Wednesday, May 22, 2013
Tuesday, January 8, 2013
A young girl was walking along a beach upon which thousands of starfish had been washed up during a terrible storm. When she came to each starfish, she would pick it up, and throw it back into the ocean. People watched her with amusement.
She had been doing this for some time when a man approached her and said, “Little girl, why are you doing this? Look at this beach! You can’t save all these starfish. You can’t begin to make a difference!”
The girl seemed crushed, suddenly deflated. But after a few moments, she bent down, picked up another starfish, and hurled it as far as she could into the ocean. Then she looked up at the man and replied,
“Well, I made a difference to that one!”
The old man looked at the girl inquisitively and thought about what she had done and said. Inspired, he joined the little girl in throwing starfish back into the sea. Soon others joined, and all the starfish were saved. - adapted from the Star Thrower by Loren C. Eiseley
Friday, January 4, 2013
01 04 2013
I truly just don't understand people.
I don't understand why are you a Dr. if you don't want to help people? Is it just the love of money?
I don't understand the cruelty in this world. It is just too much for me to grasp. The older I get the more I see how things really are in life. It is just so dishearten.
I especially don't understand how people who in a higher position and take advantage of that position and for some reason it really pushes my buttons.
I don’t understand why I didn’t become a lawyer.
I don't understand things that people do to animals and children it is just beyond my comprehension.
I don't understand the people that are put in the position to help a child with mental disorders push the child and families away.
I don't understand why a therapist told me that since I didn't die after my son with a mental illness tried to kill me meant that my son's prognosis is good. Had I died then no one would want to help him. Forget that he did the act he did to try accomplish an outcome of killing. But because I didn't die my son does not need mental help services. Did I mention my son was 9 years old at the time and is only 10 years old now?
I don't understand why the people at the residential treatment center stood by as a 14 year old raped and beat my child repeatedly. They did nothing.
I don't understand, why not even the Phoenix police, CPS or the board of mental health did not even slap the hand of the residential treatment center.
I don't understand if I so much as look at my child with a frown I am deemed as a abusive parent by school teachers or others.
I don't understand why I am blamed for my child's mental illness when I was not the one who gave birth to him or drank and did street drugs while in utero. I am not the one that left him alone for hours on end with dirty diapers, laying in his own urine, hungry.
I don't understand, why people who work with special needs kids don't understand their unique dynamic.
I don't understand how people can fight for gun control and blame guns for violent acts and not mental health.
I don't understand why after all the violent acts that have happened because of a mentally ill person there is no talk of bettering the mental health services and industry.
I don’t understand why kids that need help, that were abuse and neglected are treated as defiant children rather then children who are mentally ill. They are not mental ill of their own doing, they are mentally ill because our society allows parents do abuse drugs, alcohol and continue to have children even after the children are born drug addicted. Our society allows it to continue.
I don't understand why people don’t understand the devastating affects on a child entire life when born with Fetal Alcohol Syndrome (FASD) or other drugs in their system.
I don't understand why people are surprised when the unthinkable happens.
I don't understand why this is allowed.
Tuesday, January 1, 2013
Okay so today I realized just how ridiculous I must look to the outside world. The only thing better would be if I had my VW Beetle bug back. I miss my little buggy. Have you ever seen a fat lady get out of a VW bug with two kids and 8 dogs? Me neither but I lived it every day until my Mom said, with all the love in her heart, maybe you should think of getting a bigger car now that your family has grown. That is how the Ford F150 King cab came about. Now people think I am either gay or a dude. I can’t tell you how many people called me sir when I am standing near my truck.
On this fine New Year’s Morning, I did my favorite thing, go to the park? I took the boys and 6 of my 8 dogs to the park for breakfast and for some fun family activities.
This is what people see, a big fat white lady trailing behind 6 dogs running wild four of them being wiener dogs, one trying to run with his red thing out and then Archibald leading the pack.
If that is not bad enough I add two wild ADHD African American kids running and screaming as if someone is attacking them. But no one is. It is just their way of having fun. The louder they are the more fun they are having. I wonder why people come up to me and say, "oh yes I remember you". I am like, really from where? Because I don’t know who the heck you are.
Then I remember, oh yes I am me! But yet I am always shocked and embarrassed that they know who I am and I don’t know who they are.
Today's events are listed below, as well as the prized winners of today’s Christman Family day at the park.
· Jordan won $5.00 in the family foot race, the longest downhill roll, and most helpful.
· Zion won $5.00 for fancies soccer feet, OMG you’re going to kill yourself in that tree contest and how did you manage to do that contest.
· Archibald won bone and a toy for the long distance race, and friendliest.
· Bruno won a bone for the dog to have his thing out the longest.
· Duncan won for most adventurous and best hunter.
· Eartha won a bone and free licks, for most active and the speed walking contest.
· Gabby won a bone for being the commander and keeping us all in check making sure we all practiced good sportsmanship.
· Heaven won toys and her own transportation for being the cutest, most adorable and the smallest.
AND as for me I had no chance in any of the contest but I won a morning that could fill my heart for the rest of the year.
For those of you don’t know me my kids are the ones who won the monetary gifts. Just saying…