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I don’t know who originally wrote this or I’d give credit where credit is due.  It was anonymous when I received it as an email forward from a friend.  I generally don’t use email forwards but this is not only telling of current societal and cultural issues but also sad and unfortunately right on the mark for many that are your basic salt-of-the-earth citizens.

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I USED TO THINK I WAS JUST A REGULAR GUY, BUT …

 

I used to think I was just a regular guy, but …..

I was born white, which now, whether I like it or not, makes me a racist.

I am a fiscal and moral conservative, which by today’s standards, makes me a fascist.

I am heterosexual, which according to gay folks, now makes me a homophobic.

I am non-union, which makes me a traitor to the working class and an ally of big business.

I am a Christian, which now labels me as an infidel.

I believe in the 2nd Amendment, which now makes me a member of the vast gun lobby.

I am older than 60, which makes me a bit less than I used to be.

I think and I reason, therefore I doubt much that the main stream media tells me, which must make me a reactionary.

I am proud of my heritage and our inclusive American culture, which makes me a xenophobe.

I value my safety and that of my family and I appreciate the police and the legal system, which makes me a right-wing extremist.

I believe in hard work, fair play, and fair compensation according to each individual’s merits, which today makes me an anti-socialist.

I believe in the defense and protection of the homeland for and by all citizens, which now makes me a militant.

Recently, a sick old woman called me and my friends “a basket of deplorables”.

I need to thank all my friends for sticking with me through these abrupt, newfound challenges in my life and my thinking!

I just can’t imagine or understand what’s happened to me so quickly!

Funny . . . it’s all just taken place over the last 8 years!

And if all this crap wasn’t enough to deal with, I’m now afraid to go into either restroom!

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My middle child was born on February 29, 1984 (yes, Leap Day).  I know I’ve stated that in prior blogposts, but this year it’s particularly of import to me anyway, because he’d actually have a “real” birthday.  He was one of the select few with that special day as his birthday.  I remember it well also.  He was born by emergency C-section, but he was a beautiful full-term baby.  We didn’t know what awaited us though with his health.  As I’ve stated before, he died on May 30, 2001 from complications of Cystic Fibrosis (CF) a year after a successful double lung transplant at Stanford University in Palo Alto, CA.  The fact that he had CF was a 1 in 4 chance for each child his father and I conceived.  We didn’t know that we carried that gene at the time, because it couldn’t be tested in advance then and it had never appeared in our family.  However, our beautiful 1 in 4 child was born on a day that happens only every 1 in 4 years.  Anyway, he had Cystic Fibrosis, something children that can’t pronounce it have called “65 Roses” over the years.

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February 2001

 

 

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65 Roses

The Wolverines

When I was just a small child, mama and daddy came to me.

They sat me down and told me of the flowers my sister received,

65 roses in yellow and red, made her so tired she had to stay in bed.

I just couldn’t believe the flowers my sister received

Made it so hard for her to breathe.

Why does she have 65 roses,

Must be her birthday today?

She must have been good to get 65 roses!

Why can’t she come out to play?

65 roses of yellow and red made her so tired she had to stay in bed.

I looked all around, but I couldn’t find

The 65 roses were on my mind.

When I’d grown up, I see that the only one thinking of roses was me,

And the reason that the 65 roses came

Was because I was too young to understand the name.

65 roses!

Cystic Fibrosis made her so tired she had to stay in bed.

65 roses!

Cystic Fibrosis!

I wish she had roses instead.

65 roses!

Cystic Fibrosis!

I wish that she could come out to play.

Life, one supposes, is no bed of roses.

I wish she had roses instead.

I wish she had roses instead.

65 roses.

Cystic Fibrosis.

 

 

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August 1993

 

 

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This post isn’t about all of that though.  I had to mention it however, because I found the song so amazing.  Also, Cystic Fibrosis (65 roses) was part of his life.

This post, however, is mainly about how he lived his life, albeit a short one.  He experienced more and touched more than most people do by the time they die at 80, 90, or 100 years of age.  He endured more pain than most anyone I know, but he enjoyed life to the absolute fullest.  He used to tell me that he didn’t want people to forget him and that he didn’t want them to think he just existed in life but that he truly lived life.  He absolutely abhorred the term “passed away” when referring to someone that has died.

“Mom!  That’s so demeaning.  It doesn’t even sound like they really lived.  They merely existed in life, and then they passed away and through.  Maybe some people live life that way, but when I’m gone, I want people to remember that I lived and that I then died.  I didn’t just exist.  I LIVED!”

