- My passion is helping others defend themselves and their families. I am an NRA Certified pistol instructor, a NRA Chief Range Safety Officer, leader of TWAW Shooting Chapters - North Cincinnati, and the state leader of TWAW Shooting Chapters - Ohio. I also have a heart for the Lakota people and lead mission teams to the Pine Ridge Reservation each year, am founder and director of Backpacks For Pine Ridge,, and do various volunteer work in my own community. My greatest joy is being a grandma and hanging out with my husband of 30+ years.
Sunday, April 25, 2010
Saturday, April 24, 2010
My son and his wife live quite literally across the street from a fire station. They have a basement ... a basement with a room under the front porch, no less. They are in all likelihood, two of the safest babies in the entire city. And yet I find myself wondering if I should call them in the night if a moble alert is sent to my phone telling me that a tornado is in the area.
And that's when it hits me .... that is exactly what my mother would do. In fact, my mother still to this day calls me when there's a storm coming. For years when my children were growing up she would call to tell me to bundle them up before they went to the bus stop, or to lock my door at night. I've always wondered why she did that. In the past I've laughed about it and wondered if she really thought I was that incapable of taking care of my kids. Now, I think I may understand.
There's something about being a grandparent. I think that maybe its the fact that even though they are not our children, the parental drive to protect them is as strong as if they were our own. I remember when they were born marveling at their pefectness and innocense and having the sudden awareness that I would die or kill to protect them. Add to that powerful drive to protect the knowledge that you have no control over their the decisions their parents make to protect them. Its not that we doubt our children's ability to protect them ... no, not for a second ... I know for certain that my son and his wife will make all the right decisions to ensure their safety and well-being ... its just that as grandparents we still have the desire to protect the most precious thing in our world - without the ability to do so... and its that lack of ability that makes us do crazy things - like call when there's a strom coming.
So will I call tonight? No, I won't. But the fact that I've already thought about it ... well, its just a grandparent thing I suppose. As they grow there will no doubt be many more fears to face and I can only hope that I control myself as much as possible, and that on the occasion I give in and call with some outrageous concern that my children will overlook it ...write me off as a crazy grandma if they must. And maybe, just maybe, one day when they are grandparents, they'll understand too.
Friday, April 23, 2010
Now before his supporters blast me for saying that, let me say that I considered voting for him at one time. I liked him because he seemed to care about helping the poor, and if you know me, I'm all about helping the poor. But, as time when on I got that nagging feeling that something wasn't quite right about him. I couldn't put my finger on it, but something just didn't ring true for me.
In the end, I'm glad I didn't vote for him. Oh, I still think he is trying to help the poor, but I think there are better ways to go about it than to become a socialist nation.
As I've watched his Presidency I'm even more convinced that he's bad news for America. Very bad news. Did I say that already? Sorry, can't seem to say it enough. And I don't feel that way because I listen to Glenn Beck or Rush or any of the other guys who's names I don't know ... no, I don't listen to those guys ... I simply watch the national news every night on networks that are actually biased in his favor and I have a mind of my own and can see things that disturb me greatly. The freedoms that so many have died for seem to be slipping away while people still cheer him on. It makes me ill. And no, its not about race. I'm glad we have a black man in office. I just think its the wrong black man. Sorry, I get a little edgy when people make assumptions about why I think what I think. I have a mind of my own remember ... don't believe that, ask someone who knows me.
But politics aside, I see other things that disturb me as well. A week or so ago a new group on Facebook appeared. It was a joke, to be sure, and that should have been obvious to anyone reading it, but ... still ... it was a "prayer group" calling for the death of Obama. I have two problems with this, first, some wacko out there may just take it seriously and that makes it dangerous.
But more importantly than that, it dragged the name of Jesus into it.
That makes me sad. Now there is a group petitioning for the removal of the "death" group. I went there and read things that made me realize that the thing that most disturbing to me about the group is that Christians get it wrong so often. We seem to have trouble disagreeing with someone without wishing them harm and that fact does not go unnoticed by the rest of the world.
Some of my friends joined the group. I understand why. I thought it was amusing too on first read. But when I put it all together, no, its not funny at all. Its sad.
Now if all this is going on in Facebook, I can only assume its a microcosm of what is happening in the "real" world too.
Thing is ... what I fear about Obama is our loss of freedom. I don't think we should take that quietly or lightly. I think we should exercise our right to speak against his policies and especially use our right to vote for people who might be able to stop him in his tracks. But I do think we need to be "wise as serpents and harmless as doves". If we lose the freedom to speak out against our leaders, it may well be because of groups who appear "dangerous". Maybe, just maybe, now is the time to be especially cautious.
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
Friday, April 16, 2010
Last night I officially mixed the babies up. Cody and I went to feed them at midnight and I picked up who I thought was Owen. They've both grown a lot lately (Eli is 8lb 8oz and Owen is 7lb, 10oz). I was commenting about how much more like Eli, Owen is looking. I said a few times that he looks like Eli did a few weeks ago (because Eli has always been a little bigger than Owen). Cody was agreeing, then suddenly had a funny look on his face and said, "Wait... we switched them... that is Eli". I knew it was bound to happen. I'm kinda proud that it took me a month to do that.
And the tulips I planted last fall are beginning to bloom. They're a mid-season variety that make me wait ... and I hate waiting ... but they are really beautiful when they bloom. I'm thinking in another week they'll all be bloomed out and it should be pretty stunning.