MASSAGE THERAPY IS NOT A SEXUAL WORKER

A few days ago, my group received a post of an interview from Inside Edition stating a Massuer had his license revoked. I have a few words to say about this report, I am furious on a multitude of levels but calling a therapist a masseuse or masseur is now considered a dirty word and calls this profession sex trafficking and prostitution or some nefarious goings-on behind closed doors. I call a big-fat, and ladies and gents, forgive my boldness here, call it fat bullshit. For one, they must not know enough about this profession to make that judgment. Massage has been around for over 5000 years. It has always been a noble profession. Those of us that have gone to school and learned the craft and finished with our certifications and then went on to become licensed Therapists, are medical professionals and are staunch defenders of this sister/brotherhood. We are not and it bears repeating NOT SEX WORKERS. PERIOD!!!! Get it - got it- Good. These reporters and the general public have no idea the work we put into and have to learn about the body. Well, let me enlighten you. 650 hours from a school. At least 100 hours of Anatomy and Physiology with a breakdown of hours in : Myology: 35 hours Osteology: 15 hours Circulatory system: 10 hours Nervous system: 10 hours Pathology at least 40 hours. The massage therapy study is to comprise 250 hours. Included in this content area is a minimum of 50 hours of supervised practice. Contradistinctions, contraindications, and related touch modalities are to receive coverage. An additional 50 hours should cover miscellaneous Board requirements. Among them are a business, professional ethics, CPR, first aid, and hydrotherapy. Electives can account for 210 of the required hours. And after passing, you take about a 3-hour Board test. Note: Some states require more than 650 hours of schooling. Listen up- there is a reason you do an intake form before you get a massage. All those questions about your health and the medicines you take. It's my/our job to know as some medications are contra-indicated and with a massage. If you have taken pain meds, and heart meds, have you had recent surgeries, or any rashes/skin irritations, are you being treated now or in the recent past for cancer. All of these are not sexual questions, these are needs to know for your health. Relaxing massage such as the Swedish technique can lower your blood pressure. All the techniques we learn and perform on the body have a purpose, depending on the person's needs. If there is a lot of build-up of lactic acid in the muscles, deep tissue is usually needed. (For those of you that do not know- that is called a knot). We work hard and it breaks us (physically) down more than you know. Our profession is about 10 to 15 years, if we are lucky. So, to suggest that anyone you see wants to lock you behind a door and grope you and try you on for sex, it is ridiculous for one and for another those that do - either do not have a license from that state to be a real therapist or they come in with a license under a name that should be looked into. it is the public's responsibility to know who you are going to. If the therapist does not ask and tell you what is going to happen if this is your first visit. then you need to start questioning. However, if you feel comfortable, I will step out of the room for a moment, you undress and underNEATH the covers, please. You can leave undies on or off, again however you feel comfortable. Tell them how you start a massage and this is how you do it and if there is anything you need to ask or have me stop as in -We stop and ask the pressure level- if it is too hard or we need to go deeper. We ask certain questions of working on legs, stip buttocks if we feel it can help ease lower back pain(this is another subject to tackle) We always ask the clients/ patient for their comfort level and keep them draped within the boundaries of the rules and regulations or our state. This is not any level of sexual impropriety folks. And for those in the peanut gallery that wants to make a big deal and report a therapist, for a specific touch or your feelings, take notice. There is also a taboo subject called arousal during a session. YEP, I said it, so sit down and learn something. IT IS HUMAN NATURE for some to experience arousal., men and women. We are trained to ignore it. It happens. Again, it's nothing sexual. This profession has been attacked, demeaned, and put under scrutiny for far too long. It is time it ended. There is a need for a Massage Therapist, as we are medical professionals whether it's just relaxation from a stressful day/week or to move out the lactic acid causing our muscles to tighten and causing more issues. I am tired of hearing WE are the cause of this and that and the public needs protection against us- BULLPUCKEY. Where is our protection? We are subject to the whims of anyone behind those closed doors.

Bobbie's Takes: Happy Birthday

Bobbie's Takes: Happy Birthday: Yesterday was my 56th birthday. No fireworks nor party, just a quiet Sunday. My husband gets up and says Happy Birthday and asked how do I...

