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by John MacArthur
While they were eating, Jesus took some bread, and after a blessing, He broke it and gave it to the disciples, and said, "Take, eat; this is My body." And when He had taken a cup and given thanks, He gave it to them, saying, "Drink from it, all of you; for this is My blood of the covenant, which is poured out for many for forgiveness of sins." (Matthew 26:26-28)
While they were eating, Jesus took some bread, and after a blessing, He broke it and gave it to the disciples, and said, "Take, eat; this is My body." And when He had taken a cup and given thanks, He gave it to them, saying, "Drink from it, all of you; for this is My blood of the covenant, which is poured out for many for forgiveness of sins." (Matthew 26:26-28)
Passover was the oldest of Jewish festivals, older even than the covenant with Moses at Sinai. It was established before the priesthood, the Tabernacle, or the law. It was ordained by God while Israel was still enslaved in Egypt, and by the time of Christ it had been celebrated by God's people for some fifteen hundred years.
But the Passover Jesus was concluding with the disciples in Matthew 26 was the last divinely sanctioned Passover ever to be observed. No Passover celebrated after that has been authorized or recognized by God. Significant as it was under the Old Covenant, it became a remnant of a bygone economy, an extinct dispensation, an expired covenant. Its observance since that time has been no more than a religious relic that serves no divinely acknowledged purpose and has no divinely blessed significance. To celebrate the Passover is to celebrate the shadow after the reality has already come. Celebrating deliverance from Egypt is a weak substitute for celebrating deliverance from sin.
In fact, Christ ended the Passover and instituted a new memorial to Himself. It would not look back to a lamb in Egypt as the symbol of God's redeeming love and power, but to the very Lamb of God, who, by the sacrificial shedding of His own blood, purchased the salvation of all who believe. In that one meal Jesus both terminated the old and inaugurated the new.
Breaking the unleavened bread was a normal part of the traditional Passover ceremony. But Jesus now gave it an entirely new meaning, saying, "This is My body" (Matthew 26:26). The original unleavened bread symbolized total detachment from the old life in Egypt, carrying nothing of its pagan and oppressive "leaven" into the Promised Land. It represented a separation from worldliness and sin and the beginning of a new life of holiness and godliness.
By His divine authority, Jesus transformed that symbolism into another. Henceforth the bread would represent Christ's own body, sacrificed for the salvation of men. Luke reports that Jesus added, "Do this in remembrance of Me" (Luke 22:19), indicating He was instituting a memorial of His sacrificial death for His followers to observe.
In saying the bread is His body, Jesus obviously was not speaking literally. A similarly foolish misunderstanding already caused the Pharisees to ridicule Him and many superficial disciples to desert Him (John 6:48-66). It is the same misunderstanding reflected in the Roman Catholic doctrine of transubstantiation. That literalistic notion is an absurd misinterpretation of Scripture. Jesus' statement about eating His body was no more literal than His saying He is the Vine and His followers are the branches (John 15:5), or than John the Baptist's calling Him the Lamb of God (John 1:29).
As the disciples drank of the cup, Jesus said, "This is My blood of the covenant" (Matthew 26:28). Luke's gospel indicates that the Lord specified "new covenant" (Luke 22:20), clearly distinguishing it from all previous covenants, including the Mosaic.
When God made covenants with Noah and Abraham, they were ratified with blood (Genesis 8:20; 15:9-10). When the covenant at Sinai was ratified, "Moses took the blood and sprinkled it on the people, and said, 'Behold the blood of the covenant, which the Lord has made with you in accordance with all these words'" (Exodus 24:8). When God brought reconciliation with Himself, the price was always blood, because "without shedding of blood there is no forgiveness" (Hebrews 9:22; cf. 1 Peter 1:2). A sacrificial animal not only had to be killed but its blood had to be shed. "The life of all flesh is its blood" (Leviticus 17:14), and for a life truly to be sacrificed, its blood had to be shed.
Jesus therefore did not simply have to die but had to shed His own precious blood (1 Peter 1:19). Although He did not bleed to death, Jesus bled both before He died and as He died—from the wounds of the crown of thorns, from the lacerations of the scourging, and from the nail holes in His hands and feet. After He was dead, a great volume of His blood poured out from the spear thrust in His side.
There was nothing in the chemistry of Christ's blood that saves. And although the shedding of His blood was required, it symbolized His atoning death, the giving of His unblemished, pure, and wholly righteous life for the corrupt, depraved, and wholly sinful lives of unregenerate men. That blood made atonement for the sins of all who place their trust in the Lord Jesus Christ.
As noted above, the divinely ordained Passover remembrance ended when Jesus celebrated it that night with His disciples. Any observance of it since that time has been based solely on human tradition, the perpetuation of an outward form that has long since lost its spiritual significance. But for those who belong to Jesus Christ, that event in the upper room began a new remembrance of redemption that the Lord will honor until He returns in glory.
As you prepare to celebrate the Lord's death and resurrection this week, take some time to consider God's faithful deliverance of His people. If you've been redeemed, remember that your salvation was possible only through the sacrifice of Christ on your behalf (Ephesians 2:8-9). And if you have yet to bend your knee in repentance and faith, know that it is only through the shed blood of Christ that you can be set free from the captivity of your sin (Ephesians 2:1-7).
(Adapted from Matthew 24-28: The MacArthur New Testament Commentary.)
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Amen Brother John.
Salvation, sanctification and our future glorification is only possible through the precious blood of Jesus.
The world wants to try everthing but the blood to get right with God. Heck, the church today wants to try everything possible except the one thing that works, which is the blood.
Keep preaching the Cross of Christ as a beacon for hope for a sin sick world.
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We remember the Ultimate and Unique sacrifice of Gods Lamb.
Ultimate, because all prior led to it & non must follow it.
Unique, because all prior could not "take away the sin" but only cover it.
Thank you Jesus for shedding your blood once and for all. We remember & worship with gratitude in our hearts!
It sure is a Good Friday!
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As Brother John said, the old covenant is now obsolete (Hebrews 7:18-19, Hebrews 8:13), a shadow of what was to come (Colossians 2:17, Hebrews 10:1), from a line of human priests (Hebrews 7:16, Hebrews 7:28) making sacrifices on an earthly altar (John 4:21-24, Hebrews 13:9-10), to resting on a certain (Sabbath) day (Mark 2:27, Hebrews 4:6-11), to upholding the law as a way of being holy and blameless in his sight (Romans 11:32). Praise be to the Lord Jesus Christ who fills all in all (Ephesians 1:22-23).
The salvation of the Jews was in memorial to "what happened" back in the Exodus AND looking forward to "what would happen" in Calvary hunderds of years later. Thus the Pasqua.
Then when Jesus the Christ came, he made it clear that all who would need to be saved have to look back to "what happened" back in 30AD. Thus the Holy Communion.
Therefore pre-cross and post-cross salvation happened in that very day the Lamb of God died for humanity.
That is what Redemptive History is all about. That is where we base our faith and our very lives on - in that which was "what happened" back then. Our faith is not wishful thinking but based on very hard evidences. Praise GOD!
Just wondered what Paul meant that we were to discern the Lord's body at communion or we could suffer death. This backed up by John's gospel indicates to me that it is the Lord's body and blood that we are taking at communion. The pre Constantine writings on communion say that there was no disagreement on this point except by obvious heretics who had other strange beliefs. It is hard to see communion as only being symbolic when such strong words are used by Jesus to the departing Jews - eg naw or chew on my flesh.
Since most churches believed this for 1500 years and beyond would God have allowed error to last so long.
It is difficult to give a simple answer to your question since it is based on two Bible verses from different books in the Bible. A careful look at each verse within its own context should help to clear up the matter.
