Wednesday, April 30, 2008

Insanity Prevails......

Whoever gave USA Today's Oliver "Buzz" Thomas a pen to write and allowed him to pick topics such as "Might our religion be killing us" posted on April 21, a MORON. I'm going to post part of the article he wrote. Bear with me, it's long, but for those of you who have multiple children, I think you'll be shocked too.

Is what we preach-and ultimately what we believe-hastening the destruction of our planet? The answer appears to be a resounding yes. So then what?

"Be fruitful and multiply," says the book of Genesis and Lord knows we have. To the tune of more than 300 million at home and more than 6 billion abroad. Bus as we go about the heavenly task of multiplying, a poignant question arises: Might our religion be killing us?
We all remember the Aztecs. Some say their religion, with its penchant for violence and human sacrifice, played a critical role in the destruction of their civilization. We moderns are far more sophisticated, of course, but if we persist with some of our religious practices, we could be heading down the same disastrous dog trot. Sort of a reverse Noah story. Noah is credited with saving humanity during the big flood. We could be the ones who get blamed for destroying it.
Here's why. The hundreds of scientists who make up the Intergovernmental Panel on the Climate Change warned recently that the environmental crisis is more dire than originally believed. We might have reached a tipping point. Even if we stop producing harmful greenhouse gases immediately, temperatures could continue to rise and ocean levels along with them for the next 1,000 years. How much? The IPPC says by as much as 11 degrees this century with a corresponding rise in ocean levels of nearly 2 feet. Other scientists, such as Britains James Lovelock, say it will be far worse and happen sooner. Both predictions portend drought, starvation and species extinction.
Hopefully, not ours. Of course, much of our environmental problem is due to overpopulation. There are simply too many people for the planet to sustain--at least the way we expect to be sustained. Each new person requires more food, water, and oxygen. At the same time, each is producing more carbon dioxide, carbon monoxide and methane. For each additional human, planet Earth, and the rest of us, pays a price. The world knows where this is all headed.
Now, consider the Roman Catholic Church's continued opposition to modern birth control or the church of Jesus Christ latter-day saints encouragement of large families. This might not alarm you unless you realize that nearly one in every 5 humans is R. Catholic and that the Mormons belong to one of the fastest-growing religions in the Western Hemisphere....
In the interest of preserving our planet and our species, shouldn't religious organizations be encouraging smaller families? Do our spiritual leaders need additional divine revelation to realize that our current doctrines--which threaten take the entire world down with us--have become ethically and theologically questionable?
Population growth hits hardest in the poorest nations, and as poverty increases, public heath declines. I am quite certain that God is not the author of human misery.
(No, you idiot, he gave us choice, and we created the misery all on our own!!) By preaching against birth control at the same time we are preaching against abortion, it seems that we're making God out as cruel, a buffoon, or both.
I recognize that religious organizations tend to be conservative institutions. Their continued resistance to equal rights for women and gays is a good example. A woman may be president of Harvard or speaker of the U.S. House of Representatives, but in the largest religious organizations on the planet, women still can't get ordained as parish priests. It's even worse for gays and lesbians
(guess he's never heard of Sodom or Gomorrah). All this is to say that religion often comes late to the party--sometimes kicking and screaming, as did most Southern churches on slavery and civil rights. Only this time, we can't afford it. Not when the fate of the planet might hang in the balance.
How should people of faith respond to this gathering of environmental storm??
First, we must stop having so many children. Clergy should consider voicing the difficult truth that having more than two children during such a time is selfish. Dare we say sinful? The average American might not listen to his elected representatives, but he darn sure listens to his pastor. Every week. This is a hard message for pastors to preach..., but w/o it we court disaster.
In addition, Americans should be having important policy debates as we anticipate a hotter, more hostile natural environment. Instead of providing tax breaks for having more children, shouldn't Congress be providing incentives for having fewer? ........It might be my belief that I should have as many children as God will allow, but if having additional children imperils my neighbor's ability to obtain food, water, or shelter, I need to think twice about it.
Oliver "Buzz" Thomas is a minister
(ha, ha, ha, ha, ugh!!).........
First of all, if "Buzz" thinks the climate is getting hotter, he better seriously be preparing himself for a heat storm when he arrives on the doorstep of HELL and gets kicked in--for eternity. Second of all, the government IS already doing their part to control the population. Have you not noticed the price of gas, food, everything rising. We drive the biggest car imaginable....our humongous Ford Excursion. It fits our 4 children (oops, Buzz, did I have 2 too many??), their sports equipment, etc comfortably...but it also costs $130 to fill up. I'm sorry, but a family of 6 is not going to fit into a Hybrid--it's just not going to happen--until the ultra-fancy, ultra-expensive Cadillac Escalade is released next year. I propose, Buzz (and friends), that if each person alive is taking up too much air, that you be the first to offer to die for your neighbor. Rid the world of your absolute, idiotic ideology. Your values fit right in with Hitler, and Stalin. Sounds like you would enjoy living in Communist China.
I agree. Some people should probably not have children. Some people are too busy, yet still decide to have children. But for those of us who are taking the time to train up our children correctly, and who have the money to raise 4 kids we have every right in the world to have 4.
If my pastor dared to mention this in church (which I know he wouldn't), I would walk out and never return. Buzz, a "minister", has no clue what the Bible says.
The climate may be heating, recycle, recycle, recycle.....the Lord Jesus Christ is coming back and taking those of us who've asked Him to be our Lord and Saviour with Him. I hear Heaven has a perfect climate, and you never have to recycle...and you should see the number of children God has. Are you ready? You'd better be.