Happy Birthday

Yesterday was my 56th birthday. No fireworks nor party, just a quiet Sunday. My husband gets up and says Happy Birthday and asked how do I feel and I replied that I woke up to a whole new number and it feels good. 

There was a time when I felt guilty about turning older. Why? My mother passed away when I was 35 and she died at the age of 54. I felt guilty of celebrating when my poor mother didn't have the chance to have another birthday. It was awful for me and I just wanted to hide from the world. 

One day, not soo long ago, right before my big day, it hit me that I should not hide but celebrate being born and that each day I a here on this earth is a testament of my life and my mother's. She is the reason I am here. I am half of her and as long as I am here, I should celebrate not so much of my birth but living. As long as I and my siblings are here, she lives on in each of us. 

Life is getting too short and for a majority, it is getting shorter by the minute and instead of, as I did, put my head down and try and muster through the day, enjoy being alive and that each day is a celebration of life and all it has to offer. Life is just what it is, life. We are the ones that choose how to get through life. It's a choice that I now do not take for granted. 

In closing, a shout out to me and others born on this day in the same year or any different year. Happy Birthday and I hope you are celebrating your day in your life. 

One more year

As we are speeding down that highway toward the end of yet another year, how did we fare this one?
It came in like a lion on steroids and is leaving like a racing cheetah, all we have seen are the stripes from one day to the end of the month. Gone too fast.

Raise your hands if you feel as if you closed your eyes to give a smack to your sweetheart on New Year's Eve and open to finding it's almost here, once again? Where did the rest of the year go? I do recall there was a bit of Springtime because that's when the green started and I vaguely remember the summer and before you know it school started and seems like we just had Halloween. Shoot, time is getting faster and faster as the days go by.  Does anyone know if someone has put Viagra in Father Time's drink? We need to talk to that old man, Mother Nature can't seem to keep up.  I don't know about you, but my birthdays are getting closer and closer these past few years. I should have listened to my mother all those years ago when I told her that I could not wait to turn 21, I remember those words spoken as if it were yesterday (heck it could have been too), she said, "Don't wish your life away, before you know it 21 has come and gone and you are my age." No truer words. I blinked and I am now the age she was when she died.  Mothers are smart people, we need to listen more.

Days seem to get shorter and shorter and if this keeps up we will meet ourselves either coming or going. It's exhausting. I can't seem to get everything done that is needed, during the day, as I used to.  NO, IT'S NOT MY AGE.  Time seems to be slipping away like that elusive Bigfoot, you can almost reach out to grab hold but then it's gone like a flash.

We have seen yet another year of division and hate. Another year of fake propaganda filtered throughout our society. We have seen another year of police being killed, a great number than last year. Sad. Another year of disrespect, disillusions, and demagoguery. Another year of just existing for some. It's getting too much, way too much.

My wish for all in this coming decade, we find ourselves again, find what makes us Human again, find our compassion for our two-legged and four-legged creatures, we find our Faith again, we find our communities again, we find there is something bigger than we out there. Treat everyone with how we want to be treated. God made this planet and set us to thrive, we forget he can take it away as quickly as he gave. Be kind to one another. 

Thank you for this time and 2020 is upon us. God Bless.

ALL ABOARD

ALL ABOARD FOR FLIGHT 2020

Preparing to take off for the New Year - a whole new decade. 

Please make sure your attitudes and goodwill are secured and locked in, in the upright position. 

All self-destructive devices should be turned off at this time

All pain and negative thoughts, as well as any discouragement, should be put away. 

As you see the nearest exits, please leave 2019 and this decade behind. 

And as we come through the isles, we will be serving best wishes and a side of prosperity throughout the New Year. 

Should at any time, we lose altitude under pressure during our flight, reach above and pull down the Positive Thinking mask. 

Positive thoughts will then be activated. 

Once, activated, you can assist the other passengers during our flight. 

This is your Captain speaking; all doors closed and ready for take-off. 

Destination- It's yours for the taking.

🎉🎊✈📆

Thank you and signing off, have a safe flight and destination. May God Bless this New Year. 

Bobbie

Is Anything Hands On Anymore?

After seeing one of my old colleagues, this weekend, she told me she is retiring after a long and successful career. Congratulations that a great milestone, but she says it's time. Things are done differently these days and it's not the same. Everything is done online now, I stated. Nothing is hands-on anymore. 