Firstly, to discern the body, or "judge the body rightly" (1 Cor 11:29 NAS), is actually about irreverence or indifference to the celebration of communion. When seen in its wider context it becomes apparent that Paul was responding to carnal behavior going on in the church at Corinth. Verses 17 through 22 reveal that their communion table had become a place of divisiveness, drunkenness, and gluttony. Paul, therefore, called on them to "examine" themselves (verse 28) prior to partaking of the communion elements. This was to check that they were not sinning in any of those areas. There is nothing within the passage that suggests this discerning or judging had anything to do with defining the communion elements as Christ's literal body and blood.
Secondly, I am assuming your "chew on my flesh" statement is referring to John 6:53-54 when Jesus said, "unless you eat the flesh of the Son of Man and drink His blood, you have no life in yourselves. He who eats My flesh and drinks My blood has eternal life, and I will raise him up on the last day." Once again, if this verse is read in its wider context, its meaning becomes readily apparent. Jesus was dealing with a crowd of people whose stomachs had been the beneficiaries of his miracle with the loves and fish (verses 23-24). The entire context of this passage centers around food. The crowds wanted Jesus to feed them again and had no interest in His teaching (verse 26). In contrast to their desire for another meal, Jesus proceeded to present Himself as the true spiritual food they needed, describing Himself as the Bread of Life that will eternally satisfy them (verse 35). Eating His flesh and drinking His blood was about believing in Him (verses 29, 35, 36, 40, 47, 64, 69) and had nothing to do with their view of the Lord's Table as He had not yet instituted it. If it was to be interpreted as Jesus referring to the communion elements then it would also have to be interpreted as Jesus teaching that salvation is attained by eating and drinking at the Lord's Table (verse 54).
I hope this clears it up for you Charles.
When Jesus said the Jews had to eat His flesh, it was not cannibalism per se. Jesus was telling them that they had to come to Him not in their terms but "in His terms". Secondly, Jesus as prophesied in the OT will speak parables or poroimeia to the people for a purpose (Ps 78:1-4; Mt 25:1-3)
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Anna Maria's Rouladen
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My friend Anna Maria was born in Germany and makes a simple and simply delicious rouladen. I told her I wanted to make it into a 30 minute[ meal. She said, "Good luck!" By using thin-cut sirloin, rather than slow-cooking meats, I think this recipe comes close. There is no substitute for Anna Maria's, but if you don't know her, try this out:]
- 1 package dumpling mix, (recommended: Panni brand) available on International Foods aisle
- 4 slices bacon
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- Salt and pepper
- 4 rounded teaspoons prepared Dijon style mustard
- 4 tablespoons chopped flat-leaf parsley, a couple of handfuls
- 4 dill pickle spears
- Toothpicks or kitchen twine
- 2 tablespoons, extra-virgin olive oil, 2 turns of the pan
- 2 tablespoons butter, cut into pieces
- 2 tablespoons all-purpose flour
- 2 cups good quality chicken stock, available on the soup aisle
- 1/4 cup sour cream
DirectionsPrepare dumpling mix to package directions*. See note:
Bring a pot of salted water to a boil. Form several large balls, 2 to 3 inches thick, of dumpling mix. Add to the boiling water then reduce heat and simmer 15 minutes.
Place bacon in a skillet over medium heat and render fat by cooking bacon about 3 minutes. As edges just begin to crisp, remove bacon from the skillet and transfer to paper towels to drain.
Season slices of sirloin with salt and pepper. Spread each slice of meat with a rounded spoonful of mustard. Top mustard with a generous scatter of chopped parsley. Top seasoned and mustard-coated meat with a slice of bacon and a dill pickle spear each. Place the bacon and pickle off center closer to 1 edge of the meat than the other. Roll the steaks around the filling and secure with toothpicks or kitchen twine. Heat a deep skillet over medium high heat. Add oil, 2 turns of the pan, then meat rolls. Cook meat 2 to 3 minutes, then give it a quarter turn. Cook meat a total of 10 to 12 minutes, then transfer to a plate. Add butter to the meat pot and melt. Add flour to the butter and whisk together, cooking 2 minutes. Add chicken stock to the flour and butter and scrape up pan drippings. Season with salt and pepper. Stir in sour cream and remove from heat.
Remove toothpicks or twine from meat. Set meat roll and large dumpling on a dinner plate and cover with sour cream gravy. Quick sauteed cabbage makes a simple side dish, see recipe below.
*Note: "I like a denser dumpling rather than a lighter one, so I use 1/2 the amount of water that the box calls for. I make smaller dumplings so they cook faster." "If you like a lighter dumpling, it needs to be the first thing you start because it takes a little longer to cook." Our dumplings took 10 minutes to cook.
Recipe courtesy of Rachael Ray and Anna Maria Wagner
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Skip to comments.Gettysburg: Day 1 (149 Years)
Posted on 07/01/2012 7:26:55 AM PDT by chargers fan
I know that the real focus on Gettysburg will be next year with the 150th anniversary then but I found a Hard Rock band that put together a "Rock Opera" of the battle and figured the 149th was a good enough time to show it. Days 2 and three to follow.
Sorry here's the link.
I've always wondered what it would be like to be in Buford's command that day.
Whenever we watch the movie, I find myself talking out loud at the screen, telling Lee not to walk those men across that open field. It was a moment of madness.
Without Gettysburg, we would never know of Joshua Chamberlain.
That reminds me....it's been too long since I watched Gettysburg. Thanks.
General Lee (first day). "Tell your commander to take those heights if practical".
(((Those heights were Cemetery Ridge.....dohhh!!!!)))
General Longstreet (first day). "We have 'em now sir. Just find a nice piece of high ground between here and DC and let the Yanks come to us like at Fredericksburg.
One of the nice things about the movie is a lot more people now know about Buford and he was played by the ultimate quiet badass Sam Elliott.
"My ggg-GF fought at Gettysburg w/ the 29th Pennsylvania Volunteers.
They lost fifteen killed, forty-five wounded and fourteen missing.
Our family still has his sword."
Wow. Was he a confederate?
Thanks for the reminder. I need to plan for a trip to Gettysburg next year.
The movie "Gettysburg" is a good film.
Martin Sheen as Lee is awful.
Robert Duvall as Lee would have made this a great film.
One thing about the movie. I' don't think Little Round Top had trees, back then. I am under the impression that Little Round Top had been logged off, and was bare of cover.
I visited G-burg 10 years ago and wept at the copse of trees on C-ridge when I pondered how suicidal that charge was. The Rebs lost 30% of all troops committed over the 3 days of fighting.
You are correct. Little Round had been partially cleared. Scattered boulders/rocks provided cover for Infantry. Per Thomaslegion.net
Didn't see it was 'pennsylvania' volunteers. My ggg also fought at Gettysburg, Bernie Shultz. Don't know what division, though. My brother knows it, he is a civil war reenactor. Said he didn't understand the battle till they actually 'fought' it.
We rode on horses through the battlefield last year. It's huge, and I'm so glad they kept it as a National Park.
If you are planning a fall trip to the Gettysburg area, I would suggest timing it with The National Apple Harvest Festival, held the first two weekends of October.
Located just outside of Gettysburg in Biglerville, its a great old fashion country fair. And the country side is beautiful this time of year; the weather cool and the apples great. Lots of great food, vendors of local arts and crafts, pie eating and apple bobbing contests for the kids, music, square dancing, displays of antique cars and old farming equipment, hay rides.
Its a really good time. Ive gone there many times since I discovered it by accident while camping in the area with some friends. And its close enough to Gettysburg that you can tour the battle fields and go to the festival.
Thx - I'll keep it in mind.
