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&lt;br /&gt;In fact...we laughed, we giggled, we smiled and best of all EVERYONE GOT DESSERT !!!
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&lt;br /&gt;SUCCESS!!! YES!!!
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The word "ignorant" is an adjective describing a person in the state of being unaware and is often used as an insult."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By definition, one who is Naïve is simply inexperienced &amp; does not understand that they are unaware. To me the implication is that as you gain experience you would naturally lose a level of naïveté.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, if you are deemed Ignorant, your uninformed state is caused by lack of knowledge, which I see as a willful condition. A condition that one can quickly alter by seeking out the knowledge that he/she lacks. Once confronted with said knowledge, you can no longer plead ignorance. At this point your denial of information that is at your fingertips results in what I call "Intentional Ignorance" --&gt; a completely unacceptable state of mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intentional Ignorance has been a pet peeve of mine since my earliest memory. I've found that most people who appear to be ignorant, choose to be as it is less complicated than to acknowledge the information that has been demonstrated or explained to them. Those who willfully choose not to see what is right in front of their very own noses are in fact denying knowledge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The denial of knowledge leads to the use of my #2 pet peeve: the belief in the phrase "it's just the way it is."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's just the way it is"...another completely unacceptable way to look at the world around you. If the likes of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Elizabeth_Cady_Stanton"&gt;Elizabeth Cady Stanton&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rosa_Parks"&gt;Rosa Parks&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Martin_Luther_King,_Jr."&gt;Martin Luther King Jr&lt;/a&gt; held fast to the thought of the masses during their times, Black people would still be sitting in the backs of buses &amp; Women would still be unable to vote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and while the examples I reflect on are extreme situations...they stemmed from what was commonplace and acceptable. If you personally contribute to the mindset that "it is just the way it is" for ANYTHING...you personally contribute to suppression and oppression of others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are faced with factual information and you choose to deny it...you are being part of the cause and in no way, shape or form, being part of the solution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...just think about that for a moment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4842854457146474948-4239563255505215994?l=just1momma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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We can even put it into techie-terminology: Garbage In --&gt; Garbage Out, or GIGO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My personal belief system is that which is loosely based on the Law of Attraction which basically  says that people's thoughts (both conscious and unconscious) dictate the reality of their lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe we are all made up of Energy. As we all know - there is Positive Energy and there is Negative Energy. I personally prefer to refer to these as "The Warm Fuzzies" and "The Cold Pricklies". My favorite way to explain to people who don't understand what I mean is this:&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been somewhere...and someone approaches you from behind, and you suddenly feel like the hair on your neck is standing on end. Your shoulders gets tense and you just feel like "UGH". Who ever it was that walked up to you has what I call "The Cold Pricklies". Then they open their mouths and confirm it by spouting off everything that's wrong in their life, their day, their family, their job, their car...whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now on the flip-side...someone approaches you from behind, and you instantly feel love and almost know who exactly it is who has walked in and up to you. You turn around with a big smile on your face, relaxed and ready to embrace this person (either literally or figuratively). You have been approached by a "Warm Fuzzy". They make eye contact...ask you how your day was...how your family is...tells you "so and so was asking for you"...and wants to be sure your having a GREAT day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One is filled with Negative Energy...the other...obviously Positive Energy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we are all born with a specific type of Energy, inherited from our parents...but most specifically from our mothers. I believe that our level of energy is also something that is innate. And while I believe we are born one way...I also believe we can alter not only our state of energy, but our level of energy. Some people have to work harder at it than others...but I believe it can be done. I also believe that the Energy we surround ourselves with is a major contributing factor here as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what is my point here....besides just getting my rambling thoughts out of my head on to "paper"? I have a few key points actually:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I do not believe there is a God out there that dictates anything, rewards anything or creates anything for that matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I do believe that EVERYTHING is energy, constantly moving, shifting, altering, evolving, ebbing and flowing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I believe the more Positive Energy in an environment, the more productive, happy and 'ethical' the environment is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I believe the more Negative Energy in an environment, the more non-productive, angry and 'immoral' the environment is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I believe that right now, the Negative Energy is the majority that is flowing through Television, Movies, Video Games, News, Mass Media outlets, etc...resulting in our current state of the Global Community.