Where is the time where you sent in a resume, got a phone call to come in and sit down with the person? Most of the time, you got a phone call whether you got the position or not--- NOT today, send online and they could give a hoot whether they get back to you or not.  To me, that is rude and very unprofessional. Yeah, one can say they have too many responses online, but in my opinion, if you put it online that gives way for someone, anyone to wade through and respond. It's just a kind gesture for those waiting. 

Going to the doctor now is online, you have to sit while they, nurses or doctors, peck on the keyboard to enter your information. Where is the write it down and pay attention to who is in front of you? I mean, come on! I know that times have evolved and are ever-changing, but when the heck does it say, leave the personal touch behind? 

I miss those times when one could sit down, look the other person or persons in the eye and have a conversation and have them listen to you and write down what needs to be and then put it digitally.  I am NOT Digital, hear my heartbeat, watch my mouth, she blinks, winks and speaks, listen to me. Those that use the pecking, which we all do these days, can put the wrong information down which can cause not to get a loan, or have the wrong diagnosis, the wrong medication, even if they pull up the wrong date of birth or name, can cause a murid of problems. 

The ones coming up in this day and time, have no idea what it's like to just sit and keep off the pecking and talk and learn and help someone other than themselves. They are growing up in a world where it is all digitally in front of us, work, play, home. It's great to be out there working and being able to be in front of someone, not in front of a screen. 

At one point, this all may end and where are these growing up going to land? They will not know how to hands-on anything.  Will, they even know how to turn on a tv without a remote or turn on the lights without a voice-activated instrument? Just things, I think about from time to time when I hear yet another industry going digitally rather than person-to-person.  

I know it's only going to progress but something to think about when a computer breaks down or a copier breaks down- would you know how to type of a typewriter? If the whole system went down in a store would you know how to use the old slide for credit cards? If the graphics went out would you know how to draw it freehand? Many things to think about in this ever-progressing digital world. 

Thanks, 

Bobbie

Bobbie's Takes: The World today, they say

Bobbie's Takes: The World today, they say: The World today, they say.  Those among us keep stating how topsy-turvy and a bizarro world we have today. Everyone at each other's t...

The World today, they say

The World today, they say. 

Those among us keep stating how topsy-turvy and a bizarro world we have today. Everyone at each other's throats. No one can have a different point of view or a voice, even. What used to be simple as black and white is now grey. Nothing makes sense anymore. But everyone says what has come of this world today?

The World, this World, our World has been around, considering your thought processes, whether by the creator (God) or by chance of colliding systems. It doesn't do anything but revolve on its axis. It doesn't give us or tell us who to like or not or should we eat meat or not or which religion we should be or Not. It only exists as a place we mere humans take for granted. It's an amazing place that provides sunshine, darkness, heat, cooling, water,  and growth for billions. This planet gives us everything we need to survive and make the best out of this thing called "Living". 

This World today doesn't care what we do as long as we give back to what it provides us. It's the people that have gone stark raving mad. It's the people that have turned a world upside down. We have lost what marbles our Creator gave us. 

What happened to help the fellow man? Making sure the elderly are seen to or help them cross the street? Protecting a child or an adult from being bullied? What happened to have a simple and constructed conversation? What happened to open your ears and closing your mouth? What happened to Respect our fellow man? There are many more but you get the gest. 

We have stopped listening and respecting and caring for anyone, let alone ourselves. It's time to get back from INSANE to SANE or as normal as one can be and stop this nonsense.  See, our world today is as much as it was in days before we mere humans, (probably more peaceful) We have made this planet more accessible to our NOW needs and as humans, we keep progressing. We use our God-given talents. This world is as good as one sees it, the beauty, the power, the safety, the conservation, the means and to those that say we are destroying it.. NO, we will destroy ourselves long before this, OUR World, goes anywhere. 

Thanks----  

Bobbie's Takes: A TRIBUTE

Bobbie's Takes: A TRIBUTE: How can I start this? I suppose, by saying goodbye to our loving Aunt, our mother's only sibling. It's hard saying goodbye to tho...

A TRIBUTE

How can I start this? I suppose, by saying goodbye to our loving Aunt, our mother's only sibling. It's hard saying goodbye to those we love. No more picking up the phone to check in or going to visit.