Have visited many Civil War Battlefields. None so powerful as Gettysburg. Sickles Hole. The Wheatfield. Devil's Den. Each place has a story.
"One thing about the movie. I dont think Little Round Top had trees, back then. I am under the impression that Little Round Top had been logged off, and was bare of cover."
Looked it up. From Forbes sketches I think you are correct.
29th Pennsylvania Volunteers?
"29th Pennsylvania Volunteers?"
No. He came down from New York. I'm not sure, his name may have been Schulting.
My wife's gg grandmother Virginia Barksdale Wade's brother General William Barksdale was killed second day near the Plum Run by Willard's New York "Harpers Ferry Brigade"...
Colonel Willard perished as well in his efforts
leading from the front has it's drawbacks
We still tend to their family plot here in middle TN though the General is buried in Jackson MS where he and his brother had moved to start cotton and lumber and newspaper endeavors as well as a law practice
and lastly...Chamberlain even though later an eloquent speaker/politician said none of that modern day racial equality rhetoric attributed to him in the movie...likely Jeff Daniels and directors throwing a bone in the PC bowl for hungry dogs
Believe me. As a genealogist, I have read volumes and volumes of 19th century text. There was no such thing as racial PC in 1863.
Was the brief portrayal of Gen Barksdale close to accurate? Thinking maybe diaries. Letters?
That is truly a family treasure. Please make sure that there is some way of keeping it in your family. I'd hate to see it show up on an episode of Pawn Stars.
but if you are raised in Mississippi and live in Tennessee then these battlefields are a ubiquitous reminder that a savage war was fought here
i grew up in places we would find relics...mainly bullets and minor things though serious hunters found larger intact pieces
i always had the fantasy of course ....finding a perfect saber
my grandfathers place on the Jackson-Clinton road had 20 acres and an old home and they found minie balls and small grape frequently
visits to Vicksburg were common for us given the bluffs were something of an anomaly and it was so close
we had redoubts all over
here in Nashville I lived near Shy's Hill later in life and had redoubts on my hilltop
now I am just south of Franklin TN and can see the Winstead-Breezy Hill gap where Hood had his command post for his doomed assault on Schofield's works
it's what forms our perspective down here that northerners except a few in Pennsylvania and Maryland don't grasp
I have been to Manassas, Fredericksburg, Chancellorsville, Grand Gulf, Brices Crossroads, Iuka, Spring Hill, Chicamaugua, Lookout Mt, Okalona, Nashville, Franklin, Jonesborough TN, Fort Donelson, New Market, Pea Ridge, Champions Hill, Vicksburg, Port Hudson, Stones River and Shiloh...likely forgetting a few....Selma...lots of little skirmish-battle spots
of those I think Shiloh wins easily as most interesting battlefield
Vicksburg sure has some big northern monuments though which are works of art by themselves
kids down here who pay attention and are raised right ...know these things...but I bet in another 100 years it will all be overshadowed by a New America that looks nothing like itself
just look how immigration transformed the North from those who fought for the Union in 1860s...I would wager a majority of northerners today have no kin or just one side who fought in the war whereas..us down here...the losers as we are commonly called...still have overwhelming genetic ties to those who fought and died
i actually had this conversation with a friend from Illinois yesterday of German descent
i'm older parent and my boys are up to snuff
but i watch Gen X and younger and I have my doubts...too much kool aid...too much time
Barksdale was older by those standards...long white hair
and was killed late in the second day charging as was the wont of CSA commanders in those days
i assume it was accurate...my memories of the movie are now scant
Barksdale had a reputation as an "enthusiastic" person whether in politics as a major firebreather or war as a commander...and that likely led to making him a sweet target up front waving on troops
it was just something they did more then and it was costly especially for the South
but I was not crazy with Sheen as Lee...not even...Duvall was so much better
Elliot as Buford was great though...his deep country voice sure gives gravitas
my memories of the latter movie are better
I wasn't that struck by Duvall as Lee in Gods and Generals but perhaps that is because he got so little screen time. It seemed pretty much that the entire movie was the "Stonewall Jackson Story." However, that might have been due to the way Shaara wrote G&G (from having read Gone for Soldiers and Last Full Measure I know that he often does have most of the book seen through one person's eyes).
Four of my great-grandfathers fought for the Confederacy (Virginia), only one was at Gettysburg. He was a private in the 49th Virginia Infantry. My wife's great-grandfather was in a NC unit and was captured at Gettysburg on July 3rd. He died as a prisoner of war at Fort Delaware and is buried in New Jersey.
His sword? Cool.
I have 2 ggg-Uncles that were killed at Gettysburg as well. They both were killed defending Houck's Ridge and the 4th NY Artillery that was placed at Devil's Den. They served with the 124th New York. The "Orange Blossoms"
One of the things the NPS and historians have been doing recently, is trying to restore the battlefield to its condition during the battle. There has been tree cutting, and replanting of the Peach Orchard and Wheatfield areas.
Thanks for the web site, have added Thomaslegion.net to my History bookmarks.
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Skip to comments.Top Ten Most Dangerous Cities in America Each Led by a Democrat
Posted on 03/04/2013 7:11:07 PM PST by grundle
Detroit for the fourth year in a row, is ranked as the "most dangerous city" in America according to Forbes online.
The statistics indicate that Detroit suffered about 2,137 acts of violent crime per 100,000 residents. However, when we rank the extraordinary crime levels for each of these 'dangerous' cities, we noticed a startling trend in our quick research, and we weren't the only ones who noticed it, apparently.
You see, each of these cities has one commonality being that each is also led by a Democrat Mayor, and these days you know what Democrat actually means....
Indeed, if insanity is defined as doing the same things over and over again while expecting different results, then these residents of the most dangerous cities must simply adore the crime waves they're enduring.
Ranking all of the rest by least dangerous to most dangerous:
10th- Buffalo, N.Y. (Democrat Mayor )
9th- Cleveland (Democrat Mayor )
8th- Stockton, Calif. (Democrat Mayor)
7th- Baltimore (Democrat Mayor)
6th- Atlanta (Democrat Mayor)
5th- Birmingham, Ala (Democrat Mayor)
4th- Memphis, Tenn (Democrat mayor)
3rd- Oakland, Calif (Democrat Mayor)
2nd- St. Louis. [Source] (Democrat mayor)
You just can't make this stuff up....
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People get the Gov't they deserve.
Is Mayors all they have in common ????
"Is Mayors all they have in common ????"
Well seven of the nine listed are Black RATS.
There are parts of Cleveland that are very scary.
There are other parts that I would take my family to with no reservation.
I'll bet most of these cities have a Martin Luther King Blvd.
Hey, you noticed that pattern too!?
They should rate the "most dangerous street name" across the US... hmm, google time.
Actually damn near every city, town or hamlet have a Martin Luther King Street, Avenue, Boulevard or road.
One thing most have in common is; It ain't safe for man nor beast to be on Martin Luther King Street, Avenue, Boulevard or road after dark. Usually through the worst area of the worst ghetto in the town.
At least my Mississippi concealed carry is legal in Memphis
Do not get trapped behind the bus in memphis's Voodoo village after dark
Your comment could be labeled racist or it could be labeled factual. It must be added that 7 of those ten states also voted democrat in the last election.
I am a white boy from a long line of white boys and my wife is a lovely shade of brown from South of the border and I do not tolerate bigots or racism. Your comment was factual and not bigoted nor was it racial.
Sometimes facts can be ugly.
What's #1??
but how many of them have Mayors promoting lock-picking classes??
They need to stop cutting support for law and order when they fail to get the increased tax revenue that they want.
It is not so much because of the party of the mayor, but it is the percentage of blacks in the population.
I was born in Memphis and spent all but the last 12 years
in or near Memphis.