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Finally, I believe that right now is a PIVOTAL moment in time. The Positives or "The Warm Fuzzies" have to rise up and basically take over. Once this happens, we will start to see Positive Energy flow through the Global Community.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We need to start "creating" Good Karma. We need to start "treating others as we ourselves want to be treated." We need to get and share our Positive Energy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So from now on - when someone asks "How are you?"...tell them "Good and getting better! and YOU?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop focusing on the flat tire you got, or the time your mom said you couldn't go to the movies with "Johnny" or how you can't catch a break. Count your blessings instead. The more positives you focus on...the more positives you notice...the more positive you become....and the more Positive Energy you give off, directly impacting those around you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And remember: What you put out there...WILL be given back to you! It may not be an immediate or obvious result...but it WILL happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Instant karma's gonna get you&lt;br /&gt;Gonna knock you right on the head&lt;br /&gt;You better get yourself together&lt;br /&gt;Pretty soon you're gonna be dead&lt;br /&gt;What in the world you thinking of&lt;br /&gt;Laughing in the face of love&lt;br /&gt;What on earth you tryin to do&lt;br /&gt;Its up to you, yeah you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instant karma's gonna get you&lt;br /&gt;Gonna look you right in the face&lt;br /&gt;Better get yourself together darlin&lt;br /&gt;Join the human race&lt;br /&gt;How in the world you gonna see&lt;br /&gt;Laughin at fools like me&lt;br /&gt;Who in the hell d'you think you are&lt;br /&gt;A super star&lt;br /&gt;Well, right you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instant karma's gonna get you&lt;br /&gt;Gonna knock you off your feet&lt;br /&gt;Better recognize your brothers&lt;br /&gt;Everyone you meet&lt;br /&gt;Why in the world are we here&lt;br /&gt;Surely not to live in pain and fear&lt;br /&gt;Why on earth are you there&lt;br /&gt;When you're everywhere&lt;br /&gt;Come and get your share&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well we all shine on&lt;br /&gt;Like the moon and the stars and the sun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4842854457146474948-1697379614601854117?l=just1momma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Although I am indeed a Working-Mother...I can also be classified as a Stay-At-Home-Mother...since I do a majority of my hours from my house. I will never complain about this...I never take it for granted and I will be forever grateful to work for an employer that allows this flexibility. However...it does has one drawback...the lack of "normal" adult communication.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now many Stay-At-Home-Mom's {SAHM's) are in a similiar situation, but it is truly by choice. Mom's who stay at home, work their tails off...but they CAN and SHOULD venture out of the house during their days to socialize themselves and their children. There are countless other SAHM's that they can organize playdates, group play, lunch-dates, walks around the block, etc...with. As a Work-At-Home-Mom (WAHM) it is truly a different scenario. While I have the opportunity to stay with my kids...I am working. I am always tethered to my laptop and blackberry. And while, on occassion, I do "take lunch" at off times to venture around the cul-de-sac or to the market...it's in a hurried and non-social manner. My main means of communication with my co-workers is email and "chat". So 90% of my 'work-day' is spent typing &amp; reading online communication with my adult counterparts, with the sounds of the current Pixar movie playing in the background...along with my kidlets voice while they play out the scenes from their favorite parts...or favorite books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once my "work day" is over...it's strictly family-time. Dinner is made and a family-meal is had. Conversation revolves around work &amp; kids. Lots of "tickles &amp; tears" to go around since the kids ages span from 4-14. Then the night ends. The little ones are in bed by 8p...and the grown-ups and the teen settle in for quiet nights. Since I'm a "responsible parent"...rarely do I head out to socialize with other adults after my kids are in bed. So where does my healthy...adult communication come in to play? Yes - occassionaly we have time outside with other families, or a night-out with just me and the hub...but 90% of my life is spent within the confines of my home with my husband being the only other adult I interact with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enter Facebook. Something that I've noticed more and more the past few weeks, is people I used to head out for a night on the town with...now settle in for some good old-fashioned banter...but our medium is Facebook. The reason: we all have sleeping children in our houses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a social animal by nature. If I am in your presence I will talk to you. I love to communicate. At this current stage in my life...my communication tool at hand is my laptop or iPhone. I believe that these two "tools" have saved my sanity and kept my mind from being wasted away on one silly TV show after another. Sure I still watch some TV...but the shows are a select few...but without my "online socializing" I would be draining my brain from 8p until bedtime watching mind-numbing shows to kill the time before my next day begins. However, because of Facebook...I have been re-connected with many old friends. I have been introduced to a couple