We, humans, are a funny bunch, we take things for granted. We never think about tomorrow but the right here and now; until tomorrow comes and when it does all we wish is for one more day. We take the simple things in life and make them complicated but why?

I sit here at the Funeral Home looking in on her, lying in her casket. Doesn't she look nice, today? I think of all the times with Aunt Jane, the laughter, the tears and yes, some anger but always with a great deal of love. She had that laughter that when you heard it you knew, Aunt Jane was having a good time. Soo, many memories of a lifetime to sift through. One particular memory of a holiday at our grandmother's house, mother's and Aunt Jane's mother, I believe it was a Thanksgiving Day. Mother and Aunt Jane would start picking on each other and then you would hear granny(she would kill me if she heard me say granny) would intervene with, "now girls". It would go on and on about who was the favorite or who had to do more chores or which one got away with more shenanigans.

The one thing that you didn't do is ask them about their names; it would be on, their voices at a high octave that sounded almost like a laughing squeal at who had the worst name. So funny listening to both of them going at their mother on how they got the names they did.Eddie Sue or Roger Jane? Aunt Jane would politely tap mother on the arm while granny was in the kitchen seeing to the cooking and would say in a laughing loud voice, " I think momma just wanted a boy and got stuck with two measly girls and decided to give us dang boy names." Mother would chime in and then the school girl giggling would start. Granny would hold up her spoon from stirring the potatoes and would tell them how mother came by her name, "that damn nurse", she would say, now, "Roger Jane, I swear I have no clue", " I was out of it and all I remember was a song on the radio and I remember saying Roger and the next thing I know you are Roger Jane".  She tried saving herself but with mom and Aunt Jane laughing and goading she had no chance that day.  It would end with granny stating she needed some help in the kitchen mother would say "go help Roger", then Aunt Jane would chime in with "what about you Eddie?"

Those were great times seeing them having fun and laughing. I wonder if they did that growing up? Interesting that I do not know that answer. All we have are the memories of each of our families getting together with their mother and celebrating family.

As I sit and say goodbye to Roger Jane Ellis Brooks Floyd with tears filling my eyes, I also found a smile to now know that she is embracing her sister and her mother right at this moment. Mother loved her little sister as her little sister loved her. I can see mother running up to the little sister she had to leave so long ago and with the biggest hug and smiles. They had very pretty smiles. Now, all three are together again along with the grandmother that looked after them when granny had to work to provide for her girls. As much as the tears flow here on Earth, Heaven is whole with those four amazing women.

I lift my head to the skies and I can almost see the four of them looking down at us right now. NO MORE TEARS IN HEAVEN.

OLD MOVIES

Watching a very old movie from 1944, The Uninvited, A ghost story of sorts with a beautiful story to tell. Even though I have seen this movie before, I had forgotten the story. 

One has to look closely into the character(s) with each a role in that story and as the plot comes together, we can see how important each role was in getting to the end. 

This particular ghost story told being set up by each role was beautifully written and I sat at every word- at times- I laughed, and other times, I sat on the edge of my seat wondering what is coming next and toward the ending my anticipation of a fright turned into a smile. All emotions in one old movie.

They say they don't make movies like they used to and of course, we know times and people are ever-changing. Movies of old did not have much in the way of animations or CGIs, only those playing a part with words and actions. Most movies, today, I feel and I could be the minority of ONE, don't get to act as they did long ago. Too many actions or things added that take away from the character. Today, we have movies that show more things that have to be made on a computer rather than in the words of a character. Don't get me wrong, I love movies, NOT into Zombies. I grew up watching them and make believing as most young ones do of being that "moment". Maybe, I am just a bit sentimental and to be honest, I do not "cotton" to change very much. It's needed for us humans but I go reluctantly and being dragged until toleration sets in. And before anyone lights up of age, I am NOT old, only old fashioned values. Things change for the better and we are always seeking the next best. But, this day and time, we seem to always be in a hurry. Never able to sit and just enjoy the moment. 

In watching this wonderful golden oldie, the announcer reminded me of why I love these type of movies. He stated that the studios wanted to person(s) to imagine or use the imagination rather than see the events play out on screen. The imagination can bring more intensity, excitement, passion, fright, sadness, and tears than actually seeing it on the screen. We have, today, in your face moments where everything is shown-decent or indecent. 

