Heart breaking for a Mama and her baby...

As I sit down to write this, my heart is breaking for a young mother who made her way back to Mexico. So many times we lose our minds over the small stuff. I remember my Dad always telling me when I was a kid, in fact, just about all of my life, to not sweat the small stuff. Sometimes I can do just that...let it all roll off my back like water on a duck, other times, just look at me cross-eyed and I'll eat you for lunch.

I won't lie, this has been a year that the small stuff would be a welcome relief. After Mouse and I having pneumonia, and her landing in the hospital, my Cousin going into the last stages of small cell carcinoma and ultimately passing away Easter Monday. Then my Uncle, who had fought Alzheimer's, and emphysema, and then passing away, and not one but two memorials in L.A., not to mention all of the stuff that has to be done to get Mouse on an airplane, I thought that this year has been a pretty poor one. Never mind that financially we've been doing well…

All is yours...

Today, I listened to a pastor take on a "pastor" who preaches the world and not the Word. I won't name this particular man, but suffice it to say that he and his wife are Nationally known as the "pastors" of one of the largest "churches" in the Nation.
This man is a great motivational speaker, if you're not looking for spiritual guidance, because he doesn't give it. Sure, he throws in God's name, and even Jesus's name for good measure, but the concepts he uses are the "name-it-and-claim-it" type of methods. If you speak it out loud, and believe it, then it will happen. That God wants you to have an abundant life, that it was preordained before you were created. Oy!
Seems to me that this happened in history once...In the book of Luke, and of course other of the Gospels...Luke 4 tells of Satan's temptation of Christ:
Luke 4New King James Version (NKJV)Satan Tempts Jesus4 Then Jesus, being filled with the Holy Spirit, returne…

The bully pulpit

I had the unfortunate experience of being on the butt-end of one of those this last weekend. My youngest daughter was involved in a conversation in a forum about the transgender in the military issue, and came against a young man who, let's just say, was not gentle with his words. This is America, he has a right to his opinion, as foul as those words might be to others. **shrug**

My youngest daughter, bless her heart, also is very opinionated and commented on his attitude and the hopes that he doesn't pass it on to his progeny. Apparently this young man didn't like her come back and went digging on her Facebook page to find "dirt." The dirt he found was a picture of my Mouse from last Christmas, and put in text that reflected his opinion on those who have Special Needs. This is where I became involved.

Regardless of whether or not the initial post was private, the fact that it involved Mouse made it very relevant to me. No one, and I mean no one, will use my Mous…

On Charlie Gard and Parental Rights **updated**

I just read the most heartbreaking, and the most infuriating article that I think I've ever seen. And trust me, there's been a stink-load of them. I mean, seriously, the US does not have the patent apparently, on the crazy news.

In case you missed it, although I'm not sure how, Charlie Gard's parents have given up. They believe they have missed the window of opportunity to try to get him treatment because his CT scans have shown grave degradation in his brain matter. The time has passed where they could even begin to think there would be any improvement whatsoever.

That said... the article that I just read had a paragraph that infuriated the tar out of me:

"In a piece forThe Guardianentitled“Despite Charlie Gard’s Tragic Story, We Must Respect The Process Of Our Courts,”UCL health professor, Ian Kennedy, expressed sympathy for the plight of Charlie, but ultimately justified it on the basis that “children do not belong to their parents.”
…As a society, we must choose…

No, my book is not autobiographical...contrary to popular belief

Lately, jokingly, mind you, a friend questioned if Diary of a Crazy Cat Lady
wasn't autobiographical. As much as I would love to have the farmhouse described therein, complete with wrap-around covered porch and decked out sunroom, I still have to say no, its 98% fabrication, with a smattering of past events thrown in just to make it more personable.

So, why the question?

Well, it seems that I have a "kitten drop-box" in my closet.
Yeah, you read that right, a kitten drop-box.  Let me explain. A year or so ago (it all sort of blends sometimes), we had a tallow tree grow right beside the house and up through the eaves. Those are what are known here in Texas as trash trees or weed trees. The reason being is because they grow like 'em. It doesn't take more than a few weeks for them to get the strength and height to get to and through an eave.  The fact that we don't visit that side of the house that often (our drive-way is on the opposite side of the house) excep…

All I can do is shake my head...

Wow. When I look around me, all I can do is shake my head.

It's been a while since I've posted, I know, and I apologize. Lots has been going on and sitting down and writing has been something that I've had a problem doing. My thoughts have come out jumbled as if they just went through a blender. Until now.

Trust me, there has been fodder out there for me to write about, but in the interest of keeping my witness about me and my sanity to boot, I've just stuck to what my mother used to say, "If you can't say something nice, don't say anything at all."

That said...I'm going to step out there and just let go.

Since the Dr. Dao incident, I've been itching to get on here and say what I think. Well, I'm not commenting on that or any of the other incidents, sort of. Actually, I'm going to address all of them at the same time with my opinion, such as it is. Take it or leave it, it is what I think.

We live in a "microwave" society. Eve…

Let's get, really...

Let's get real here.

Special needs is still something that is talked about in hushed tones by the majority of the public. Not so much by the parents of these children, or adults.  There are so many aspects of what we as parents deal with on a daily basis with our special needs family members, that a "normal" parent would run screaming into the night over. I'm not kidding.

Some parents have children that, because of their neural wiring, threaten their (parent's) lives on a daily basis. Some parents have to place their loved ones in homes, for their own safety. Not in defeat, although they may feel they have been defeated, but because they are doing what is the right thing for that child. Others live with the very thin line that they walk every day because they know they can, and must. They're the only ones who can take on what is coming because they know ( in my opinion), God has given them the strength to withstand the mountains ahead of them.

Some parents ha…