high-quality new friends. I have been exposed to new learning enviornments and opportunities that would have never landed on my lap were it not for online social networking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Facebook has also allowed for me to be more actively involved in REAL LIFE. It sparks interests, it spurs curiousity and more often than not...it invokes peer pressure to get off your sorry behind and meet that old friend for coffee that you'd never in a million years get to do if it were for Facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this is like an advertisement for the Social Networking tool...but it is what it is. Facebook saved me from turning into a hermit. I get my rants and raves out of my system for 100s of 'friends' to see and comment on. I get to have online debates and discussions since most people are more apt to be honest while typing rather than being honest while talking in real life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many who claim us to be "addicts" - but that's not it. "Back in the day" our grandparents wrote letters, our parents spent countless hours on the phone, then it was email, next came texting...and now...we have Facebook. It's all the same...it's a way to connect to and communicate with other humans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I lift my mug o'chai to all my "friends" around the world and say "CHEERS!" And I can do it from the comfort of my own home...AND I dont have to spend a dime to do it!! Imagine that...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4842854457146474948-8200998994044036815?l=just1momma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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It's amazing to me that this can occur in the matter of minutes. Literally one second your taking a lovely deep breath...seemingly content that all is right with the world...but then reality stealthly yet quickly creeps on in. Annoying as hell I say!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...this morning was obviously one of those mornings. FURIOUS I say...FURIOUS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My anger is directed at other people's perspective...or rather...their lack there of. So as always...in my search for coherant thoughts...I began my research on the word PERSPECTIVE. I had to decide between 2 'definitions' as to which I would follow:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;1. Perspective (cognitive), one's "point of view", the choice of a context for opinions, beliefs and experiences&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Perspective (psychological), or wisdom&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*actually there were a total of 5 to pick from...but for my current focus...pharmacoeconomics, literature and the way in which objects appear to the eye or in drawings just didn't apply :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically doing an e-nee-me-nee-mi-nee-mo...I decided to follow:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Perspective (psychological), or wisdom&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;"knowledge, understanding, experience, discretion, and intuitive understanding, along with a capacity to apply these qualities well towards finding solutions to problems. In many traditions, the terms &lt;strong&gt;wisdom&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;intelligence&lt;/strong&gt; have somewhat overlapping meanings; in others they are arranged hierarchically, with intelligence being necessary but not sufficient for wisdom."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few words jumped off my computer screen: experience, intuitive understanding and solutions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Experience ~~ I personally define 'experience' as learning by doing. It's how one gains experience. And in order to fully experience something one needs to absorb and grasp a concept or a lesson by DOING. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intuitive Understanding ~~ I believe that everyone has Intuition...but what many people lack is how to understand what their intuition is trying to tell them. Where does it come from...mainly by experience. Your inner voice is saying "HEY...remember when you did this and that happened..." Again...it is related to DOING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solutions ~~ Do you want to solve whatever issue is at hand? or do you want to "ignore it so it will go away"? One's ability to solve problems or even their desire to solve problems is directly tied to DOING. Sitting around and yapping does nothing in creating solutions to problems. The only way to solve a problem is to get up and DO something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what does this all have to do with my furious mind this morning??? I'm furious with the LACK of Perspective that surrounds many of us. Meaning ~ I'm furious with the LACK of DOING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to get something done...DO IT. Don't sit and talk about it...and then in turn whine about what you haven't done. Bitch, moan and groan allllll you want...as long as you DO. Otherwise...quite frankly...would you please SHUT THE FUCK UP!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4842854457146474948-6095045563158021645?l=just1momma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Every person I know is feeling the belt tightening right now. I thank my father and his practicality that he instilled in me over the years, that I've been able to run my family's finances in such a way that we simply have to "watch" what we spend on...rather than really "cut" what we spend on. If only our towns, cities, states and country could say the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But alas...that is not the world we currently live in...so what to do...what to do??