It was the nations cleanest and quietest city, with the number one fire department.
The city was 60w/40b.
The city reversed to 60b/40w and became a cesspool with black government.
The once famous Memphis light, Gas, and Water division, a model for the nation, has been split up and sold off to companies that are not even in Tennessee.
Murder has soared.
Memphis is "Gone With the Wind".
Seriously? Carefully read the beginning of the story again?
I can't think of a single thing!
Anecdotal but a former high school class mate of mine was robbed and murdered on a city street, in broad day light in Memphis, the year was 1964. The case has never been solved.
"Facts are stubborn things..."
I don't spend much time in or around Memphis but when I drive through I don't stop and I get the creeps.
I grew up in Eastern Arkansas and it was a fun time to "go to Memphis". Now many people in that part of the state will drive farther to go to Little Rock when they need a "big city" service.
"Top Ten Most Dangerous Cities in America Each Led by a Democrat "
Burlington, Vermont is also led by 'rats — probably some of the "mostest leftist" in America.
But it's quite safe there.
Can anyone figure out why that is?
Gotta be gun free zones.
It is surprising that Chicago, where they don't let the sun set until there's been at least 24 gun homicides in the previous 24 hours, it not on this list.
Hey Rhambo, you're screwing up.
" class mate of mine was robbed and murdered on a city street, in broad day light in Memphis, the year was 1964."
In 1964, that would be a freak and extremely rare incident that might happen anywhere in the country.
Today it would be just run of the mill daily life in Memphis.
I still have a daughter living there.
"It is surprising that Chicago, where they dont let the sun set until theres been at least 24 gun homicides in the previous 24 hours, it not on this list."
The figures may be skewed by city boundaries.
They do not reflect the metropolitan area.
I do not know about Chicago, but as an example, Atlanta is a very small town, maybe less then 500,000 in the city proper.
Cities become landlocked by suburban municipalities.
Oops, I just jumped right to the list, never mind.....
This is such bullshite and folks trot it out all the time.
I grew up in the south in a (back then) majority white city..Jackson MS...and it was a one yellow dog party town till early 70s and ran just fine
There are plenty of white cities populated by liberals and run by democrats that while given to excess and all their crap still run fair enough...especially in comparison to these on the list
God knows I wish it was as simple as GOP always good and Dems always bad but it's not and those who think so are either stupid, ignorant or hopelessly naive.
ditto on most large hispanic populations
keep dreaming ya'll while we circle right below the lid of the toilet bowl
You know....I'm gonna let your post go...I found it a bit snotty and self righteous with a ting of race baiting
and as one also married once to a latina...and two kids with her on my home page
which gave me no high horse over race and nor does it you
but I'm gonna just let it ride and hope you get smart
"Burlington, Vermont is also led by rats probably some of the mostest leftist in America.
But its quite safe there.
Can anyone figure out why that is?"
Because Burlington is watched over by Champ, Nessie of Loch Ness's cousin. You shoot I et youms.
It's not surprising.
Urban areas are where welfare programs are. This is where blacks carve out areas and they quickly degrade into Fallujah-like neighborhoods.
They elect their liberal blacks to help spread other people's weath around to themselves and scream "racist" if anyone objects.
This is why the urban liberals are pushing "regionalism". They are trying to go after the money in the suburbs and exurbs to cover their excessive spending.
Don't ever accept any form of regionalism. It's all about urban areas sucking in money from areas that aren't theirs.
See number 25 above.
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NEW YORK ( TheStreet) -- Sick of hearing about the fiscal cliff yet? Hope not because the noise isn't about to stop anytime soon.
Like the whole debt ceiling debacle, most analysts don't expect the federal government to actually go over the cliff, a term that refers to the combination of expiring tax cuts and spending reductions set to go into effect in 2013. But again like the debt ceiling debacle, there's the potential for a lot of posturing and angst that could very well bring America much closer to the edge of the cliff than anyone is comfortable with.
And let's not forget, sometimes the unexpected comes to pass; often with disastrous consequences. On Thursday, the Congressional Budget Office, a nonpartisan group, offered up this unpleasant scenario , basically saying that going over the cliff would push the U.S. economy into recession.
"According to CBO's projections, if all of that fiscal tightening occurs, real (inflation-adjusted) gross domestic product (GDP) will drop by 0.5 percent in 2013 (as measured by the change from the fourth quarter of 2012 to the fourth quarter of 2013)--reflecting a decline in the first half of the year and renewed growth at a modest pace later in the year," the CBO's report said. "That contraction of the economy will cause employment to decline and the unemployment rate to rise to 9.1 percent in the fourth quarter of 2013."
That's scary stuff and investors sitting on healthy gains in 2012's equity winners have to be thinking about taking some profits off the table now (if they haven't already), especially since the election's results didn't really provide any sort of referendum.
Capital Economics gave its take on Wednesday, saying it doesn't expect the elections to have a "lasting impact" on the stock market but also acknowledging that the cliff problem will be difficult to navigate.
"Neither the tax hikes on investment income proposed by President Obama nor the tax cuts proposed by his defeated Republican challenger are likely to see the light of day, as Congress remains split," said John Higgins, senior markets economist at the firm. "But a compromise between the Democrats and Republicans to avert next year's fiscal 'cliff' may not be reached until the eleventh hour, which could affect sentiment in the meantime."
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"Of course, if the Democrats and Republicans fail to reach the sort of compromise that we foresee, then there could indeed be a major and lasting reaction in the stock market," he said. "But even under this scenario, the impact on the stock market might not be that dramatic for two reasons. First, not all investors pay the top rates of tax that Obama wants to see rise. And second, a growing share of US equities is sheltered from tax."


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ST. PAUL – Minnesota FFA Hall of Fame (HOF) 2013 inductees at the 84th Minnesota FFA Convention at the University of Minnesota-Twin Cities included James Bartels of New Ulm and the late Bob Christensen of Sleepy Eye.
Other HOF inductees were Al Brudlie, Lewisville; Lowell Gunderson, Ada; Kristin Harner, Northfield; Kent Janssen, Sherburn; Cliff Mitchell, Albany; Lisa Moorhouse, Forest Lake; Natasha Mortenson, Morris; Steve Olson, Buffalo; and James Weninger, Howard Lake.
A selection committee of FFA members, alumni, and agricultural educators selected the inductees for their influence and support of Minnesota FFA and who have demonstrated a high level of service and commitment to agriculture, agribusiness and/or agriculture education.
Jonathan Tauer and Trevor Serbus of Cedar Mountain High School each won three state proficiency awards. Serbus won them in Ag Science Research Plant Systems, Fiber/Oil Crop and Vegetable Production; Tauer won them in Diversified Livestock Production, Equine Science Placement and Poultry Production.
Others winning proficiency awards were Jessica Busch, Sleepy Eye, Agricultural Communications; Brandon Roiger, Sleepy Eye, Home/Community Development, Ag Education; Alexis Schouvieller, Cedar Mountain, Ag Education; Samantha Krebsbach, Sleepy Eye, Ag Sales Placement; Trevor Serbus, Cedar Mountain, Ag Science Research Plant Systems and Fiber & Oil Crop Production; Jake Trebesch, Sleepy Eye, Beef Production Entrepreneurship; Sabrina Portner, Sleepy Eye, Dairy Production Entrepreneurship; Josh Kotten, Sleepy Eye, Diversified Ag Production; Matt Schroepfer, Sleepy Eye, Diversified Crop Placement; Tia Cselovszki, Sleepy Eye, Equine Science Entrepreneurship; Skyler Vold, Red Rock Central, Brandon Kral, Sleepy Eye, Specialty Animal Production; Sam Thies, Sibley East, Specialty Crop Production; Pat Wendinger, Cedar Mountain, Swine Production Placement.