This is why this song by OneRepublic is so appropriate to dedicate to him, not only because they have it dedicated to a fan of theirs that has Cystic Fibrosis, but also because, in his own words …

 

 

I LIVED

OneRepublic

Hope when you take that jump, you don’t fear the fall.

Hope when the water rises, you built a wall.

Hope when the crowd screams out, they’re screaming your name.

Hope if everybody runs, you choose to stay.

Hope that you fall in love, and it hurts so bad.

The only way you can know is give it all you have,

And I hope that you don’t suffer but take the pain.

Hope when the moment comes, you’ll say …

I did it all!

I did it all!

I owned every second that this world could give!

I saw so many places, the things that I did!

With every broken bone, I swear I lived!

Hope that you spend your days, but they all add up,

And when that sun goes down, hope you raise your cup!

Oh, I wish that I could witness all your joy and all your pain,

But until my moment comes, I’ll say:

I did it all!

I did it all!

I owned every second that this world could give!

I saw so many places, the things that I did!

With every broken bone, I swear I lived!

Oh with every broken bone, I swear I lived.

With every broken bone, I swear …

I did it all!

I did it all!

I owned every second that this world could give!

I saw so many places, the things that I did!

With every broken bone, I swear I lived life!

Oh I swear I lived!

 

 

 

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February 2001

 

 

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Ask his friends how he lived.  He lived it to the fullest.  Even at a camp held especially for transplant patients, he was all into the camp … and ended up with a broken bone in his ankle … but he lived … and he did it all.  He endured broken bones and a broken heart.  He experienced travelling to visit new places.  He never feared failing.  He owned every single solitary second that his God gave him, be it good or bad.  For that, he will forever be a role model and a hero to me.  If I could just be half as brave and daring as he was, I’ll know that I did life proud.

So on what would be his 8th “real birthday” … or the 32nd year since he was born … I’ll also offer this from one of Celine Dion’s hits … one of the ones that make me remember him so dearly, as he had said once that this made him think of me, how I worked to get the health care he deserved, and how he wanted to dedicate it to me.  That made me cry, because, in my mind, it better describes what he and both of his siblings did (and continue to do) for me.  I am now who I am … because all 3 of my children loved me.

 
  

 

Because You Loved Me

​​​​-as written by Diane Warren

​​​​-as sung by Celine Dion

For all those times you stood by me,

For all the truth that you made me see,

For all the joy you brought to my life,

For all the wrong that you made right,

For every dream you made come true,

For all the love I found in you,

I’ll be forever thankful, baby.

You’re the one who held me up,

Never let me fall.

You’re the one who saw me through it all.

You were my strength when I was weak.

You were my voice when I couldn’t speak.

You were my eyes when I couldn’t see.

You saw the best there was in me,

Lifted me up when I couldn’t reach.

You gave me faith ‘cuz you believed.

I’m everything I am,

Because you loved me.

You gave me wings and made me fly.

You touched my hand. I could touch the sky.

I lost my faith. You gave it back to me.

You said no star was out of reach.

You stood by me and I stood tall.

I had your love.

I had it all.

I’m grateful for each day you gave me.

Maybe I don’t know that much,

But I know this much is true:

I was blessed, because I was loved by you

You were my strength when I was weak

You were my voice when I couldn’t speak

You were my eyes when I couldn’t see

You saw the best there was in me

Lifted me up when I couldn’t reach

You gave me faith ‘cuz you believed

I’m everything I am

Because you loved me

You were always there for me,

The tender wind that carried me,

A light in the dark, shining your love into my life.

You’ve been my inspiration.

Through the lies, you were the truth.

My world is a better place because of you.

You were my strength when I was weak.

You were my voice when I couldn’t speak.

You were my eyes when I couldn’t see.

You saw the best there was in me.

Lifted me up when I couldn’t reach,

You gave me faith ‘cuz you believed.

I’m everything I am,

Because you loved me.

I’m everything I am,

Because you loved me.

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Happy birthday, Keegan!  I love you forever and always!

 

 

 

 

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“… she comes out of the sun in a silk dress running like a watercolor in the rain.  Don’t bother asking for explanation.  She’ll just tell you she came from the Year of the Cat.  She doesn’t give you time for questions as she locks up your arm in hers, and you follow till your sense of which direction completely disappears.  …  These days, she says, I feel my life just like a river running through.  The Year of the Cat.”