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can say that I know what &lt;strong&gt;NOT &lt;/strong&gt;to do. Our community's education &lt;strong&gt;CANNOT &lt;/strong&gt;be used as the sacrificial lamb for our community's financial disarray. To do so would be shameful, embarassing and more importantly, counter-productive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Schools have ALREADY sacrificed enough. As it stands, for the 2009-2010 Budget...the Elementary and High Schools made many cuts...of which the schools eliminated 25 positions and once again re-organized our Middle Schools. Also over the years...programs such as Gifted or Accelerated Education have been lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a proposed Referendum...Councilman Jim O'Neill is looking for a reduction of another $1.3 million dollars on top of what has already been cut. According to O'Neill's proposal: "much of the $1.3 million could come from a pay freeze for teachers and higher health care co-pays"...however...this could only come about if the Teachers' Contract is re-opened and re-negotiated...which to be 100% frank here...WILL NOT HAPPEN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what WILL HAPPEN?? This is what WILL HAPPEN:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Middle School Ahtletic programs WILL be cut&lt;br /&gt;~ Education programs such as CARES, FCE &amp; SMILE WILL be cut&lt;br /&gt;~ at least 2 teacher aides WILL be cut&lt;br /&gt;~ Elementary Band and Strings WILL be cut&lt;br /&gt;~ Middle School Guidance WILL be cut&lt;br /&gt;~ High School Language, Art and Technology Ed classes WILL be cut&lt;br /&gt;~ Support for our students, such as Psychologists, OTs &amp; PTs WILL be cut&lt;br /&gt;~ there WILL be reduction in Elementary Art, Library &amp; Music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is OUTRAGEOUS. Having a child in preschool, a child in elementary school and a child @ the high school...I have to scream: ENOUGH!! These kids cannot take anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to ask our Community: WHERE ARE YOU??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is our Local pride? I know many people who graduated from SK have moved to other areas....but I also know that MANY MANY MANY have not. And add to those who've stuck around...I know MANY alumni who have returned to SK...because "it's a great place to raise a family" and they want their kids to go through the SK school system. But now that we are back here...WHAT HAS HAPPENED?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This referendum won't just affect students in the upcoming school year. The aftershocks of this earthquake will be felt for decades to come. Families who have children not yet school age may think this won't effect them...but they're wrong. The ramifications of this proposal will be permanent, and will be hard pressed to overcome in years to come. Families who have children already out of SK school system may think this doesn't effect them either. Again...they're wrong. The legacy that will be left will be nothing but shameful. And taxpayers who do not have children in the school system may argue that this will not effect them. THEY ARE WRONG. Look at other communities where education is not valued. Look at other communities where school systems are not properly funded. What do those communities look like? Is THAT what you want for YOUR community?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a well written explanation of what is being proposed and what will ultimately happen if Parents, Teacher and Taxpayers sit idly by:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.scindependent.com/articles/2009/05/15/local/doc4a0c3038282df498302434.txt"&gt;http://www.scindependent.com/articles/2009/05/15/local/doc4a0c3038282df498302434.txt&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here is a PowerPoint Presentation as well:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://fc.skschools.net/Documents/Potential%20Cuts.pdf"&gt;http://fc.skschools.net/Documents/Potential%20Cuts.pdf&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If this referendum goes through, what is left of South Kingstown's once exemplary education system will be thoroughly decimated! And ultimately many parents will be forced to find other options for their children's education...because quite frankly...SK will no longer cut the mustard :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"VOTE 1 ON JUNE 9th"&lt;br /&gt;Broad Rock Middle School from 8am til 8pm!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4842854457146474948-2598374852596173060?l=just1momma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Kids don't sit around saying "PICK ME! PICK ME!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I first started wondering about this when my step-daughter moved in with us 2 years ago. At the time, she had just turned 11. She moved in to a house that consisted of what one would consider a "traditional family lifestyle". A 2-parent house with 2 other siblings...a 4 year old sister and 1 year old brother. Oh and don't forget the 2 dogs and cat :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this "traditional family" house-hold, Mom is the home-maker. Mom also works out of the house alongside Dad, but we have the fortunate situation where Mom can do both. So Mom cooks for the family, does the laundry for the family and...oh...well...you get the scenario. So the 11 year old moves in. What does this Mom do? She 100% includes her into their family lifestyle. This means doing her laundry, cooking for her, making sure her things are picked up and kept clean &amp;amp; organized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The initial reaction is: why isn't the 11 year old 'earning her keep'? She's old enough to do her own laundry, make her own school lunches, clean her own room, etc. But I question that! Is she really? Should she have to? Did she barter in some way, shape or form to be born into this world and should in return be so thankful that she will 'carry her own weight'?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To this I respond with an emphatic NO!! I am the parent. I am the Mom. I am the adult. I'm doing the cooking, cleaning, raising, laundering, and what not for the other children in the house...why...because she CAN should she be expected to at the meager age of 11? Doesn't she have an ENTIRE lifetime ahead of her where she will most likely be doing this for herself and possibly her family when she is old enough?