an exciting time. College lay before us as well as opportunities our mothers never knew.  My girlfriends and I would sit around and talk about all of the things we wanted to do with our lives. Several wanted to be stewardesses and fly around the world and see exotic places. One was going to be a teacher and another dared even dream about going into the armed forces. It was still a man’s world, but we heard a few women were getting into the ROTC programs. It sounded daring and adventurous. The possibility of being the first woman to make it up the ranks and order men around gave us goose bumps. We felt liberated. We had such exciting dreams. We all talked about what college we would go to. I dreamed of getting into Rice University and studying politics. I was so excited to have the chance to go to Washington D.C. and see how the political machine worked. That was a big deal back then. I got to work in Congressman Charlie Wilson’s office for a week.  Funny, we never talked about actually becoming a senator or congressman - our mentality was still that it was a man’s world and we couldn't possibly achieve that. Maybe we could make an intern or a law clerk if we were lucky enough. But the doors were wide open, we only needed to walk through them.
But as the years rocked on, the turmoil between Gloria Steinem and the NOW movement and our generation only widened. Women wanted a little liberation, just not too much. We were the “transitional” generation. Still rooted in our mother’s worldview and the roles that were expected of us, and yet yearning to break free and discover for ourselves what awesome opportunities awaited us. We wanted to be feminine, have men open the door for us, take care of and respect us. But we also wanted an education, a career, and a family. The NOW movement wanted much more from us. They wanted to burn our bras, abort our children, not get married, and experience” liberated” sex. Gloria once was quoted saying, "A liberated woman is one who has sex before marriage and a job after”. “We weren't ready for that. It was too much, too soon.
So there we were, a generation of women, shedding our mothers’ past, but not able to embrace the feminist ideal of our future. We were on our own. But we were determined and driven. We had a lot to prove.  We pushed ourselves in both directions - trying to be as good a mother and wife as our mothers had been while embracing education and careers at the same time. We exercised after work and ran the kids around to every activity we could put them in. Tired, but our mothers were proud.
 The expectations on women were enormous, but we had made it. We had forged our own path and did a great job. We raised great kids, gave them an education, married some of them off and were looking forward to retirement. Some had paid a higher price along the way than others. Many of my girlfriends suffered through painful divorces and career losses, but we found out that we were tough, resilient, and fit. We had paved the way for our daughters to have even more opportunities than we did. They would learn from our mistakes, embrace our sacrifices, and soar to even greater achievements than we did. Or so we thought...
Flash forward to 2010. I took a walk around Market Street with a friend and started talking about the plight of today’s young girls. The girls today are liberated - but not in the way we hoped for. They didn't burn their bras, because they never bought one. They have experience plenty of sex, and are completely unashamed of their bodies. Therein lies the problem....Instead of dreaming of their futures (education and planning careers) they are the “girls just wanna have fun" generation - living in the moment. They aren’t thinking about college, they are thinking about how sexy they can look for their boyfriend, the newest Iphone app, and doing something silly enough to land on YouTube. Porn has taken over the internet, cable TV and any other means available. Women have become nothing more than sex objects. The models are thinner, tanner, and sexier. Everything is about a woman’s appearance. Botox, hair extensions, breast enlargements, lip plumping, body piercing and tattoos. To a young teenage girl, success is all about their sexuality - not their brains. They have completely embraced the sexual revolution, but can't name the Supreme Court justices or have a clue what is on the New York Times best seller list.
 Women of my generation feel pained. We worked hard, punished ourselves for every wrong, and sacrificed everything to move the next generation of women up the ladder of success and self fulfillment - Only to see  young girl right after another "trashing down".  SAT scores have plummeted, STD's are up, drug and alcohol use are up, and girls are having sex much younger and with more partners. Even sadder still, this is being seen as far down as elementary schools.
 Its horrific to hear about the young pre teen girls in Singapore being sold to pedophiles, the rape of girls in the Congo or the degradation of women and girls in the Muslim world.  We are outraged that women are treated worse than animals.  YET, here in America look what we are doing. We have prostituted our young girls for the sexual pleasure of men. Child pornography is the fastest growing type of pornography. Stroll down any mall and see the young girls dressed in provocative clothing. Read the articles in the teen magazines, sit down and watch a teen show (if you have the stomach), and listen to the lyrics of the most popular songs. An entire generation of young girls are being brainwashed into believing that their worth is based on how a man views them sexually. Not their mind, not their accomplishments, not their character. They have become slaves to a mans assessment and desire of them. How revolting.
Want to make it to the top? Sleep with a celebrity. You aren’t a homewrecker. You are now a “mistress”. Make a porn video like Paris Hilton, Kim Kardashian or as of today, Montana Fishburne and you can achieve instant fame. Our culture says sex sells. And it does.  
                Where are we headed? What will it take to turn this generation of young women around to truly love themselves? To value their futures and to make a man respect them? How can we "turn off" this over-sexing of our young girls and turn them on to education, self-esteem, and a bright future? How can we get them to once again dream of a bright future, an education, a family, falling in love?  How can we teach them values like modesty and purity (or at least a sense of class and dignity)? Teach them sex is beautiful and awesome when it has boundaries and commitment with someone you love and not a sampler platter at Denny’s. When you value something, you respect it. When you respect it, you honor it and it becomes sacred. 
It’s time we teach young women what real beauty is. The sacredness of sex. The value of a great mind. It’s time we stopped allowing men to treat them as sex objects for their own satisfaction. It’s time we teach them they are worth much more - to once again dream and plan their futures. It’s time to make a man value a woman, pursue her, adore her and respect her. Lest we want to watch our granddaughters learn pole dancing instead of tap and ballet. We aren’t that far off..