Scott Vogel, Springfield, was a Star Farmer Regional Finalist Pat Wendinger, Cedar Mountain was a Production Placement Regional Finalist, Tia Cselovszki in Agri Business and Karson Herfurth, Springfield, Agri Science.
The Hutchinson FFA Chapter was named the top chapter in Minnesota. Following were Cedar Mountain, Dassel-Cokato, Forest Lake, Howard Lake-Waverly-Winsted, Kerkhoven-Murdock-Sunburg, Morris Area, Plainview-Elgin-Millville, Red Wing, and Sleepy Eye.
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Nevertheless, Simons showed up the next morning. She ran with others for long stretches, until, after passing the halfway mark, she found herself alone. "I was so tired and just wanted the race to be over one way or another, whether it's an animal taking me out or crossing the line," says Simons. "Near the end, I heard crashing noises and thought, `Oh, yeah, well, come and get me.' Of course in hindsight I realize it was likely a deer but it certainly kept me moving forward."
Laurie continued to defy her fears, signing up for the Le Grizz 50-miler in October 2006. The Hungry Horse, Montana, race is whimsically named, and turns potential dangers of running through bear country into comic fodder, riffing on the name, posting many pictures of grizzlies on its website and brochures and even including encounters with wildlife in its waiver. Laurie showed her grit again, continuing on her own as the pack thinned. She finished triumphant, taking second place in the women's masters division in 9:26:57. In 2007, Simons continued to excel in trail races, including the Jemez Mountain 50K, Old Gabe 50K, Powderface42 and the HURL Elkhorn 50 mile.
Simons' return to living life on her terms necessitated an absolute acceptance of what had happened, and she draws satisfaction from the fact that the National Parks staff never located the bear that had attacked her.
"[The bear] never went beyond protecting those cubs—the fact that I'm alive shows that," says Simons. "She didn't want to meet me any more than I wanted to meet her."
Simons' scars are now covered by a mass of fine, curly hair. It's hard to fathom that this ethereally pretty, even delicate-looking woman has a will and determination of forged steel. Son Stephen says his mother's encounter was a life-changing experience. "It made her more committed to doing what she wants in life."
Bear Facts
Trail runners can move so quickly and quietly on trails that they boost the potential for a wildlife meeting. Here's what you can do to reduce those chances.
- Check trail conditions before you leave. Many parks offer online bear updates and report on trail closures.
- Carry bear spray and know howto use it.
- Don't wear an MP3 player.
- Travel in groups.
- Make noise. Sing, talk or yell or clap hands. Make more noise near streams and on windy days. Be especially proactive in dense vegetation or berry patches.
- Stay alert for signs of bears—scat, tracks, dug-up areas or torn-up logs.
- Leave if you see any large carcasses.
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Mrs. Flinger: A work in progress
UPDATE TO Mrs. Flinger October 16, 2015
Because the Universe has a wicked sense of humor, after this delcaration, my blog threw up all over my last upgrade.
So I'm starting over using Craft. Turning 40 and kid entering Jr High next year, sometimes it's just time for a change. These archives will still exist in the way the last child goes off to college and their room is the same for 20 years, but it's just time to move forward.
December - the syndication month part 1: I can be your sunshine? Dec 03, 2014
I made a promise that I would post a "behind the scenes" or "what this means to me now" post in December, of some of my favorite, or touching, posts in this decade-long blog.
Today I pulled up, "Maybe I can be your sunshine?" Originally aired May 6, 2011.
——- The post——
He watches the truck with a camper pass us on the road. "I wanna go camping again. Are we EVER going to go camping again?" My three year old is a drama queen sometimes. I laugh. "Yes, we'll go camping, I promise. We'll go when it gets sunny again."
"It's NEVER going to be sunny again!" He whines. He also loves to whine.
"Oh, it will," I assure him, "Probably July 5th." The classic NorthWest joke doesn't mean anything to him.
"Hey, I'm wearing yellow! Maybe I can be your sunshine?" he beams a little.
He starts to point out all the yellow. There's a yellow sign! And a yellow truck! And yellow flowers!
Suddenly there is so much yellow that he declares it is a sunny day even as I turn on the windshield wipers.
Sometimes he seems to know exactly what I need; even before I do.
———Today, December, 2014———-
This kid can still be drama and he can still win over my heart with a sigh. This boy is a connection to past, future, and story books. He is the "I love you forever" son, he is the Ron in Harry Potter, he is the gold people look for in rivers and streams. He can make his Second-grade girlfriend laugh (two years steady now) and can score goals on his always-winning soccer team. He is a testimony to why traditional schools don't work and why kids are resilient and amazing.
Drama doesn't stop following this one but we've learned to catch flies with honey. "Is your tummy REALLY that bad? Let's go to the doctor," I heard myself saying this morning. "No, maybe I'm just full." He is nervous, has a rough stomach at the smallest change to the schedule, and reminds me that we're creatures of habit.
My son, the most amazing, dynamic, sporty, hilarious little person I know. With compassion for yourself and for others, your future is as bright as the flaming sun. With adoration, as always, your family. xo
On birthdays Nov 02, 2014
My mom always made a big deal over our birthdays. She would make a homemade cake and in very-detailed, time-consuming, 80's perfectionist manner, decorate our cakes in secret under a banner of birthday wishes and streamer-lined dining room lights.
It was difficult for me to understand her when she told us all she wanted for her birthday was a cake. "A fancy cake?" we used to ask. "No, just a cake. That's all I need."
It wasn't until last year that I believed her. Last year I sat at my brand new job, day two, in a corner struggling through onboarding. I didn't realize how lonely it was to have nobody know it was your birthday. I realized, I don't need a cake, or a party, or presents, or a big todo, but the value and warmth of someone saying, "Happy Birthday," is highly under appreciated. I know people leave kind things on Facebook, but call me old fashioned, Facebook doesn't seem as sincere as a person using their actual mouth to say, "Happy Birthday" with their eyes and a warm smile.
I'm clearly getting old. Authenticity is a hallmark for all that I value now. Well, authenticity and a clean laundry room. Before this I had a different take on aging.
I was being authentic when I said to people, "I just love when people wish me a happy birthday. I don't need a lot. I don't need presents or special things, I just want people to smile, be kind, and maybe share a drink with me. And I'm totally, 100% cool with that." I sounded like my mother asking for a cake and only a cake. Suddenly I got it.
I don't need much, but if you're willing, I'd love a genuine happy birthday and a toast of cheers.
This year, I was blessed with so much more than that.
My husband and I had a real, genuine sit-down-date where you go someplace and they server you food WHILE YOU SIT THERE. I know, right?! The joy! And we chatted about things, not all job related or kids related, but about life and things and stuff and nouns. Maybe even verbs.
Back at work we had a heavy deadline and a review with our client. After the call, I was summoned to a central station where twenty-five work friends were waiting to sing happy birthday to me. Y'all: After last week, I can't tell you how much this means to me. People who I adore, who are kind, and lovely, and forgiving, and hilarious, all came to sing me the (as Aaron Brooks said, "The Cake Song") and we shared multiple cakes, including Gluten Free for me, and a cider or pumpkin beer to ensure a fun time. We then went back to our respective deadlines and happened to kill it. (A thousand shout outs to my team for being awesome and for pulling this out of our butts and getting it done in Real Time, Yo!)
I came home with my left over Gluten Free Chocolate-OMG-Amazing Cake and shared the night with my family. I then had a lovely night out with my girlfriends later in the weekend and am ready for the countdown to 40. The thing is? Most of my friends are already there. I see them laugh at my angst, they jeer at my goals, they mock my determination to change anything in the next 363 days. "Yea, I had goals," they laugh, "now I just say CHEERS!"