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why I ask, should this be put upon a child? Why should a child have to be 'grateful' or 'thankful' or 'indebted' for something that, quite frankly, they did not even ask for?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now...I'm not saying that kids should not be taught to take care of themselves. Of course they need to know how to take care of themselves (ie: 'carry their own weight'). It would be doing an  injustice if a teen didn't know how to make their own bed, or do their own laundry, or manage their time in such a way that they can learn to be on time and respect deadlines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT that does not mean that they should be on their own in doing so. I hear people say that "it's a tough world out there" and "when your older, you wont have anyone to help with..." To that I say BULLSHIT! In 'the real world' you have a TEAM to work with you. At the office...you have co-workers or project managers or team leaders or administrators to assist you in your tasks....to guide you...to make sure you are doing what is expected and right for the better of the Team. If you work at a school...you have other teachers to help guide you, a principal you can go to for assitance or help, mentors, counselors, peers, even students themselves to work together as a Team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kids should not be made to feel guilty if they are not rewarding their parents Parenting. Kids should be KIDS. You only get to be a kid for what?...18 years out of ~80?! That's less than 1/4 of a typical lifespan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have 3/4 of our life to be adults...to be responsible for ourselves and then for others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when I do my step-daughter's laundry, who is now 14, I refuse to think that wrong. I'm doing the 6 year old's laundry and the 4 year old's laundry...and, shit, for that matter my 35 year old husband's laundry...I can sure as shit do my 14 year old's laundry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll clean my kids' rooms, do their laundry, cook their meals, make their school lunches, and drive them to and from any and all social activities. I will put my social needs on hold for them, because this is THEIR time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my time, and when they are old enough, I'll have my time again. But I CHOSE to be a parent. I CHOSE to have multiple children. I CHOSE to have a house where each child was able to have his/her own space. I CHOSE to adopt my pets. Until they are "on their own" and in "the real world"...I will continue to PARENT my family, because that is what I am. I am a parent. That is what parents do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only "reward" I expect for this, is when they decide it's time to become parents, they do for their kids what I have done for them. The reward will be, being a grandparent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are, after all, a Team!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4842854457146474948-8480350120426248621?l=just1momma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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(it's a new day)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a long time waitin'&lt;br /&gt;Waitin' for this moment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a long time prayin'&lt;br /&gt;Prayin' for this moment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We hope for this moment&lt;br /&gt;And now that we own it&lt;br /&gt;For life Ima hold it&lt;br /&gt;And I won’t let it go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's for fathers, our brothers,&lt;br /&gt;Our friends who fought for freedom&lt;br /&gt;Our sisters, our mothers,&lt;br /&gt;Who died for us to be in this moment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop and cherish this moment&lt;br /&gt;Stop and cherish this time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time for u-ni-ty&lt;br /&gt;For us...and we&lt;br /&gt;That's you...and me...together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up this morni'g&lt;br /&gt;Feelin' brand new&lt;br /&gt;'Cause the dreams that I've been dreamin'&lt;br /&gt;Had finally came true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, I woke up this mornin'&lt;br /&gt;Feelin' alright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause we weren't fighting for nothin'&lt;br /&gt;And the soldiers weren't fighting for nothin'&lt;br /&gt;No, Martin wasn't dreaming for nothin'&lt;br /&gt;And Lincoln didn't change it for nothin'&lt;br /&gt;And children weren't crying for nothin'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a new day&lt;br /&gt;It's a new day&lt;br /&gt;A new day&lt;br /&gt;It's a new day&lt;br /&gt;It's a new day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4842854457146474948-7818146938096220856?l=just1momma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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This center was established back in 1973 by 4 women who "saw a need for an agency that could help people who might not qualify for support through established agencies".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These specific gift card donations are going to be Christmas Gifts for kids being helped by this center...ages 13-18. Normally they have ~150 teens to assist...but this season they are predicting that it'll be closer (if not over) 200 teens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I read type this my heart breaks. 200 TEENS! That is about a 1/4 of the nearby high school population!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family is lucky. My husband and I over the years have taken the appropriate steps to make sure that our kids haven't had to personally feel the devastating effects of the "economic crisis" that many in the town, state &amp;amp; country are reeling from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that said - it's time to "share the wealth" guys!! Give time...give money...give often. It's amazing how helping others also helps you. You feel good, you feel proud, you learn and feel compassion. What do you say?! It's about time to "pay it forward".