I say this maybe because I am on the downslope and trying my best to put on the brakes; I find my values different as they were when I was very young. I am no prude nor never profess to be innocent. Each time I watch an old movie such as this one, my imagination gives me an appreciation of the arts and of a story being told. 





Thanks-

Bush(The Greatest Generation) and God's plan.

Sitting here, watching the funeral of our 41st President, George H.W. Bush, the tears streaming down my face as if someone opened the floodgates and i could not turn it off. The sadness I feel for his family of losing the one man responsible for them all being here. 

A celebration of his life many have stated. A tribute to the life of a man who served his country with honor and who loved his family and God above all. An amazing life for which we are proud to have had him as our Leader. He did lead by his faith and his convictions on many issues and yes, there was a war on his watch, but in order for peace, at times, war is a necessary evil. He even had angst about it but knew for the good of the world to overthrow an evildoer, it had to be done. 

He served in a great war in which he was the lone survivor. Why? Only God knows why he was spared while others perished. Maybe, just maybe to become what God had intended. I think about that time in his life most of all and how the people speaking tell the story.... chilling.  I wasn't born then but i have heard my grandfather and family members tell that same story but out of a different book, their own perspective. I can't imagine those days and times of how so many served during that war and so many more never made it home. It saddens me but listening to how this generation of the past with all they had to endure, they still showed dignity, grace and respect for their fellow citizens. 

Let's talk about that generation for a moment---- men signed up went off to the unknown and the women went to work in support of that unknown. These days were of holding hands and a flirting glance with a twinkling eye. A time when a man was a man and a woman was a woman. That's how it is supposed to be. A door opening with a slight hand on the back to guide one in, allowing her to sit down first. Those are the times that are missing from today. Bush and his generation got it right, maybe not 100%, all the time but got it right on how to bring up your families with love and respect and when needed a firm hand. The time, most, spent with their families was quality because let's face it, even those were tough times and not many had a good quality of anything, but they managed and without help from their government. 

Respecting the one you are with or respecting those around you no matter what goes a long way. Not talking back to your elders and being addressed for your turn is a respectful way to have your say. Being disruptive never accomplishes anything in the end but more disruption. Helping those around you in any cause shows character and strength. Walking hand in hand with a glance here and there and a peck on the cheek is respecting that one person you chose or want to choose to be by your side; men and women have done this from the beginning of time and believe me there IS a difference. 

The selflessness of this generation is beyond measure, they were called to do what was necessary and they did it. It was for a greater cause than themselves. These men and women made the impossible possible, they worked together for the greater good and the accomplishments they made, we should be forever grateful. Their selfless acts of bravery during the call of duty should never be forgotten nor should ever be mocked. Giving of one's life for another is the greatest form of love a human being can have. You dang sure don't see this today and it's sad and scary; most are all about me era. 

As the service ends and I see all of them, one by one, showing the love and respect for a man of great character, wisdom and the sacrifices he made for all of us during his time in that the greatest generation and to now, I close my eyes to keep the tears at bay and picture he and his love those many years ago holding hands and dancing cheek to cheek to become a great love that endured a lifetime of no regrets and service to one's country. Our President is now gone to where God's plan had intended-- to now see why he was spared those many years ago during that time of our greatest generation. 

God's Speed 41..

Thanks, 

FRIENDS LIKE THIS?

FRIENDS LIKE THIS, WE ALL HAVE HAD ONE OR TWO


I know most of you have or have had a friend that thought you should follow them anywhere. Just because we are friends you should.....  take your pick of you should.  They open their mouths  and your name comes out for whatever the reason that friend wants or has to say, right?  And you are standing there with that dumb look on your face and wondering how you were going to get out of this one or how did I get into this or why. Yes, one of those friends, I have had my share, especially after I graduated from high school. Let me tell you, high school was a dream compared to the outside world. All sorts of folks out there. 

