Blonde moment

And the silver spoon.

Sunday, November 30, 2008

My Christmas Tree is up…

...because I like it up. It’s pretty. I only decorated the top half of it. The bottom branches have various toys for Mallory to touch and play with. Come Thou Long Expected Jesus.

Oh, and for those who are wondering, Baby Jesus is a speaking part. There will be non-traditional plastic toys pinned inside Baby Jesus’ outfit. And perhaps there will be a shepherd or angel that just stands by Mary and Joseph just in case. But, Baby Jesus does like grown up Jesus quite a bit. Poor Mallory.

Saturday, November 29, 2008

On Socialism…

I think we need to slow down a minute before institutionalizing this and that. So, I’m starting a periodic series on socialism. I’ll pick on capitalism later and then on distributivism.

An overall problem I have with those who would institutionalize socialist programs is the accusatory tone they have with their questions (no, I’m not talking about Rev. McCain though he inspired this series). “Don’t you think we should help the poor?” Such questions assume: 1. I don’t care about the poor and 2. I am currently not helping the poor and 3. Other people of my political views don’t help nor care for the poor. Those I assist are often those I love very much and I hate to see my friends and neighbors in need, and sometimes they are those I have no connection to whatsoever, I just want to help people. I don't keep score. I do what I do because I love people, in my own anti-social introverted way.

One of my reservations on socializing this and that is government mandated programs are going to enslave our children in debt, most likely to those who persecute Christians. Well, me too because I still have a long working career ahead of me. But, we’ll focus on our children. Part of being a parent worthy of honor is watching out for the best interests of our children. And, let’s be honest here, Baby boomers did not reproduce at the same rate as their parents did. Let’s take it a step further, they also killed a lot of their offspring as a generation. So, as the Boomers age, who will provide health care? Who will provide the funding for health care? Don’t say, “The Rich.” Who are “the rich?” Are “the rich” who believe people should have access to cheap healthcare already providing access to this healthcare through donations? Don’t say, “I can afford to pay more in taxes.” If you can afford to pay more in taxes, you can also afford to give more to charity. Often government involvement is an excuse for those who otherwise have no inclination towards charity to feel good about doing something for the greater good.

Back to enslaving our children… do I have the right to steal my child’s future income? Do others? Should I protect my child’s income? I should teach her to have Christian compassion to others, to give blood, to help those as she has the means to, to share with others, and to otherwise serve.

I think European style healthcare and socialism might appear attractive at first glance. But, does their unemployment rate? Does their tax rate? Does their reproductive rate? Where are the taxpayers going to come from to pay for these socialist benefits? In the future, in the very near future, at the end of this decade of Luther, we are going to find out how serious we are about socialist programs.

Wednesday, November 26, 2008

Happy Thanksgiving…

I’ll try to keep up with blogs between now and the end of the weekend, but my last surviving Grandma is coming to town to meet Mallory! As such, I’m busy. So, I leave you with Psalm 100:

1 Make a joyful noise to the Lord, all the earth!
2 Serve the Lord with gladness!Come into his presence with singing!
3 Know that the Lord, he is God!It is he who made us, and we are his;we are his people, and the sheep of his pasture.
4 Enter his gates with thanksgiving,and his courts with praise!Give thanks to him; bless his name!
5 For the Lord is good;his steadfast love endures forever,and his faithfulness to all generations.
Happy Thanksgiving!

Things I regret about my education…

I’m starting an on again, off again, series on education. I want to start with things I regret and resent about my education and then move onto my educational philosophy. My regrets and resentments do not reflect my parents or individual teachers; they reflect a disagreement I have with an institution. This is not meant to be taken personally. This is a diary of a parent who wants to do better by her child, after all, that is the American Dream.

I regret not having a course in Western Civilization. When talking to people who did take such a course, I actually present myself as if I have had one, which is why some people may be surprised. Anything that I’ve picked up, I have done because I am interested in history, politics, and philosophy (yes, yes, also in math and chemistry and nutrition, but this is a post on Western Civ.).

How did this happen? Well, I’ll take 4/17ths of the responsibility. I had the opportunity in college (nope, wasn’t required in college) but didn’t. In high-school, there were two tracks, the honors track and the average students track. The general assumption was both tracks took the same courses, but that wasn’t the case. The honors students took American lit and history in 10th grade, Western Civ and Lit in 11th grade, and Brit lit and econ in 12th grade. Average students took general lit and American history in 10th grade; American lit and world history in 11th grade, and world lit and civics in 12th grade. As such, I was never required to take a course in Western Civ.

Now, in college, I certainly had the opportunity. I decided against it as I was very disappointed in the American History course I took in college, and I felt that, if I were truly interested, it was incumbent upon myself to explore the topic.