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most people WANT to give...but never know where or how to start. So here we go. I'm from South County RI...so I'll post some links for different organizations around our area where it's more than easy to give quickly and painlessly. But if your reading this from somewhere else in the state or country...go here to find a way to give now:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.charity-charities.org/"&gt;http://www.charity-charities.org/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time to make a difference!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jonnycakecenter.org/supportourwork.html"&gt;Johnnycake Center of PeaceDale&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.habitat.org/cd/local/affiliate.aspx?zip=02879"&gt;Habitat for Humanity&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.welcomehouseofsouthcounty.org/"&gt;Welcome House of South County&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wrcsc.org/"&gt;Women's Resource Center of South County&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.arlsri.org/home/"&gt;Animal Rescue League of RI&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nkeapl.org/"&gt;Pet Refuge&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rimeals.org/volunteer.php"&gt;Meals on Wheels of RI&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rifoodbank.org/matriarch/default.asp"&gt;RI Community Foodbank&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kidsfirstri.org/"&gt;Kids First&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;There are many many more out there...these are just a few...but they're a great place to start.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Another helpful suggestion...when you go into your local grocery store (Shaw's...Super Stop &amp;amp; Shop)...they have either bins for food donations...or even more convenient...they have pre-packed grocery bags ($5, $10, $15 denominations) that you can just stick in your carridge at the begining of a grocery trip. You pay for it when you check out...and the donated bag full of food is place in a bin that then goes to your local Food Bank. How easy is that?! Personally I think they should do this ALL YEAR ROUND. I mean really...how many of us are impulse shoppers and have spent $5, $10 or $15 on items that we don't really need during a trip to Shaw's?? Why not use that money on things that people truely need?!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Even if only 1 person reads this blog and decides to act on it...well that's one more person/family who reaps the benefit!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Happy Friday...and if you have it...share the wealth this Christmas season...you'll be better and feel better for it!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4842854457146474948-5324899414405400812?l=just1momma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Blech!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After sitting with my teens @ dinner...and casually chatting with them about a whole lot of different things, I have to wonder what makes it so hard for parents and teens to relate to each other. Do parents really forget what it's like to be a teenager? Why do some parents feel they have to come across to their kids like they are perfect? Like they have never made a bad decision or mistake in order to "encourage" the kids to make smart choices?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fact of the matter is that people continue to make bad choices or mistakes EVEN AS ADULTS. The point needs to come down to whether we LEARN from those choices or mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It often amazes me that adults put expectations on teenagers that they should make no bad choices or mistakes, and that if they do then they should be punished. Don't get me wrong...actions deserve consequences...no doubt! But really what needs to happen is guidance, a listening ear to find out why the action occured, and most importantly that everyone learns from the action so it doesn't repeat itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A great point to this is Drinking and Driving. Teenagers have absolutely no concept of the potentially life-long natural consequences that could occur from Drinking and Driving. Yes - we can teach them it's wrong...we can can preach to them that it's wrong...but what it comes down to, is we hand 16-17-18 year olds keys to our cars and TRUST them to make the right and informed decision. But now I ask you....how many 21, 31, 41, 51, 61 year old "adults" make the right and informed decision in this SAME situation?! Am I saying it's right then? God no! But I'm saying, if adults have a problem making the right decision here....how in the world can we expect TEENAGERS to make the right decision?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell my teens all the time...you WILL make wrong choices and you WILL make mistakes. The key is to be honest about them and then work together to learn from them. My view on teens making bad choices is: CALL ME...TELL ME...BE OPEN AND HONEST WITH ME. If you can do that...you will NOT get in trouble with me. I will be there to help you and make sure you are safe. Once we know your safe...then we will discuss and more importantly LEARN. But please please please...let's make sure you are safe first!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teens....so what are your thoughts on this??!! Would you rather hear about your parents mistakes and how they learned from them? Would this help guide you through your own decisions? Or do you think this would just give you permission to "do the wrong thing"? Or would you rather have your parents/adults edit their life history so that you can see how you "should" act?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4842854457146474948-5706701202689945963?l=just1momma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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