I look around the table, around my life, and I'm so thrilled with the people who sit at each meal; The family I get to call my own, the children I get to have text me "Mom! Mom! Guess what? I figured out what the length of this string is! In Javascript!" and the mister that's been in my life since 1989. I am equally thankful for my college roommates who keep showing up to my yearly anniversaries, to my best mom friends who keep sticking around when our kids have outgrown each other, and my newest friend(s) who share a billion similarities including our parent's hometown.
I'm forever grateful for the people who show up in my life to leave their mark on my history and my heart and I hold, cherished, their truth. We all have a story and I'm grateful to include them in my own. Birthdays, to me, aren't about selfishness, but about celebrating the entire road to where we are at now: and today, I'm most grateful for the people who keep showing up, day after day, in my happiness.
On handling things poorly: A how to guide for losing your eferloving mind Oct 25, 2014
You know that part of your gut that tells you wise decisions in which you promptly ignore? It's also the same part of your gut that knows you're holding on to some trauma that your brain hasn't processed.
You should probably start listening to that part of your gut unless you want to lose-your-shit at a Laser Tag Team Building Exercise.
I'm not a gun person. I'm so not a gun person that the one time I shot a real gun at a range with my parents, I promptly set the thing down, walked in to the bathroom, and hyperventilated until the automatic lights turned off with me sitting in the stall.
Rule #1 to losing your shit: Deny your emotional response to tragedy.
I don't think I've always had this phobia of guns. Up until a few years ago I might have been somewhat ambivalent about them. But now, well, things have changed in the world, my world, our world, and I am no longer uncertain about my thoughts on guns.
When a tragedy strikes, everyone feels *something*. When the Newton shootings happened, the whole nation, in fact a majority of the world, shook their heads and sighed and went home to hug their children tighter. I was closer to the tragedy, in a way I didn't feel I had any right to claim "effected" because my relationship to the youngest victim was a short playdate earlier that summer. He was the nephew of our good family friends and my son and his cousin knew each other well. Very well. So when I text my girlfriend to see when we are getting together and she replies, "That's Noah's school on tv," I left work and ran to her house as quickly as I could arriving with Kahlua and Diapers: the essential survival kit of tragedy with a small baby at home.
I was there as much as possible for the following weeks, and I saw a family deal with something nobody should ever have to deal with. I saw the variety of emotions and different ways of grieving. I saw people stand up to offer support and others avoid having to say anything at all because what is there to say?
I never once thought I was going to need to work on my own issues of having seen someone close to me go through such horror, having known the face of a victim, and the emotions of going home to my own family; Guilt, Fear, Hate, Worry, and a very intense hatred of guns.
Rule #2 to losing your shit: Ignore Your Wise Gut-feeling
When my team proposed a laser tag outing, I admit it wasn't top on my list of things to do. I should've listened to that small voice saying, "You hate guns." Instead my brain part said things like, "We've been trying to get together for a year," and "it's fine, they are just toys," and "It's been a long time now, common, it wasn't even your nephew." So we booked our night out and included a party bus.
I know I wasn't super excited about it but I figured it would be fine. Plus, there's the alcohol. Surely I would be able to handle a pretend toy gun if I've had enough wine, right?
Rule #3 to losing your shit: Numb the Wise Gut-feeling with Wine
We were all enjoying adult beverages. In fact, on the way over to the venue, having just left a work party, we were all feeling relaxed. I wasn't even the most "relaxed" of the group. But, and this is something I can admit to now, I was getting more and more fearful of the laser tag event and in a flurry of panic, decided to catch up to those more "relaxed" than I was.
Rule #4 to losing your shit: Shove away the feelings from another, similar, scary tragedy that happened hours earlier just up the road
I checked my phone after a few meetings and found a voice mail from our school district informing us of a shooting at a nearby school. Without thinking, I grabbed my headphones and went for a walk to call Mr. Flinger. It's how I've always dealt with bad or scary news since I was 13 years old: I call him and he talks me out of the crazy or he breathes with me while I try to remember how to breathe.
It was the middle of the day and I had work to finish. I also had that team outing in a few hours so I couldn't get too down and let my emotions get the better of me. So we chatted for twenty minutes while I walked and tried to breathe and come to some sort of understanding about why I was so affected by that news.
I told a project-team-member and her reply struck me as odd. "Was that your kids' school?" Surely if there was a shooting at my child's school, I would run to be as close to them as I could without a single word of explanation and certainly not a casual conversation. She followed up with her thoughts on school shootings. I can tell you this: sometimes the best way to reply to horrible news, even if it seems completely unattached from you or your coworker, is to just say, "Wow. I can't imagine."
Without realizing it, because I was trying very hard not to realize it, the news brought up a lot of memories, emotions, and feelings I've never given myself the permission to feel because *my* kids are safe and my family is ok. What right do I have to be affected by shootings?
A side note: We should all be affected by the news of shootings. The minute we stop being affected, we as humans lose the ability to empathize. It's unrealistic to expect everyone to just lose their shit about every tragedy, but we should never stop feeling the feelings that this is not ok and we have to do something.
Rule #5 to losing your shit: Re-enact the scary thing that produces those emotions after trying to ignore them and cover them with wine
The minute I had the gun in my hand, it was too heavy, too real, and I was shooting at targets. I got, how shall I say, "mouthy," as you do around a bunch of dudes who are holding guns in their hands. I might have said something about being scared and the wise gut-part of me started yelling that I truly shouldn't be doing this. So I tried to play along, poorly, and half way through was escorted out of the laser tag maze. Apparently cussing is not allowed and y'all, lemme say this: I was fucking cussing a lot because there were zombies coming at me and I was shooting them with a fucking gun.
Yea, the cocktail of losing my shit had perfectly mixed.
I sat down, thankful for being out of the fucking zombie attack, and started to shake. I still couldn't put a finger on WHY I was so effected. Up until a friend asked if I was ok, and I was not ok, and the tears and sobs like a choking cow came poring out, I would've answered I was fine.
And there, in the laser tag bar, without a seemingly rational reason, I lost my shit and bawled in the arms of four co-workers and blubbered on about a little boy who was killed and why are we killing each other and what is wrong with our children that they have to take lives? How can we raise children to be confident and happy when I can't even be sure that they will be safe in their cafeteria? Or their classroom? I know the innocence of my 7 year old, the way he thinks about the world and I sobbed because there was a family who will never hear what their 7 yr old boy would've said as he started second grade or soccer or birthday parties.
That's how I lost my shit on a Friday night with my teammates. That's probably what we call a royal fuckup and in the true professional sense, I should probably go shove my head in the sand and start applying to other jobs. But at the same time, if I can be completely candid, WE HAVE TO START TALKING ABOUT THIS. It's why we're all so shocked when Robin Williams kills himself or when another shooting happens across the street from our office. It's the reason we are so numb and fake and perfect. It's why we value people with no real emotional bank and why some CEOs are only shells of actual people. I don't say the right things all the time, or half the time, but I'm smart and a hard worker and I'm doing fairly well at my job. I have great feedback and I enjoy my work. But I know just yesterday when a friend at work admitted to having a hard week and said, "I can't say that here. To anyone," it's a sign that we're not allowing our work to have real-life people working there. I don't want to work somewhere that I can't be human. *These opinions are mine and not my employers. *
"It's not personal, it's business." It's always personal. It's personal because we're people. And sometimes, in a perfect storm of bullshit, a person will lose their eferloving mind in the face of news and tragedy. I might not have handled that with grace, but I handled it as a person, a mom, a fiend, a co-worker, and a human.
