The last few weeks have been just a blur of dirt roads and wheat fields for me. Standing in the wheat the other day in Calcutta type mud grumbling about life in general, I had a wake up call. Be grateful for what you have. Ask for nothing more.
I haven't been the best about being grateful and have slacked lately about my role as slave and helpmeet for Bear. I should just be grateful that we have a roof over our heads, food on our table and good modest clothes on our backs.
Instead of bitching about how inconvient life is and how much I work, I should be happy that I can provide as well. I heard one of my old high school friend's troubles about her life and marriage. Her basic rant was "he's sexually boring and acts like I am less than him". Jesus-h.p.-fucking Christ on a Canadian Crutch! If it is so bad, just talk to him...that's all you got to do.
I am grateful for having Bear for both being compassionate but more than willing to put my ass back in my place. I need to just stop complaining....carry on and be truthfully grateful for what I've been given.
Tuesday, May 4, 2010
Wednesday, March 10, 2010
What is this? National Pick On Little Children Day?
As I sat down to read the morning news while enjoying my granola bars and Mountain Dew, I spotted two stores that absolutely hacked me off. The first is in my home state of Colorado where this little girl was kicked out of Catholic Kindergarden for next term because (gasp) her mothers are a committed lesbian couple. What the fuck? Seriously? I can't even feature that in the famous words of Rafterman off of Full Metal Jacket.
At least the little girl has a pair of committed parents! I couldn't say that for myself since my father was a wifebeating, drunken, man whore of a catholic. I, while I disagree with the Catholic Church, can understand and respect the fact that a couple would wish to raise the child in the faith of their elders. I read the blog of the priest who made that shitty decision and even commented on it but being the coward that he is, he refused to even print my response to his senseless drivel about how he is protecting the little girl and her sinner parents. Perhaps they did her a favor...although the Catholic Church has such a shining track record (please note the heavy hit of sarcasm)
Here's his blog if you want to read this shit live...www.fatherbillsblog.com
Then why not pick on an autistic little boy for crying out loud? In North Carolina, because of shitty blanket ban on unusual pets they are telling this little boy who is severely autistic that he can't have his pet pig, which is his only friend. The little gilt hog is clean, hooves are trimmed well, vaccinated and her needle teeth are cut so she won't hurt anybody. She's just a friendly hog for a little kid and because they said that if they had to allow one unusual pet for one they would have to do it for all. Can't these bastards have any compassion? Poor little guy is just beside himself thinking that the world is out to hurt him. It just breaks my heart. Hogs did my heart and my sanity a world of good in my life as a Aspie and if I was still raising Durocs, I'd give the little guy a Duroc barrow to show just to piss off the city hall.
Here's the story
http://abcnews.go.com/Health/MindMoodNews/boy-autism-devastated-pet-pig-banned-city/story?id=8537347
Can't people just pick on people their own size for once?
At least the little girl has a pair of committed parents! I couldn't say that for myself since my father was a wifebeating, drunken, man whore of a catholic. I, while I disagree with the Catholic Church, can understand and respect the fact that a couple would wish to raise the child in the faith of their elders. I read the blog of the priest who made that shitty decision and even commented on it but being the coward that he is, he refused to even print my response to his senseless drivel about how he is protecting the little girl and her sinner parents. Perhaps they did her a favor...although the Catholic Church has such a shining track record (please note the heavy hit of sarcasm)
Here's his blog if you want to read this shit live...www.fatherbillsblog.com
Then why not pick on an autistic little boy for crying out loud? In North Carolina, because of shitty blanket ban on unusual pets they are telling this little boy who is severely autistic that he can't have his pet pig, which is his only friend. The little gilt hog is clean, hooves are trimmed well, vaccinated and her needle teeth are cut so she won't hurt anybody. She's just a friendly hog for a little kid and because they said that if they had to allow one unusual pet for one they would have to do it for all. Can't these bastards have any compassion? Poor little guy is just beside himself thinking that the world is out to hurt him. It just breaks my heart. Hogs did my heart and my sanity a world of good in my life as a Aspie and if I was still raising Durocs, I'd give the little guy a Duroc barrow to show just to piss off the city hall.
Here's the story
http://abcnews.go.com/Health/MindMoodNews/boy-autism-devastated-pet-pig-banned-city/story?id=8537347
Can't people just pick on people their own size for once?
Friday, February 26, 2010
Plain and Submissive
Modesty has gone out the window for the most part but for me, it's just a part to show who I belong to. Over the last few weeks, I have gotten comfortable in my modesty, where I used to think it was to show that,perhaps in a misguided attempt, I am "in this world but not of this world".
However, I have come to realize that dressing Plain is a show of my Owner's dominion over me. It's not a burka,by any stretch, but just simple and modest. Plain. The kapp on my head is a mark by my Owner to tell me that only He is to witness me in my full glory.
Nothing more annoying though, when the beautician wants to chop off half your hair because "it's not stylish to be so frumpy"
Frumpy? Seriously?
It's a comfort to me to be fully covered because I am His piece of meat, bought and paid for. My clothes and my appearance is a direct extension of His dominion over the home.
I believe that costly adornments (okay, okay, fancy shit like flashy bling) take away from the look of His property.
I am His and the only look that I should be sporting is a look of complete submission to Him.
"Wives, submit fully to your husbands"
"Slaves, submit with trembling and respect in your heart for the Master"
That's why I do what I do...with all due respect to Owner
However, I have come to realize that dressing Plain is a show of my Owner's dominion over me. It's not a burka,by any stretch, but just simple and modest. Plain. The kapp on my head is a mark by my Owner to tell me that only He is to witness me in my full glory.
Nothing more annoying though, when the beautician wants to chop off half your hair because "it's not stylish to be so frumpy"
Frumpy? Seriously?
It's a comfort to me to be fully covered because I am His piece of meat, bought and paid for. My clothes and my appearance is a direct extension of His dominion over the home.
I believe that costly adornments (okay, okay, fancy shit like flashy bling) take away from the look of His property.
I am His and the only look that I should be sporting is a look of complete submission to Him.
"Wives, submit fully to your husbands"
"Slaves, submit with trembling and respect in your heart for the Master"
That's why I do what I do...with all due respect to Owner
Monday, January 25, 2010
Blackballing and Bitchy Tempers...
After being blacklisted from Seaboard Foods after the fiasco with Poky Sow...thanks Joe Morgan, I am now seriously debating whether to change my path and become an agronomist which is a safe bet or to just keep struggling on in my quest to better the lives of food animals. Call me a renegade but that's what they said about Temple Grandin...
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