I had this particular friend back home in Mississippi. We had met at work and hit it off. We started hanging out together and she, especially when drinking, had a big mouth. One of those open mouth and insert foot. This  night, she had a row with a guy and off we flew with her screaming and screeching and me telling her keep your eyes on the road or pull over.  Well, we had come up on a car with other girls that looked like they were, not the type of girls we hung out with, nicely. They had their music up as loudly as we did and my friend had to either do a finger gesture of she opened that big mouth and pursuit began.  They chased us up and down Green Street off Green Street and into town and back and all the while she is hollering and honking. Now, by this time, why? She's yelling and I am yelling, getting no where fast when all of a sudden my friend takes a sharp turn into a parking space of one of our friends apartment building. I guess her thinking was if she turned quick enough they would not see us. Well, how that work out for us?  They were right on our tail, screeched into the space next to us and my friend couldn't or didn't get her door shut fast enough, the driver of the car ran over pulled her out and a few blows were thrown. Me and the others were still inside the cars telling them to stop and let it be. My friend and this girl were just yelling at what? Nothing, because my friend didn't know what she had done to cause this and the other girl was mistaking her for someone else. Me and another girl from the other car, finally,  got them to stop yelling and go to their perspective cars and go our own ways. 

Well to make a long story short. My friend gets mad at me for not going out and helping her. What on earth for when you had it covered and she wasn't mad at me, I didn't do anything. Your mouth again and your welcome.  See, one of the other girls and myself, remedied the situation to which those two were yelling and screaming and running around trying to keep the other from doing too much damage, it was funny, actually.  She goes into this rant of what friends are suppose to do for the other and if she asked me to jump off the bridge I should.  Nope. See to be friend's with Kimberly was a chore within itself, she was rich, entitled and her parents couldn't keep much track of her and she did as she pleased until the fun wore off. 

What to do with one of these type friends if you survived? Well, as I saw it there was more good in there than mischief and when she wasn't partying hard, she was actually a decent sort. So, we worked it out and stayed friends for a while until she moved.  We have to wonder with friends like this if it's worth it or not. It's up to the individual to weigh and do a check list, but for me, she was worth it for time, long ago.  


Just a thought.

Thanks, 

WHERE ARE REAL BLUE JEANS?

I have searched and searched but cannot find any real jeans... Where are they?  

Gone way of the dodo bird, I am guessing. 

Everything these days are made with that stretchy material that call themselves jeans, to me, NOPE. They call them many things as Skinny Jeans which by the way, where did they get skinny-- these aren't making skinny anything but a wallet. Have you seen the price tags to some of these so-called jeans these days and with holes already in them? Outrageous.   Then you have the booty jeans-- what in the heck do they put in them? Seems like some of them make that booty go up and say hello to the back. I don't know about you, but I don't  think the booty should be talking to the small of the back.  And then we have keep your tummy flattened jeans.  mm huh, glorified built in girdle if you ask me and by the time you get them zipped/buttoned you fill as if you are wearing one  (girdle) in those stretchy pants. And what about those skinny things cropping off at the ankles?  You might as well wrap yourself up in a full length girdle and take scissors to the ankles, you probably would get a better fit.  Don't get me started on the different sizes, nightmare.  

I don't like these pants/jeans whatever you call them. You best have the strength of Sampson to pull these dang things up most days and by the end of the day, you've got droopy drawers if you are one not to wear a belt.. That's another thing, why call them skinny fitting jeans when they are anything but.. By the end of the day, they are riding up where they ought not  to and pulling down where they shouldn't. I don't know about you but I have worked long and hard keeping my butt from meeting the back of my knees and I plan on keeping it that way without the help of these "skinny stretch things". 

Whoever came up with these, I have to wonder. Where are my "REAL" no stretch, no booty, no belly flattened jeans.  I want my old good fitting Levi, Lee jeans back. I can't find these old jeans anywhere. I love putting on these old jeans and feeling like a real lady/woman not a pushed up pulled in facsimile of what I am or should be. 

Are you with me ladies? Rise and make a stand for the good old fashioned blue jeans. 

No thank you to these "skinny" jeans, give me my old Levi's any day. 

Just a thought, 

Thanks, 

KNEEL OR STAND?

TAKING A KNEE

To those that kneel, I would like to pose a question to you. Why are you kneeling for some social injustice you feel has been put upon the masses? When you can take a stand for those that sacrificed for you to be where you are today.

Why not with all your millions help those people in your areas you feel are being ill served? Why are you not working with those that you say are doing the said "injustice" to those masses? 