YEAR OF THE CAT; Al Stewart

 

It’s my birthday today (July 22, 2015).  I look at my age and wonder how I got to be this old … but then I have enjoyed every single one of the years and would never take a “do-over” as my kids used to want to do with games.  The age I am theoretically … at least chronologically … seems unreal, because I certainly don’t feel like I have always thought someone this age is supposed to feel.  However, I then think of everything that I have seen, done, endured, and enjoyed … and quite honestly, it’s amazing that so much has occurred in such a short time frame too.  (Some of it amazes me that I survived to live another day … but that’s a whole different issue and discussion.)

 

I have always made the best of every situation that I’m in … and I always will … and I will play the cards I’m dealt in life … enjoy the game while I’m in … and never ever EVER fold … just like my daddy raised me to do.

 

… so yes … my life is just like a river running through … and with my love of my cats … I probably did come from the Year of the Cat …

 

 

“Years go falling in the fading light.  Time passages.  …  Well, I’m not the kind to live in the past.  The years run too short, and the days too fast.”

TIME PASSAGES; Al Stewart

 

 

 

 

Happy birthday to me!

 

 

 

 

 

 

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TGIF!

#strange
#weird
#weekend
#friday
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We’ve said this before, but the name-calling that the oh-so-liberal “progressives” and “tolerant” crowd (or so they all like to tell themselves they are) levels at those of us that think differently from them is nothing short of amazing.

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There are a lot of beliefs people have that we don’t share, but it doesn’t make us belittle and/or insist that they must believe as we do and follow the thought-police party line.  People that do this are far more bigoted and dangerous to freedoms than the people they attack.

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Being truly “tolerant” means accepting everyone, even when you may disagree with them.  It means allowing someone their right to free speech whether they believe like you do or not.

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Guess what, Liberals, Progressives, and those self-proclaimed “Beautiful People” out there?  That means, *YOU TOO*!!!  Just because you choose to not believe what the Bible teaches or what Phil Robertson believes doesn’t mean it’s wrong.  It’s called “diversity”.  It’s called “difference in opinion”.  It’s called “individualism”.  You know … what all of you are so hot and bothered about attempting to enforce by shoving your beliefs down other people’s throats.  Diversity and TOLERANCE is something that you need to learn first before you can tell anyone else what to do.

By the way … as a side note … we find people like the Robertsons that are true to themselves by far and away more beautiful than the Limousine Liberals can ever dream of being.

Quite honestly, we are proud of Phil Robertson.  He, like us, doesn’t bend and sway with the political pendulum.  He has his beliefs and STICKS TO THEM rather than changing them just to please someone who doesn’t give a rat’s ass about him otherwise.  He stays true to himself, and we would be PROUD to be lucky enough to know him personally and call him a friend.

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Just because he doesn’t believe the same way as another person, however, doesn’t mean he is leveling hate at them.  The name-calling that he is enduring is by far more hateful than what he said.  He merely disagrees with certain life choices and agrees with the Bible.  It doesn’t mean he hates the person.  That’s pretty clear to us, at least, but I guess A&E is too entrenched in Holly-Weird.  A&E feels the need to sway with the political mores of the time rather than be true to MANY beliefs.  It’s sad.

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So we will end with this.

We have both always believed that the whole world can think we are wrong, but if *we* know we are right, well then, WE ARE RIGHT!

PERIOD!

Oh, yeah, and our “period” MEANS “period” unlike the idiot BO.

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… they said while smiling sweetly …

 

 

 

 

HAVE A MARVELOUS WEEKEND, EVERYONE.

 

 

 

 

Carry on!

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The once Great State of California, for whom I currently work, is truly on the brink of disaster.  It is overly taxed and overly regulated and not friendly to business or to entrepreneurs.  Is it any wonder so many people are now moving out of the once Golden State?  I am a 3rd generation California Girl … and I am truly ashamed of how it has turned into a welfare state.  It’s embarrassing as a citizen of this state and as an employee of this state.  People moved here for freedom and the chance of entrepreneurship.  It is being destroyed by regulation-happy liberals.  If this state is not to go to the same fate as the City of Detroit, people must stand up and do something rather than sit idly by.  My ancestors who gave so much to move here would be appalled by the “gimme gimme gimme” attitude of so many of the people living here now.  Oh, heck, Roy and I are appalled by the “gimme gimme gimme” mentality of today.

What ever happened to good old fashioned hard work and personal responsibility rather than depending on handouts?

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