I hope I'm forgiven for being those things. And I know the next time someone else is human, I'll offer a breath, a hug, and forgiveness.
Do the Hail Marys. Even if you aren't Catholic. Oct 20, 2014
When I was 7year old, we sat in the bathroom during Hurricane Alicia. I was living in Houston with my parents and very tiny sister, who was only 2 at the time, sleeping quietly in the safest area of the house: under the bathroom sink.
My parents listened to the weather on a battery powered radio while the walls shook and tornadoes clamored around the neighborhood. We walked in to the eye of the storm where we found our fence down the street at our neighbor's house, ten doors down.
At the time I didn't realize my parents pissed off someone holy. I didn't know God was a revenge sort of guy and that my mom probably chewed the wafer at Communion that week so we were doomed to lose a fence and all our backyard toys.
Now, though, I understand the weight of being a mother. We bear the responsibility for the natural, and the unnatural, disasters.
Including Lice.
Yesterday, I was happily writing a post for my daughter's tenth birthday, while yelling at her to stop itching her head. It had been a very busy weekend with a soccer game, gymnastics party, family coming over. So the first quiet moment since a deliverable push at work and all the aforementioned things, I sat writing about her turning ten, thinking all the lovely thoughts of her, while I periodically yelled, "SERIOUSLY! STOP ITCHING!"
And then I realized, holycrap she is itching. A lot. So we dove in to her hair and saw nothing. Nothing. I mean hair, yea, but that's it. So we told her to go shower, we told be boy to go shower, and they came back clean and pretty. And then I checked again this time with a light and a fine tooth comb. Nothing. And then. Something.
So we did what every parent of this age would do: We watched a lot of youtube videos about searching for Lice.
Waaaayyyy too many videos are out there about lice.
So I read some things about Lice and THIS happens to speak exactly to people like me. CLEAN PEOPLE. PEOPLE WITH OCD. PEOPLE WHO LIKE WINE.
Then came the Freaking Out Our Shit. To be fair, It was just me freaking out my shit, but I did it enough for the all of us.
After emailing and texting people we saw this weekend with the good news, "HEY! FORGET ABOUT EBOLA! Just worry about head lice. You might have caught it from us so see? LIFE IS GOOD! You're welcome."
Then we started treatment and I realized that lice is no laughing matter.
Maybe worthy of a few puns, but certainly not laughing matter.
As I sit here with Mayonnaise on my hair (the legit kind, not the usual Veganniase that we eat), and watch the children with their coconut oil hair with shower caps, I think we may have survived this episode.
I'm not so ready to be confident of that, though, because, as the RID shampoo brochure stated, "These assholes can hold their breath for a really long time and promise to infest your life for possibly ever."
I'm pretty sure I read that somewhere, anyway. I'll let you know how this turns out. And promise not to share my hair scrunchie.
In which I write loud letters from the bathroom and think future things, not cyborgs Sep 10, 2014
I can't tell you how many times I hear the Lost in Translation quote in my head. It doesn't sound like the movie, it sounds like a dear friend of mine from my First Real Job at Portland Public Schools; "But they learn how to walk, and they learn how to talk… and you want to be with them. And they turn out to be the most delightful people you will ever meet in your life."
Jenna told me this when her own baby was only a few years old. I remember so vividly because I hadn't had children yet, but the idea stuck with a tar-like dignity that warms in the sun on certain occasions.
Tonight was such an occasion.
The nine year old girl had asked for some time to take a bath; a legitimate luxury given the schedule most days. Tonight was a fine night to do so, so we answered with a "Of course!" like any parent who can finally grant their child's ridiculously small wishes.
About thirty minutes later I sing-sang up to her that it is time to get out and hello, was it me she was looking for?
Then I started writing her pretend letters verbally, when I didn't find her again.
"Dear Lolo, I'm in the bathroom where you just were. I hope you are ok. Love, Mommy."
No response.
"Dear, Lolo, I am almost done cleaning up the bathroom where you just were. I hope you are in your room but have not heard anything. Love, Mommy."
Silence. Maybe some nose laughter.
I continue with my nightly OCD, "Dear Lolo, I'm done with the bathroom and I'm concerned I have not heard from you. I might even clean the toilet. Love, Mommy."
She appears in the doorway, filling it more than I remember her tiny self doing so, and laughs. She was, apparently, plugging her nose so she wouldn't laugh so loudly that I could hear her. She thought my letters to her were hilarious. I am glad because I was nearing the brink of sanity. Or at least, the end of my todo list in the bathroom.
We continue on like this for thirty minutes or so while the boys play some rolling-ball game in the living room. I echo a letter to her, she replies back to me in kind. We "verbally write" each other various letters. At one point she forgets to sigh her "letter" and I "write back" with, "Dear Lolo, you know, it's polite to sign one's letters with love, so and so." She replies, "Dear Mommy, sorry, I forgot. Love, Lolo."
We giggle as we compile these letters to each other in the air.
I am astonished at how big, how human, how.. grown up she is.
I can barely contain tears when I hug her at last laughing, "We make great pen-pals!" She laughs, not seeing my wet eyes, "Yup! We're very good at yelling."
I can not believe how this baby, toddler, preschooler, challenging every step of the way, this person, turned in to, well, a person. She is all that I would ever want in a nearly-tween and more. She is a most loving kid, subject to moodiness and hanger, (hungry anger) and wisdom and ridiculousness. She is kind hearted and smart and witty. She loves her brother with ferocity. And yet, she keeps a sense of herself amidst the structure of life; this free spirit that I've always known since the minute she produced herself to the world. She is, and forever shall be, her own self. And by god I love that kid. That human. That person. With a tenacious ferocity of its own. Letter writing could never convey the magnificence of it all. But I still think she understood, and even wrote me back.
Dear Lolo,
I love you biggest of all the loves in the world.
Love, Mommy.
On Coaching: Can Corporate America work like a Team Sport? Aug 02, 2014
I'm used to being yelled at. "Point! Point your toes!"
"Drop now!"
"You're overextended, bring it back, good, good, POP! MORE! Nice!"
These are words I heard coming from the side of four apparatuses growing up. I can still, to this day, call muscle memory from years and hours in the gym. I can answer, almost turrets like, questions about gymnastics.
"What is the olympic order of events from 1- 4?"
"Who was the silver medal winner in 1985"
"The Romanain with the curly bangs! Ecaterina Szabo!" This one I know because I got my BANGS PERMED to look like her. While million of little girls where trying to be Mary Lou Retton with her gold medal, flashy smile and short bob hair, I was aiming for second place and wishing to be the girl NOT from the USA team.
(This reminds me to bring this up with my therapist this next week.)
As I work on a spec outlining Front-End Best Practices, I hear coaches yelling these old pieces of advice. Not figuratively, LITERALLY, I can hear them yelling "Point your toes!" "DROP NOW!" I'm working in the gym as my daughter attends her first gymnastics lesson.
I've been careful not to push gymnastics on her too hard or too early. I was mindful not to put my own passion on the little girl I had. I remember Mr. Flinger asking me if I'd want our daughter, if we had one, to do gymnastics. He was surpised when I answered honestly, on our honeymoon, I'd never push her in to the sport. In fact, I admitted, I'd be fine if she never did it.
Sitting here in the gym for the first time in twenty-three years, I'm nostalgic. I can still do one-arm cartwheels, handstands, some other easy gymnastics basics. Years after quitting competitive gymnastics, my body knows HOW to do a double-back or a full twisting vault; I just can't physically DO it anymore.
I'm confronted with mortality of youth.
I watch the girls do backhandsprings on beam. "I can do that!" My brain yells at my legs. "COMON!" But my body; achy and older and heavy and tired, sighs, too exhausted to muster any mocking comeback.