Those that yell the loudest generally do not want to fix anything, just make noise. Hardly, ever about wanting to make a real difference but to get the masses whether for or against in an uproar. Just bring attention. 

Why don't you instead of taking a knee, take a stand for those that sacrificed for you? Take a stand for that single mother or father that may have worked more than one job and not eaten or bought new clothes in order to help you be that one. Or that grandparent that sacrificed their time and love for you to be that one. That police officer that showed you kindness and helped you along the way or that teacher that stayed late to give you the guidance you needed. What about the preacher that pounded love and tolerance and forgiveness to you.  All these and more have sacrificed time and energy into giving unto you a path that made you who you are today.  

It will be best served to stand for those that gave you soo much instead of kneeling for some cause that you could change or help change with some tolerance and time. I know many will say, we have to make a statement for social justice, right? The Flag and our Country has nothing to do with "social justice" it's a made up term for those trying to change our lives. Yes, there is injustice but it's not social, it's on both sides black and white, but this is not what I am talking about...  it's taking a knee to disrespect (whatever/whoever), I am trying to ask why not take a proud stand for those that are looking down or in that stand or at home watching you in whatever you do and show them the respect on the sacrifice they made for you.  

Just a thought...

Thanks

My take on Boy Scouts and it's okay to be a MAN/BOY

I keep hearing on the news about soo many things that just burn me up. On how men can't be men anymore and women well we are just screwed up from the word go, these days.  I mean what is wrong with BOY SCOUTS?  it has been in business for 108 years and now to see it go down because of the Political Correctness freaks out there that really don't believe in the cause. Boy Scouts put young boys into being young men,  What do girls know about being a MAN? not one dang thing. We are built differently, not only physically but emotionally. Throughout history, man has been the one who saves the day, bread winner, someone strong and most young girls dreams, A PRINCE.  

Boy Scouts is a club that boys can get to be boys and learn about loyalty, friendship, bravery and kindness. It has been a darn good club to mentor young boys and guide them to be responsible men. They have turned out some great men. Some have started businesses, served our Country, some have gone into law enforcement and some have turned out to be great fathers and husbands. Now what is wrong with that?  

The PC Culture tells us we have to be inclusive and girls should be on the boys team but by damn the boys can't join the girls club.  Well for one, I am here to ask if the girls are going to be joining BOY SCOUTS will they endure the same treatment as the guys? Will they have to go forage in the wilderness, build tents, go use the bathroom on the open ground or will they get to bring makeup, hair supplies, telephones, book/magazines and do nothing but call themselves BOY SCOUTS? 

Let's face it we are dumbing down our future generations. It's sad because growing up being a boy meant something to many. Playing football, baseball any type of sport they could show their god given abilities and sportsmanship of the team (not I). Opening doors for their lady friends was a sign of respect. It showed the female this guy was boyfriend/husband quality. It was okay for a guy to take up for his lady friend, it showed he cared. It was okay for a guy to hold a girls hand, to ask her if he could kiss her at the end of a date, heck it was okay for a guy to pick up a girl from HER house not anybody's house.  Maybe it's just me and how I see our young people act today, there are no morals, no respect for themselves or others, no real friendships, no conversations and no real comradery of any type. No one is real anymore. We need to take our young boys back and show them it's okay to be masculine, it's okay to have/show a softer side, it's okay to raise your kids, it's okay to hold hands, it's okay to say words of encouragement, it's okay flex those muscles, it's okay to wear those jeans or that suit, it's okay to open doors, it's okay to show respect. IT's okay to be a MAN. Take it back.   

But not with the PC culture that we have sat by and idly let ruin our young people and take over our schools, our work our government/non facilities, our entertainment; basically our lives. These people really, do not believe their hype. This is way too long of a rant for me to go into today, but tune in for the future.

I am here to tell you Boy Scouts has just made a big mistake cowing down to the PC police. This old tradition of bring boys to men will be gone in just a few short years.  It is very sad that they could not hold their ground.  So what if girls want to join, rules are there for a reason. But, if they are to join and want to act like a boy-- by all means show them like a boy. 

Boy Scouts is an old tradition and there is something for tradition, it should not be tampered with leave it alone. 


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Mental Slope

With all the talk about guns and what to do or not to do.  I feel, we are about to go down a slippery slope where mental health/illness is concerned.  

