Mama Always ~ L.A. Brown, Author

Let's get something straight here. I am a Christian; a card carrying, Bible toting Christian. Yes, I have a Bible with me wherever I go, its an app on my phone and I use it....a lot. If you didn't know that before, you do now. If you stop following my blog because of it, then I won't stop you, even if I could. I am not a hater. There are very very few people in this world that I hate. In fact, I can only think of two, and they, as well as God know the reasons. There is no reason for me to tell anyone else about it, at this point this issue is between me and God, and we're working on it. I try not to be judgmental. I fail at that a good portion of the time. I'm human, I fail. When I'm judgmental verbally and am called on the carpet for it, I will try to explain why I am that way. Most times, I'm convicted in my opinion, whether by the person I'm speaking with or by the Holy Spirit, either way, I have to examine my motives and adjust where necessary.

It's probably all my fault, really. I didn't mean it to happen, but it did. I got my child hooked on Days of Our Lives even before she was born. If I really want to place blame, though, I would push it further back to her Grandma, but I'll leave that for another day! Lol! Yes, Andrea listened to Days in-utero and then watched it after she was born. It probably was the peaceful times of her days when it was on, to be honest, I just don't remember for sure. She has watched it in earnest since she was old enough to be interested in the figures on the t.v. screen that moved and made noise, that I know for sure. It really doesn't help that her Grandma and her Nana and PopPop watched it religiously. I say watched because Grandma only watches when she's here, not so much when she's at home in Arizona. Nana still watches it, though and she and Andrea could probably talk about it, well, Andrea could, Nana would at least be able to follow what she was talking about.

I came across an article that disturbed me greatly today. It was regarding one of our service men who was medically retired because of TBI (Traumatic Brain Injury) and PTSD (Post Traumatic Stress Disorder), has a service dog to assist him and was horribly treated by people who are employed to be Customer Service  Representatives . This man, who is the founder of Paws and Stripes, a foundation that pairs service animals with injured military veterans found himself in the middle of a major mess in Washington, Dulles airport. I will refrain from using the airline's name, it is evident in the article ( http://www.facebook.com/l.php?u=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.dogheirs.com%2Felleng%2Fposts%2F1558-disabled-vet-asks-for-public-support-says-airline-workers-kicked-his-service-dog&h=-AQGwUU2r ), but the fact that this is more common than one imagines, not just in this instance, but in everyday life is heart wrenching. If you choose to read the article and view the accompanying video, be aware t

Yesterday, as most of us slept, some folks took in the midnight showing of the new Batman movie. One half hour into the movie, a young man, James Holmes, 24, took the lives of 12 innocent people and changed the lives of many, many more. This was a planned attack, there is no denying that fact and it was carried out in a calculated and swift manner. This individual has a screw loose and yet, looking at the commentaries on the various stories, some people want to blame everyone and everything but the man responsible for this reprehensible, horrific and senseless act. Among the dead that have been confirmed and the families notified are a Sailor who was 27, a young man who was celebrating his birthday and the next day would have celebrated his first wedding anniversary; a young sports reporter who had narrowly escaped another shooting in Toronto only to be gunned down in Aurora. A young man who threw himself in front of his girlfriend and her brother to shield then from the gunfire was

...and quite frankly, I don't like them. There used to be a time that I could pack a 757 pit, tight, by myself. There used to be a time that I could pick up a 70 pound Great Dane and heft it into a bath tub, then dry it off...by myself. There used to be a time when I could change an alternator, a starter or even spark plugs, by myself...not anymore. Now there are days that I can't hold a fork or a glass of iced tea. I can't hold the hair dryer long enough to dry my hair and my daughter has to help me. There used to be so many things that I could do that I can't and quite honestly, I'm frustrated as all get out. I bought a truck in May, a 1973 Ford F100 with the knowledge that I could do some of the repair work by myself. I haven't worked on a vehicle since I owned my 67 Camaro and I missed it. The newer cars have computers and I was confounded whenever I went to work on my husband's Mustang because it would involve a computer somehow, so it got relegated t

It has been at the forefront of a lot of peoples minds lately....the plight of Lennox the dog. Lennox lived in Ireland with a family that loved him and took care of him and loved him even more. It then came to the attention of Dog Control that Lennox looked  like a Pitbull and therefore was a danger to society. He was taken from his family, from the ones who loved him most and held in a cage, scared and alone until the time of his death at 7a.m. today when he was put down. All because he looked like a Pitbull. He hadn't bitten anyone, he wasn't a danger but despite protests, public outcry and the offer to take him to the US to a family that would love him, he was still put down. This makes me incredibly sad. You know, I am not particularly a fan of the breed, but I find this kind of behavior reprehensible. Why on earth would someone barge in and take an animal, a pet, from a family because of its looks? I remember when I was grooming that a lady would bring her wolf hybrid d