|Calling All Women!|
Though I likely share few political beliefs with Jon, I work hard to not speak my mind of such matters especially in my blog, excepting, of course, my recent blogs on Living With Chronic Lyme Disease, which has broken all rules. I don’t even speak of my political beliefs outside of my house or for that matter, even in my house much these days as I have noted the political divisiveness of the country is truly coming between the best of friends and even family lately!
My daughter taught me when first blogging to avoid writing of politics, religion or the medical world of which I was a part, for she knows me too well! These are subjects that I could not contain to blog-sized writings, and might find myself being the target of extremists wanting to rid the world of insane far-out wingers of which she thinks me one!
I have heeded her warning, though as much as she would like, she has been unable to silence me from expressing my political view in my own house! I did have to seek her permission to write my own personal story, agreeing first not to whine too much or become overly dramatic. I truly believe her intentions are pure—to keep me safe from the extremes within myself as well as those outside my house! Still, I think, such extremes are what interest me so! I do possess a flare for the dramatic and so why not watch Fox News, and then flip to MSNBC for therein lies the best soap operas of the day?
Ted Cruz is indeed a hero!!! Could you go twenty-one hours without peeing? And why not add Green Eggs and Ham to his speech? Straight political theater would lose listeners in a minute! How creative and human of him to add such important matters and even talk about guns as well! I marvel about how I was raised on all the famous cowboys, like Roy Rogers, Gene Autry and The Lone Ranger, and didn’t just stick to doll play.
I learned to slug it out with the best, and my brother was one of the best when it came to slugging it out. My mind and body were taxed all the days of my youth and I do believe that there is a scripture passage (whoops...now religion brought in to break yet another rule?!!)...about how “brothers are born for adversity”. Mine were no exception!
I now thank my brothers for the first original harassment therapy I was to receive to make me “tough enough” to survive this world! I even took jujitsu training with a Girl Scout troop, only to learn that likely my brain would be my only real means of self-defense or escape from potential kidnapping or more likely of becoming a boring old housewife. Imagination has served me as well as any of my skills when it comes to surviving this world filled with evil and bacteria that threaten all peace and serenity!
|My oldest daughter learning to beguile her dad while only months old.|
|She learned to drive and take control even then!|
|Innocent children? Think Again! They already had acquired skills to run the world!|