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JUST A MOM?

A woman, renewing her driver’s license at the County Clerk ’s office, was asked by the woman recorder to state her occupation.

She hesitated, uncertain how to classify herself.

“What I mean is,” explained the recorder, “Do you have a job or are you just a ….?”

“Of course I have a job,” snapped the woman.

“I’m a Mom .”

“We don’t list ‘ Mom ‘ as an occupation, ‘Housewife’ covers it,? said the recorder emphatically.

I forgot all about her story until one day I found myself in the same situation, this time at our own Town Hall. The Clerk was obviously a career woman, poised, efficient, and possessed of a high sounding title like, “Official Interrogator” or “Town Registrar.”

“What is your occupation?” she probed.

What made me say it? I do not know?the words simply popped out. “I’m a Research Associate in the field of Child Development and Human Relations.”

The clerk paused, ball-point pen frozen in midair and looked up as though she had not heard right.

I repeated the title slowly emphasizing the most significant words. Then I stared with wonder as my pronouncement was written, in bold, black ink on the official questionnaire.

“Might I ask,” said the clerk with new interest, “just what you do in your field?”

Coolly, without any trace of fluster in my voice, I heard myself reply, “I have a continuing program of research, (what mother doesn’t) In the laboratory and in the field, (normally I would have said indoors and out). I’m working for my Masters, (first the Lord and then the whole family) and already have four credits (all daughters). Of course, the job is one of the most demanding in the humanities, (any mother care to disagree?) and I often work 14 hours a day, (24 is more like it). But the job is more challenging than most run-of-the-mill careers and the rewards are more of a satisfaction rather than just money.”

There was an increasing note of respect in the clerk’s voice as she completed the form, stood up, and personally ushered me to the door.

As I drove into our driveway, buoyed up by my glamorous new career, I was greeted by my lab assistants — ages 13, 7, and 3. Upstairs I could hear our new experimental model, (a 6 month old baby) in the child development program, testing out a new vocal pattern. I felt I had scored a beat on bureaucracy! And I had gone on the official records as someone more distinguished and indispensable to mankind than “just another Mom .”

Motherhood!

What a glorious career! Especially when there’s a title on the door?

Does this make grandmothers “Senior Research associates in the field of Child Development and Human Relations”
And great grandmothers “Executive Senior Research Associates?” I think so!!!
I also think it makes Aunts “Associate Research Assistants.”

Please send this to another Mom ,
Grandmother,
Aunt,
And other friends you know.

May your troubles be less, may your blessing be more,

And nothing but happiness to come through your door!

P.U.S.H. … Amanda Sends

What a timely message for all of us!

ENCOURAGEMENT
A man was sleeping one night in his cabin when suddenly his room filled with light, and God appeared. The Lord told the man he had work for him to do, and showed him a large rock in front of his cabin. The Lord explained that the man was to push against the rock with all his might…

So, this the man did, day after day. For many years he toiled from sunup to sundown, his shoulders set squarely against the cold, massive surface of the unmoving rock, pushing with all his might!

Each night the man returned to his cabin sore and worn out, feeling that his whole day had been spent in vain. Since the man was showing discouragement, the adversary (Satan) decided to enter the picture by placing thoughts into the weary mind: (He will do it every time)!

‘You have been pushing against that rock for a long time and it hasn’t moved.’ Thus, he gave the man the impression that the task was impossible and that he was a failure. These thoughts discouraged and disheartened the man.

Satan said, ‘Why kill yourself over this? Just put in your time, giving just the minimum effort; and that will be good enough.’ That’s what the weary man planned to do, but decided to make it a matter of Prayer and to take his troubled thoughts to the Lord.

‘Lord,’ he said, ‘I have labored long and hard in Your Service, putting all my strength to do that which You have asked. Yet, after all this time, I have not even budged that rock by half a millimeter. What is wrong? Why am I failing?’

The Lord responded compassionately, ‘My friend, when I asked you to serve Me and you accepted, I told you that your task was to push against the rock with all of your strength, which you have done.

Never once did I mention to you that I expected you to move it. Your task was to push. And now you come to Me with your strength spent, thinking that you have failed..

But, is that really so? Look at yourself. Your arms are strong and muscled, your back shiny and brown; your hands are callused from constant pressure, your legs have become massive and hard.

Through opposition you have grown much, and your abilities now surpass that which you used to have. True, you haven’t moved the rock. But your calling was to be Obedient and to push and to exercise your Faith and trust in My Wisdom. That you have done. Now I, my friend, will move the rock.’

At times, when we hear a word from God, we tend to use our own intellect to decipher what He Wants, when actually what God wants is just simple obedience and faith in Him.

By all means, exercise the Faith that moves mountains, but know that it is still God Who moves the Mountains.

When everything seems to go wrong……………………..Just P.U.S.H.

When the job gets you down…………………………….Just P.U.S.H.

When people don’t do as you think they should………….Just P.U.S.H.

When your money is ‘gone’ and the bills are due………..Just P.U.S.H.

When people just don’t understand you …………………Just P.U.S.H.

When it’s flooding all around you………………………….Just P.U.S.H.
P = Pray

U = Until

S = Something

H = Happens

Pass this on to all your loved ones and friends who may need it; they may get it just in time. ‘Though no one can go back and make a brand new start, anyone can start from now and make a brand new ending.’