Saturday, July 24, 2010

A Matchstick Mentality

After one particularly long day in the ICU with my mom, I went outside and just sat on a bench. I needed some fresh air and time to clear my head. It can be overwhelming listening to the machines beeping, nurses scurrying around, and families pacing and praying. So I just sat there and watched the people come and go. This one guy in particular was so nervous, if he had been anywhere else I would have thought he was up to something. He reached into the trash receptacle and pulled out a discarded cigarette. Now normally I would have been disgusted at the sight. But after weeks in the ICU you see and hear so many disturbing things, this was nothing. He then walks over to me and asks if I have a light. No I said, sorry I don't smoke. I funbled through my purse, looking for a lighter I knew I didn’t have. Funny the things you do when you want to help someone. He walked off without even responding to me. He wasn’t into niceties. He just needed one thing, a light. He rolled that piece of cigarette in his finger like it was gold. A little later he saw a nurse taking a smoke break on the other side of the parking lot and off he goes headed toward her as fast as he could.

Now normally I hate cigaratte smoke. But after spending the day in the ICU I could totally sympathize with the poor man. The nurse probably had no idea how much he needed that half a smoke. Pain and suffering can wreck a person mentally and physically. We've all been there. We've had those days. It may not be a cigaratte we needed, it may have been just a kind word, a smile, a helping hand, a bag of groceries, a friend...

Matt asked me why I was writing a blog. Everyone was doing it. Mine wouldn't matter. Maybe, maybe not. I told him I wasn't out to change the world, or do anything dramatic. I just knew there were people out there that could use a light, a little encouraging word, a happy thought, a friend who cared or just knowing they weren't alone.

The Bible says in Zech 4:10, Do not despise small beginnings, for the Lord rejoices to see the work begin. Not all of us are called to be a great flame, most of us are just matchsticks. And some of us just need our flame lit. Whether you are a soft burning fireplace, a firecracker, a bonfire, or just a little candle lighting someones way, you are loved and needed.

This week I want to write about simple people who did small things and made a big difference. If anyone, even a stranger, has made a big difference in your life, leave a comment below.

Friday, July 23, 2010

The Spice of Life

I love to study people. It fascinates me. Intrigues me. Depresses me and gives me great joy. People are such unique creatures. Full of so many gifts, talents, beauty, and frailties. When I was younger I would form an opinion of someone based on the way they acted. I would assess them as optimistic or pessimistic, strong or weak, real or fake. I am a very intuitive person and would quickly see past the exterior and look beneath the surface and see if I liked what I saw. I stayed away from people who I felt were negative, critical and would bring me down. I wanted to hang with friends who made me laugh, pushed me forward and encouraged me along my journey. But as I grew older (and matured) I began to see that so many people I loved weren't always too lovable. They weren't always very happy, and could be downright discouraging most of the time. And they could have opinions and views far different than mine. My worldview began to expand enormously once I opened up and let in the good, the bad and everything in between. I learned people aren't just black and white, good or bad, but a huge blend of colors. We all have so many things to offer each other. That is what this blog is about. A sharing of ideas, religious thoughts, political views, joys, pains, and anything else as long as its not obscene. We can pick each others brains, share our sometime extreme views, fuss, but not fight, encourage, laugh, or just lean on each other. Maybe even share a recipe, a cool idea, or great restaurant. I titled it Thyme and Reason because...well.. you'll figure it out.