… BUT. Kevin went to work, the boys are still snoozing away and now would be the perfect time for me to get my butt out of this computer chair and WRAP GIFTS.
I’m going to go do that.
But I’ll be back later(ish) will more posts because I’m so far behind, ya’ll! I need to catch up.
Here’s a cute little movie that made the email rounds at work this past week to entertain you while you wait on me …
We went to our last Christmas parade last weekend … (well, it’s not the last, but the last one that Jazz will march in and they’re so hokey [no offense Springfield], that I highly doubt we go back to see another one just for the sake of seeing another one).
We dropped Jazz off in the parking lot and waited around for them to “step off.” We happened to be parked in the lane that they lined up in, so we got a pretty good view of them as they marched past.
The band director put the seniors on the outside, so Jazz walked right past us. He smiled as he saw us. And one of his friends, a few rows back, saw us too.
“Hey Jazz,” he yelled, ” I see your parents.”
After the kids took off on their route, we drove to the end of the route, parked and walked back to meet Kevin’s parents and sister.
It was cloudy and cold that day, but nothing like I’m-so-cold-my-fingers-are-going-fall-off miserable, so we managed.
We waited for about twenty minutes before the first cop car rolled around the corner.
And then members of the military.
And then a 4×4 truck followed by girl scouts.
Then a high school band.
And a rather pathetic-looking float.
Our parades are sort of hokey, if you want the truth.
Our kids were number 19 in the line up and they finally rounded the corner:
My heart soared. I don’t know these kids, but I’m proud of them.
We maneuvered it so that we would be on the side of the street that Jazz would be on and we weren’t disappointed, he walked right past us.
And a few rows back, his friend also saw us.
“Hey Jazz,” he called out, “I see your parents again.
We all laughed.
I’m so glad that we made an effort to be at his band functions over the years. He’ll remember us supporting him and though he occasionally acts like he doesn’t care if we show up, I know, by the smile he flashed us in the above picture, that he enjoys having us cheer him on.
For some reason, I totally blanked out and forgot that my phone has a video function and didn’t take any video of the kids. But the band played the song they played when they marched in the parade at the Christmas concert and that I DID record.
Have a great day! Only six days left until Christmas!
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There are no words – NO WORDS – for what happened at the Sandy Hook Elementary School in Connecticut on Friday.
But let’s not lose sight of what’s most important here: the victims and their families. Please pray for them. And if you don’t pray, then please keep them in your thoughts and if you can find it in your heart, please donate to the community. This is a tragedy, it’s especially heart breaking when this happens around the holidays.
I’ll tell you one thing – please don’t focus on banning guns. Guns weren’t the problem, they were just an instrument in the disaster. This person, who shall remain nameless because he’s not important enough to put a name to, was sick, and I believe, in my heart, he was possessed by a demon spirit because I have a hard time believing that a mentally challenged person was THIS so far removed from reality. You can’t cure crazy – this WILL happen again. I know you don’t want to hear that, but it’s true – we HAVE TO BE REALISTIC. We live in a fallen world and there are evil people out there.
So what can we do? We can protect ourselves and take steps to make this sort of stuff HARDER to pull off. If this person hadn’t used a gun, he might have used a knife, or a bomb or … whatever. Sick people are creative when it comes to destroying other human beings.
Taking our defenses away will not stop the evil – it will only put more people at risk WHEN IT HAPPENS.
Reading articles about the horrific shooting in Conn. – here’s an interesting comment on one of the articles:
Instead of taking away law abiding citizens rights to own guns to defend themselves from perpetrators, let’s talk about homeschooling where children are protected in gun protected homes. Let’s talk about bringing God back into a hateful society that excludes God. Let’s talk about self defense and armoring schools with armed guards.
It all boils down to accountability and responsibility for one’s actions. Who’s to blame for this tragedy? The gun didn’t shoot those people, the person pulling the trigger did. You can’t stop crazy, especially in an increasingly God-less nation, all you can do is protect yourself.
I know the media are just doing their jobs, but I think they’re so disrespectful sometimes.
Morgan Freeman’s a wise person’s take on what happened on Friday :
“You want to know why. This may sound cynical, but here’s why.
It’s because of the way the media reports it. Flip on the news and watch how we treat the Batman theater shooter and the Oregon mall shooter like celebrities. Dylan Klebold and Eric Harris are household names, but do you know the name of a single *victim* of Columbine? Disturbed people who would otherwise just off themselves in their basements see the news and want to top it by doing something worse, and going out in a memorable way. Why a grade school? Why children? Because he’ll be remembered as a horrible monster, instead of a sad nobody.