Philosophically, I think this is a problem because I believe it was my parents general assumption that *all* their daughters would receive a course in Western Civilization (one could say 2 out of 3 isn’t that bad, and better than the 90 or so out of 350 or so in each graduating class in our public school, but that’s the wrong way to look at things). However, it is the assumption of the educational establishment that if one grows up in a white, middle class home, one must receive indoctrination in Western Civilization from ones parents. Therefore, it is more important to teach kids that other cultures are just as good as the Western way of doing things. Personally, though I believe there is much to be learned from and about other cultures, I would rather live in a Western culture than, say, an Islamic culture. Because I would rather live in a Western culture, I do believe that the western way of living is superior and would defy any woman to demonstrate that Western culture is inferior.

At any rate, there is a lack of training in Western history and philosophy in our public school system. This is sad because when we lack training in our own culture, we fail to learn from the mistakes in our history. I’m not saying capitalism is the be all and end all best of economic philosophies, but the Nazis were socialists, Christians are persecuted in socialist China, and Communist Russia had some bad problems too, with regards to human rights. And I’m not implying that all socialists and all communists are bad people, rather these philosophies have led to horrific crimes against humanity and should be watched.

A lab experiment…

Mallory discovered paper. Instead of taking it away from her, we decided to see what she’d do with it. She crinkled it, tore it, and put it in her mouth, much as we expected. As long as we watch her, I figure it is OK and a good lesson in discovery.

I love the Bishops…

They have balls . We should all pray for that and for all our Christian leaders that they take such a bold stance defending life. (HT. Vox Day )

Out with the old, in with the old…

So, FoxNews was pointing out that Obama fought Hillary Clinton on foreign policy. One would think that if Obama didn’t like Clinton’s foreign policy stances, he wouldn’t ask her to be the Secretary of State. Further, though I agree, in some instances, it is better to keep your enemies closer, you should also try to separate your enemies from their friends. It is not a smart idea to have a bunch of former Clinton advisors in your administration when you have a Clinton in your cabinet. Just makes it easier for a Clinton take over.

An ironic observation about teachers unions…

Teachers unions are against home schooling. If statistics hold, there are only 1.5 million kids being home schooled each year. Teachers unions endorse pro-choice candidates with regards to abortion. At any given time, if there have really been 40 million abortions since Roe V Wade, 14.82 million aborted babies who would have been somewhere in the K-12 system. (40 million/35 million = about 1.14 million abortions/year; 1.14 * 13 years of public school = 14.82 million kids)

One of the (many) arguments against home schooling is that it takes money from the public schools. Granted, so do private schools, but you don’t hear whining about that. At any rate, abortion takes more money from public schools each year than home schooling.

I did better than elected officials…

Et tu? (HT: Vox Day )

I missed two out of 33 questions on American History and Civics. (I won’t say which ones just so you have a chance to take the quiz yourself.) American elected officials score an average of 44%! Look what an Ivy League education will buy you, ignorance.

Take the test yourself . Hint for those who this will help: They assume we are Keynesian.

Oh, and I have never taken a Western Civ course. Nor did my public school American History courses provide ALL of this information. I expect those who only took public school courses with no outside reading to get 75%. Unless you voted for Obama. If you voted for Obama, I’m expecting you to look like this . (HT: Laundry Never Done )

Sunday, November 16, 2008

Arm Pit Poo…

This week, Mallory decided that instead of a four a day, she’d become a one a day. And today’s version was that special kind of back poo that you have to get out of the arm pits. Five wipes, a bath, and a load of laundry. That’s a lot like sin. We’re up to our arm pits in it.

Gauntlets from CSPP is right on when she talks about how, in our sinful state, we demean our spouses and expect way too much of them. I don’t know what its like to be married to a pastor. But, again, my husband is in the National Guard, thinking about signing a contract to join the Army. I have a couple of friends who have firefighter husbands. I have a friend who is married to an EMT. And I’m pretty sure police spouses feel the same way. Why can’t normal wives be more appreciative of what they have? Further, why can’t I be a normal wife?

Military spouses, police spouses, firefighter spouses, EMT/Paramedic spouses, and pastors’ wives all put up with a level of whining from others. Why? It reminds us that someday we, too, will be normal again, and that we will begin to whine about things like colds, balancing the checkbook, and other everyday crap.

Here’s, on a practical note, how to deal with your husbands job, whatever it is. Set the bar low. The table of duties in Luther’s Small should do the trick. Do they live with us by showing us honor as the weaker vessel? Are they harsh with us? How does my husband provide for me when he’s not here? He hands over his paycheck, no questions asked.