Bear with and I will explain on why I feel this way.  They (big government) is now wanting to pass laws that keep the mentally ill from owning guns and if they have guns- they can confiscate them. That can bring a whole mess of problems. 

What does someone having a mental issue mean?  Let's go over a few "issues" and see how we would find ourselves in this quandary of the "mental slope".  Okay, say you or I have taken some type of medication that normally goes for depression or get this take a certain type of medication that is for your ailment but it also can treat a psychological disorders. Or you have seen a doctor for any number of disorders; take your poison- say for depression or afraid of heights, spiders, death in family etc..  Well does this warrant the big brother of government to take my/your guns? NO!

Now they will say while the big ole debate is going on, that these will not go under the prevue of confiscation.  Well, sure we can believe what big brother says, right?  NO! This debate is useless unless they can make up what determines a mental issue with no loop holes or addendum laws attached. Government can't do that, they have no sense of knowing or even care. We already have laws on the books that are not being enforced by someone in big brother government and we the little people are falling for it again. Special interest groups taking the bull horn and shouting to rooftops and wanting laws changed for the good of the people, Yeah right? for the good of their blowhard mouths and padding money in the pockets of these politicians to whom they wail. We have too many laws that are not being enforced and no intention of being enforced they are made only to pacify those special interest groups and get themselves richer. Shame on us, little people.  

What if one day we have a bad day at work or at home and fly off the handle and someone calls in that we have or they think we are having a mental breakdown of sorts. Does this warrant confiscation of guns? Question - who does one call - is it local or federal? Is it a day in court or automatic confiscation if they deem you unfit mentally to own a gun? 

Now before some of you jump off the bridge, I understand with a deep mental issue; a deep psychosis like schizophrenia etc.., may fall under issue but who is going to determine that?  Come on we all suffer from some sort of mental issue every day of the blasted week from work, kids, home, family you name it - it's there. Is it a physician from the local or federal government that will determine who is unfit? Who? Can anyone call in and say you or I unfit to carry a gun? See my point?  

Things need to change but making more useless laws that no one will follow or enforce is a waste of tax payers time and money.  There needs to be a debate and not one sided either. So before we go down the slippery mental slope. We really need to determine what right are we going to give up next.  Because from what I understand of our great nation..  Our rights and liberty are not up for debate.  

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NOTE TO SELF

Well Mom, I made it, the age you were 19 years ago; the year you died. All these years, after your passing, I have been so scared and nearly petrified of seeing this age. 

I thought of my great grandmothers' death at 67 years old and my grandmother at 64 and then you, Mom, at 64-- scared me into thinking what about me or my sisters and brothers? The women in my family seem to go fairly young. And with my age of 34 when mom passed, started me thinking of the years to come. Thinking of the future scared me to death that I stopped living and to only exist. Existing in the moment. I began not caring or wanting very much anymore, brought more depression that I almost shut down. My days became my nights and my nights my days-- no sleep--to afraid to sleep. 

Thinking of death and how death was lurking, waiting for my turn. My thoughts of death began to consume me and I started thinking of ways, silly I know, on how to cheat death.  Really? No one, not one single thing can EVER cheat that creepy little guy with the sickle, but I sure was hoping and praying. After all DEATH had cheated my mother and how I hated him but,feared him as well. Fear was it in a nutshell. Dying was a loss to me, my family and to my mother's memory.

Today, my 54th birthday, I have thought about her a lot. The tears I have shed thinking about her today, thinking of her short life and her death and how it seems unfair. What would mom be like , now? How much I miss her smile and her quirky little laugh, but most of all I miss her and the person she might have been.

All the years of me fighting death did nothing for me. It only stopped me from living the life that my mother sought for me and to be the best person I could be on this earth. No, my life isn't over, at least I hope that it isn't but I cheated myself and that I can't get back.  Even though, I knew you couldn't cheat death, thinking about trying or finding out how was good enough. But, Death comes to all of us in one form or another and I had to stop fearing Death and learn to embrace Life. So, I say to myself especially today, "get off your butt and no time better than the present." "Give yourself permission to enjoy what life can give and this is the best present you can give yourself and to mom's memory."

So, here goes.   HAPPY BIRTHDAY, BOBBIE SUE---- She's 54.  ENJOY!!!