CNN’s article says that if the body count “holds up”, this will rank as the second deadliest shooting behind Virginia Tech, as if statistics somehow make one shooting worse than another. Then they post a video interview of third-graders for all the details of what they saw and heard while the shootings were happening. Fox News has plastered the killer’s face on all their reports for hours. Any articles or news stories yet that focus on the victims and ignore the killer’s identity? None that I’ve seen yet. Because they don’t sell. So congratulations, sensationalist media, you’ve just lit the fire for someone to top this and knock off a day care center or a maternity ward next.
You can help by forgetting you ever read this man’s name, and remembering the name of at least one victim. You can help by donating to mental health research instead of pointing to gun control as the problem. You can help by turning off the news.”
I have to agree. We have to stop giving these sick people public attention. Because then the next sick person comes along and thinks of ways to trump the previous horrific incident and more people needlessly die.
The sooner we open our eyes and accept the fact that there are sick/possessed people out there and take steps to defend ourselves, the sooner we send a message to those sick/possessed people that if you try it, you’re going to have a harder time achieving your goal because we won’t be slaughtered like so many helpless sheep – we’ll go down fighting and defending our families.
ADDED: And for those Christians struggling with this on a faith level, maybe this will help: Where is God When Tragedy Strikes?
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Ol’ Saint Nicholas: by Doris Day
I hear this song on the Satellite Dish Christmas channel no fewer than eleven times a day.
But I love it every time I hear it.
I’ve only been at my job for a little over one year and I might end up being one of the veterans in my area very soon.
Drama. Lots of drama yesterday. I went in early for a meeting and I was probably the most vocal I’ve been, and will be, for quite some time. I don’t know what came over me but all of my frustrations sort of just … spilled out. I’ve mentioned, a time or two (or 50) that my job is stressful. And my stress grows and festers to the point that I’m often times finding myself exploding over the most stupid stuff.
A new girl started the other day. And she actually used to do the job that I’m doing now. So she mentions this as we’re all sitting around waiting for our office lead to show up and, well, lead the meeting. And this girl mentions she used to do my job.
“I’m sorry,” I say jokingly and the room laughs. “This is the most complex and stressful job I’ve ever had”. I laughed, but I’m afraid it was more of a maniacal sort of laugh.
And no one disputed me on that fact. They all know, know, that yes indeed, my position is the most stressful job among all of the front office positions. And I’ve been told, numerously, that no one would want my job.
It’s not exactly comforting to hear that.
As is usually the case whenever you have a company meeting, we went over things we could “improve” on and clarified a few things that might have been “confusing” to some of us.
And then we went back to our desks and had a “mini” meeting for just the schedulers.
Only, one of us wasn’t there. Apparently, one of the other schedulers was sent home and no one really knows why. But rumor was it was due to “disciplinary” reasons. Now this girl has been working there for years and years and as with any job, duties have evolved, technology is different and things have changed. Only, this gal doesn’t want to change along with it, so she sticks to her habits. Which are inefficient and sloppy. So, she periodically gets into trouble for only doing a half-ass job or doesn’t do it at all.
And she gets disciplined, gets sent home, comes back with a “new” attitude and does a good job until the cycle begins again. So honestly, none of us were really surprised that she was sent home – *yawn* – wash and repeat.
An incident happened between two of the other schedulers and they sort of duked it out in front of our bosses. Which, actually, was probably a good thing because honestly, I would rather get stuff off my chest than allow it to weigh me down. So it was sort of nice to clear the air, but, one of the girls was very upset and quite honestly, I don’t think she’ll last much longer either as I’ve caught her filling out applications.
Hey. I’m not judging. You have to do what you have to do and if you’re truly unhappy with your job, then find another one. Just be careful because jobs are not exactly easy to find nowadays (Thanks to Obamanomics).
So that leaves me and one other girl. And though I’m fond of this girl (I’m fond of all the girls, actually), she drives me nuts because she has the personality where EVERYTHING is a BIG deal and she just exhausts me with her “issues.”
I have no idea what’s going to happen this week (the one gal was told not to come back until Tuesday) and who knows how fed up the other girl is and how long she’ll stick around and the only thing that I keep thinking is, “maybe I’ll finally be able to move into the 8:00 a.m. to 4:30 p.m. slot” because I work the 8:30 to 5:00 shift now.
I know that makes me sound insensitive, but honestly, it’s a dog-eat-dog world out there right now – the strongest survive, right?
I just hope I’m strong enough.