Someone always has it worse off than you. Always. Unless your husband died in combat. I’d have to say those gals have it worst. Gauntlets says it right on here: “[c]onsider that the man God gave you is your husband but he is Christ’s slave. Do not, with cheap, repetitive rhetoric, distract him from his Master. The boiling pot of anger you so meticulously stir throughout your lonely day has very little to do with the real, flesh and blood man who bears the onslaught of your wrath. That inner dialogue that plagues you, that fills your brain pan with the sizzling fats of disappointment, revenge, and self pity, is born of lies. It is the serpent whispering, “Did God really say . . .” His whispers ape reality, but they do not reveal it. Close your ears and open your eyes of faith. You and your husband are both of you saints in the Kingdom of God, are both of you sinners carrying your crosses until the day of His coming. And your crosses are not entirely unequal…

Or, as I’ve heard Soldiers say, “Soldier up. Embrace the suck.” We, all of us whose husbands serve God, country, or community in ways most don’t understand, are covered in arm pit poo. And Jesus is the only one who can wipe us clean. We will all sin again.

That question has been answered...

I've been letting my hair get shaggy in hopes of doing something particularly cool with it. Alas, this weekend was drill weekend and I learned a lesson... Josh needed a high and tight and shaved for the first time in a few weeks. And Mallory doesn't recognize him. So, I'll go in soon for the usual.

Tuesday, November 11, 2008

Happy Veteran's Day

Thanks to those who "more than self, their country loved," and those who also came back! Happy Veterans Day! Josh and I are going to celebrate in the manner which he sees fit.

And here are my special shout outs:
Happy Veterans Day, Daddy! I love you!
Happy Veterans Day, Peder! And also Happy Birthday one day late. I hope Rachel saw you got your two beers.
Happy Veterans Day, Bill! Thanks for being so good to us and also those around you!
Happy Veterans Day, Uncle Todd! Thanks for being such a great guy for Josh to look up to, particularly when he was a kid!
Happy Veterans Day, Sid! Thanks for serving your adopted country!
Happy Veterans Day, Fish! You're awesome!
Happy Veterans Day, Chaplain Day! Thanks for giving your career to your country and for being of service to Josh, me, and my family over the past three and a half years!
Happy Veterans Day to all whom I am forgetting.

And Happy Veteran's Day to all other Vets who read this blog!

Happy Veterans Day, also, to those who are no longer with us. Grandpa Stillman and Uncle Claire, Grandpa Kulzer, and particularly Lyndon.

Please feel free to leave some love for the Vets in the comment section.

All haters, whiners, and those who feel they deserve a "good job" even though they didn't serve their country will be openly mocked, and perhaps deleted.

Thursday, November 06, 2008

Why certain stuff is *really* funny…

I pick on revivalists. I just do. I used to be one, my extended family is revivalists, and they (both my extended family and revivalists) are just fun to pick on. But, certain stuff they do and think is just funny because, well, it is. For example, if they think God tells them to hold prayer meetings around a statue of a bull , they think it is just fine. However, apparently, it is a really big deal that the Illinois pick three numbers were 6-6-6 on Wednesday, the day after Obama was elected.

Stuff like this is funny because of the internal inconsistencies that people have. The Israelites worshiping at the statue of a bull is a pretty big deal, Bible wise. I mean, lots of reoccurring sins are established in that one story. But making a big deal out of random chance of lottery numbers 6-6-6, that’s just really coincidental timing. (I heard about that on the show that unfortunately replaced Laura Ingraham. A moment of silence please.) At any rate, there is nothing deep or philosophical about my weird little observation via Cwirla .

We should really spend less time worrying about 6-6-6 and who the anti-Christ is and prophecy this and that and worry more about proclaiming Christ Crucified for our sins. We should all be ready, meaning we should regularly confess our sins and make sure our spiritual house is in order. And we also need to have a little humor about our little quirks.

Tuesday, November 04, 2008

The benefit of being an “Old Testament” Christian…

(You’ll like this one, Dad.)

When I was a revivalist, it was cool to say, “I am a New Testament Christian.” This must be said with a really self righteous tone. But, we were at least encouraged to *read* the Old Testament. Reading the Old Testament must not be encouraged around Pat Robertson’s crowd any longer, otherwise they wouldn’t think it a good idea to hold prayer meetings in front of a statue of a bull (Pr. Cwirla).

They must be listening to the same god the Israelites were (and I don’t mean God the Father Almighty). We had to have an emergency “Mallory, if someone tells you to…” lesson where she is told that we don’t go and pray to statues.

(Can I take my mocking a step further? Please… OK, know that I’m merely poking fun at the situation in an ironic manner.)

If you really want Jesus to come down and establish his millenial reign (assuming you’re a pre-tribber), it is a MUCH better idea to pray to Him rather than Baal (aka The Anti-Christ).

Sunday, November 02, 2008

Mallory's Election Slogan...

Diapers, the only change that is always acceptable.

Saturday, November 01, 2008

One... Two... Five... No, Three Sir...

She's a little bunny with big knarly teeth and can jump... well, be lifted as high as Josh's head... mmmmmm hair, just as tastey as wash cloth! The picture where she is wearing yellow was taken on her four month birthday. She was on her way to get vaccines... shhhh.... But she lived another day.