Thursday, April 24, 2008


OK, guys, I'm usually not one to start warning people about things (usually because I don't know if they're true) but I know this is's happened to me.

Most of you have read the scare-mail about the person whose kidneys were stolen while he was passed out. Well, read on. While the kidney story turned out to be an urban legend, this one is not. It's happening every day.

My thighs were stolen from me during the night a few years ago. It was just that quick. I went to sleep in my body and woke up with someone else's thighs. The new ones had the texture of cooked oatmeal. Who would have done such a cruel thing to legs that had been mine for years? Whose thighs were these and what happened to mine?

I spent the entire summer looking for my thighs. Finally, hurt and angry, I resigned myself to living out my life in jeans and Sheer energy pantyhose.

Then, just when my guard was down, the thieves struck again. My butt was next. I knew it was the same gang, because they took pains to match my new rear end (although badly attached at least three inches lower than my original) to the thighs they stuck me with earlier. Now, my rear complimented my legs, lump for lump. Frantic, I prayed that long skirts would stay in fashion.

It was two years ago when I realized my arms had been switched. One morning I was fixing my hair and I watched horrified but fascinated as the flesh on my upper arms swung to and fro with the motion of the hairbrush. This was really getting scary. My body was being replaced one section at a time. How clever and fiendish!!

Age? Age had nothing to do with it. Age is supposed to creep up, unnoticed, something like maturity. NO, I was being attacked repeatedly and without warning.

In despair, I gave up my T-shirts. What could they do to me next?

My poor neck disappeared more quickly than the Thanksgiving turkey it resembled.

That's why I decided to tell my story. I can't take on the medical profession by myself. Women of the world, wake up and smell the coffee.

That really isn't plastic that those surgeons are using. You KNOW where they are getting those replacement parts, don't you? The next time you suspect someone has had a face "lifted" look again. Was it lifted from you?

I think I finally found my thighs...and I hope that Cindy Crawford paid a really good price for them!!!

This is not a hoax. This is happening to women in every town, every night. Warn your friends.

P.S. I must say that last year I thought someone had stolen my breasts. I was lying in bed and they were gone! As I jumped out of bed I was relieved to see that they had just been hiding in my armpits as I slept. Now...I keep them hidden in my waistband.

Girls, after giving birth to 4 babies, just about every body part of mine has been "stolen." I hope that if nothing else, this makes you giggle. Thanks to my Aunt for passing this on.

Tuesday, April 22, 2008

My birthday boy

Can you get any cuter?? Corbin, my happy-go-lucky, spikey-haired dude is turning 6 today.

Somewhere along the way, he started to believe that he actually grew taller (like several inches) and could run faster on the day of his birthday. Last year, he grew at least 5 inches on the morning of his birthday and he could run "so much faster." Well, this morning when I woke him up, his eyes popped open. He said, " Oh my goodness mom, my heads taller's's taller." He was squeeling with delight because he was so much taller. Then he sprang out of bed and started running laps around the kitchen/dining rooms yelling "I love being 6!!" He loves being 6 b/c apparently he's "so much faster than when he was 5."

It's so cute that I cannot possibly tell him that he didn't grow any or run any faster. He doesn't believe in the ho-ho-ho Christmas guy, but he believes in this----so very cute!!

So, to my very fast, very tall, extremely handsome little Corbin...Happy 6th birthday.

Thursday, April 17, 2008

I'm turning into Martha....

Stewart, that is....except for the fact that my laundry is in piles around the house, the dishes are not washed, and the toilets haven't been scrubbed this week, but boy have I been busy baking cakes. I vowed to bake all of our birthday cakes this year because we spent a fortune on buying them last year. My cakes may not be as cute as the ones we bought, but they were pretty darn tasty.
On to other seems just about everyone I know is either pregnant or getting puppies....or moving. Congratulations to Genevieve, Olivia (my sisters), Traci and Erin on your pregnancies!! For the first time in a long time, I'm not envious of you, but I am excited for you.
It's weird. For a while, I was "in the zone." I wanted 4 babies, and by-golly, we were going to have 4 babies. And we did. All in under 4 years. But, the moment Baylor popped out, it clicked. 4 was enough for me. Just perfect for us. Each family is different, yes, I know. But 4 seemed to be our magic number. I truly don't miss the maternity clothes, packing diaper bags, pushing jumbo strollers around, or buying wipes, diapers, etc.....All of that being said, I will gladly babysit any of your babies(if you'd only move a bit closer)...because I do miss the smell of a baby...the goo-goo, ga-ga's....those genuine "I love you" smiles....the squeals of delight when they see your face.
And on to last bit of news, quite possibly the most exciting news I have to share...Baylor came to me last week dressed in only her Dora panties, h0lding her Bible and a Bible tract. She said, "mommy, I want Jesus to come into my heart, to save me, so that I don't have to go to Hell." Oh!! I have no greater joy than to hear my children walk in truth!! She just turned 3, and already has begun to understand what most adults in today's society have failed to grasp. We all need a Saviour. My "baby", my 3 year old gets it. Praise the Lord!!