Friends are like quiet angels who lift us to our feet when our wings have trouble remembering how to fly. May God Bless You.

Just Hold ON!!! P.U.S.H! You P.U.S.H. & I’ll P.U.L.L. (Pray Until the Lord Listens! But He always Listens & is concerned with our problems!)

The Nightmare begins

…. The March to November.

“Any formerly pro-life Democrat who casts a ‘Yes’ vote for this Senate health care bill tonight will be forever remembered as being among the deciding votes which facilitated the largest expansion of abortion services since Roe v. Wade.”

“Mr. Stupak and his Democrat followers have now clarified that you cannot be pro-life and be a Democrat. If abortion was truly their biggest issue, they wouldn’t willfully align themselves with the Party of Death.”

“This vote will expose the myth of the ‘pro-life Democrat.’ With this single vote, the Democratic Party will divide our nation into the Party of Death and the Party of Life, and future elections will never be the same.”

Wyatt the Rocker

Man oh man look at this from Beth. She says it was styled with no moose.

This leads me to believe two things:
1. Beth played with dolls waay too much as a girl.
2. Beth has waay too much time home alone with the kids and is waaaay bored.

We love her anyway

Workout Challenge!!!

It’s all Gr@ym@n’s fault! We are now offered the opportunity to jump in. This challenge will terminate in about a year when Gr@ym@n comes home from his favorite vacation site.

More details as available. Remember this contest will be like the last one … there will be several events. Everybody needs to pick some that suits them. It is open to girls and guys.

The idea is not to beat everyone in the competition. The idea is to beat yourself by the biggest margin.

For example I weigh 175 lbs … one goal I might pick is to lose 10 pounds. If I lose 5 I get .5 points. If I gain I lose points accordingly.

If I pick a three mile jog …. I take my time at the beginning … then at the end I find out how much better or worse that I did.

If I choose sit ups … same rule

I think Ner is gonna pick iron skillet jungling .. same rules .. measure at the start and the end.

Gr@ym@n might have the toughest time because he will be somewhere where they have events hard to duplicate here … like nuking a village .. or minigun field stripping contest.

We shall see.

More details as this thing unfolds. Many of you may remember out last challenge. It was fun and we all improved. I understand the entry fee (payable at the conclusion) will go into a pot and the most improved wins.

Ma and Wyatt

We heard about this kid so we thought we should drop by and see him.
He is a really good baby. Cute too.

Beth is a very nurturing Momma. They are so peaceful together.

It has been a really good trip.

Why I carry a gun

This has to be the most clear and logical explanation ever posted on why a law abiding citizen would want to be armed today!!!

“Why I Carry a Gun”

My old grandpa once said to me, “Son, there comes a time in every man’s life when he stops bustin’ knuckles and starts bustin’ caps and usually it’s when he becomes too old to take an ass whoopin’. I don’t carry a gun to kill people. I carry a gun to keep from being killed. I don’t carry a gun to scare people. I carry a gun because sometimes this world can be a scary place. I don’t carry a gun because I’m paranoid. I carry a gun because there are real threats in the world. I don’t carry a gun because I’m evil. I carry a gun because I have lived long enough to see the evil in the world. I don’t carry a gun because I hate the government. I carry a gun because I understand the limitations of government. I don’t carry a gun because I’m angry. I carry a gun so that I don’t have to spend the rest of my life hating myself for failing to be prepared. I don’t carry a gun because I want to shoot someone. I carry a gun because I want to die at a ripe old age in my bed, and not on a sidewalk somewhere tomorrow afternoon. I don’t carry a gun because I’m a cowboy. I carry a gun because, when I die and go to Heaven, I want to be a cowboy. I don’t carry a gun to make me feel like a man. I carry a gun because men know how to take care of themselves and the ones they love. I don’t carry a gun because I feel inadequate. I carry a gun because, unarmed and facing three armed thugs, I am inadequate. I don’t carry a gun because I love it. I carry a gun because I love life and the people who make it meaningful to me. “Police Protection” is an oxymoron. Free citizens must protect themselves. Police do not protect you from crime; they usually just investigate the crime after it happens and then call someone in to clean up the mess. Personally, I carry a gun because I’m too young to die and too old to take an ass whoopin’.”

Author unknown (but obviously brilliant)

Remember the average response time to a 911 call is over 4 minutes.

The average response time of a 357 magnum is 1400 FPS.

Hat Tip to my friend Ken who is a police officer.

Bless the Man

Gr@ym@n Sends …….

Subject: bless the man, bless the girl

bless the man
who protects this land
though most don’t know what he do
he goes to fight
whether it’s day or night
and his heart is always true
bless the man
who with his two hands
he kills with one, loves with the other
for it takes true strength
to go the length
that most refuse to another
bless the man
who sees so much death
he knows the true meaning of life
it ain’t for the money
it ain’t for the stuff
it’s to come home safely to his wife.

and bless the girl
he’s her only world
she’s always his rock and his stone
only for him she works hard and tries
every night alone she prays and cries
that someday their life is their own

Announcing Sophia Marie

And here she is in one of her first fashion shoots. Being a guy she kinda looks like a hurricane to me. Coming in May 2010 to Gr@ym@n and Dawn, who are beyond happy.

When you go to see the Governator….

… a girl must dress appropriately.

Appearance is sooooo important!

We heard Arnold mention your story. We love you Doodlebug. Can’t wait till you get back here tonight.