So I continue to write my spec and notice in the background as each girl receives input for improvement. I can't help but equate my work to this teamwork. Spending nearly two decades in sports, trains a person take and give helpful critique. Somewhere in my adult life, though, critique became harsh and competitive. Someone forgot to tell the corporate world we were a team*. I'm sure it's not just the corporate world, I know this because several of the women from work today spoke of a variety of industries and experience where competition ruled motivation.
To quote Jillian Michaels, "Now that I'm forty, I just want to collaborate. I'm done competing."
As I near forty, this theme presents itself more often. Listening to the coaches, I think how valuable input can be. I trained hours, days, years with the knowledge my practice, and guidance, would help me improve.
How do I convey this to the adult world? How do we get back to team sports as adults -in our jobs? Is it possible to succeed without crushing each other to make a point about how much better than someone else we are?
I'll just sort of let that question hang out there and leave you with this:
*Views Mine, not my employers or anyone else's.
**Points of clarity: I'm not talking about a specific team here, but a general attitude of the reward system of the American Dream. It's more a discussion point to start than an accusation. At this point in my career, I've worked on a London team, Germany team, multiple types and sizes of business teams, and higher education. The idea that we can rise above our neighbor is "one of the great things about 'Merica." HOW we do that, is a question I'm asking. Gymnastics is an individual sport but we still celebrate and lift up our teammates. I get there's more at stake here; people's livelihoods and actual security, not just a happy feeling and a medal. But still, I wonder if there's a way to achieve something as a person that is greater with a team than I could do alone.
Let's call this middle age and all agree home-girl is thinking out loud….
The Universe is One Persistent Mofo Jul 12, 2014
Over a year ago, I started talking to someone about ADHD. I joined a group of other women and we talked about what it was like living with distraction, children, jobs, husbands, and the constant 32 TV monitors playing different channels in our heads.
One of the themes that started cropping up was the idea of mindfulness. Mindfulness, or the awareness of your thoughts and living in the present tense, has been shown to decrease ADHD symptoms. Meditation, it's practical companion, has been shown to help cancer and diabetes, fix marriages, and save the planet from impending astroids.*
The last one is a theory but I'm sure someone is researching that right now. Maybe.
It's been a year and a half now that the theme mindfulness has been cropping up. At first it was my women's group, then it appeared in books I was reading. (Granted, with titles like Mindfulness and the Brain and You Are Not Your Brain, I knew what I was getting in to) but lately it's picked up the pace of obviousness and is a bit more "in your face" if the Universe is like that, which it is.
Sometimes when you don't stop to listen, The Universe will start yelling.
Apparently the article in the Costco Connection this month was my last straw.
FINE FINE I GET IT NOW. I should probably start a mindfulness practice? And go back to Yoga?
Fine FIne Fine. Ok.
So today I went back to Yoga for the first time in nearly a year. A year of fighting the idea of stillness and breathing. A year of forgetting bout my core strength and my arms. A year of very few warrior stances or downward dogs. A year of being disconnected.
Luckily, my very favorite Yoga teacher started a new class down the street that has the best of both power and mindfulness. After some guided meditation, we started Vinyassa Flow. I started to remember I had muscles in my body somewhere. My arms burned and my belly got in the way during Karnapidasana, but the realization slowly sank in that regardless of how long I might ignore my own reality, it's never too far to get to a Yoga mat in the middle of a room filled with other people working on grounding themselves, too.
I hope you'll join me in this new series of Mindfulness Posts as I begin the journey to whatever it is that is Today. I'm ready to listen. Sometimes by sharing what I hear, the lesson sticks in my stubborn brain just a little bit more. And perhaps, maybe, I can help someone else who is not too far from their own message, whatever that might be.
*ADHD and Mindfulness
Alleviate stress and depression
Help cancer
Fix marriages
I thought I was more Sandra Bullock, but really I'm more Emmet Jul 11, 2014
I used to joke that when I wrote my famous novel about my life (because it's that interesting?) I would have Sandra Bullock play me in my movie. "I can see that!" friends I bribe with booze would say.
Lately the reality is setting in that I will a) never finish a book in a timely fashion and b) have zero original thought.
See, The Internet is awesome. It lets people express themselves. It allows us to connect on a global scale. It also takes all my brilliant ideas and squishes them because SOMEONE ELSE ALREADY SAID THAT.
I went to graduate school which means I understand I have no thoughts of my own and have to research everything to back up any claims I might make. Basically I paid a lot of money for someone to tell me I don't know anything.
I've taken this concept in to my professional life. I know what I know, I know there's a lot more to learn, and I know I have to use data to back up anything I might spout off if I want to be taken seriously. This means I spend a lot of time researching articles and reading ideas that have come before my own.
When I'm asked to submit an article to something awesome like HTML5Hub, I obsess over what I'm saying and ensure I'm not stepping on toes of ideas similar to mine.
This also means I have serious writer's blockage.
Stuart Firestein, in his awesome Ted Talk "The Pursuit of Ignorance," talks about this phenomenon. The more you know about a subject, the less you know about anything. It means that the more you go in your career or education, the more questions you have and the less likely you are to be confident that you know anything at all.
So at the end of all of this, my brain really feels more like an empty cavern without any original thought at all. The reality is I'm not Sandra Bullock, I'm Emmet.
In soft whispered voices Jun 30, 2014
Sitting on the edge of the bed of my seven year old he whispers to me, "I'm writing a book about a Koala and a bear. You know that bear that made us have a lockdown at school? Well, that baby bear and the koala have a story and I'm writing it. You would identify with the Koala, Mommy. It's a traveling Koala."
"Oh, I'd like that story, Bud."
"Yea, maybe you stay for a minute and rub my back?"
"Ok, I can stay another minute and rub your back."
"Wait, you can't leave yet. I'm not asleep. Maybe you go downstairs and do five minutes of work and then you come back and check on me? Then you can do the laundry. But five minutes of work, ok?"
"Ok, Bud. Five minutes and I'll check on you."
You won't be awake when we go in again. You won't see us peering over your sleeping face and smile softly to ourselves. You won't see us kiss your cheek or whisper "I love you" in your ear. But what you will do, which still amazes me, is somehow whisper, "I love you, too," in your sleepy stupor.
Some of my favorite memories are happening this moment.
There's Gold in Them Hills Jun 28, 2014
Two of my best girlfriends and I take an annual Moms/Kids camping trip. We started this at a "close-ish" park in 2009 with a toddler and a few pre-schoolers. We stuck close in case shit hit the fan and we had to call home for emergency needs like running another set of matches out because these ones don't work. You know, big things.
Of all the years we've been doing this now, there are a few stories that stand out more than all the others. Sure, there is the annual whip-cream shot after waffles in the morning. And yes, there's usually a craft and some roasting of things. There's some bike riding (and bike smashing that one year I backed up over my daughter's bike) and scootering. Kids learned how to bike while another learned to walk. But of all these stories the few we pass down each year go something like this:
"The Year of Raccoons"
The year we all slept in tents was an epic achievement. It was the first trip and I was daring this adventure with a newly turned two year old toddler. As would become the "norm", Michelle and Laura arrived first and had their shit together. I, probably after a wrong turn, arrived late and sweating.
We set up camp and successfully fed children and wore them out effectively. After kids were asleep in each of the three tents, Michelle and Laura's kids each in the smaller one near the edge of the camp and my two kids in Our Giant Red Tent Of Mansion. We sat in our pride sipping our beer when suddenly they came out of the woods; a thousand eyes. I kid you not, A THOUSAND EYES were glowing at us from the edge of the wood, not ten feet away.
We did the only natural thing any mom would at that point; squeal and jump on the table and call our husbands. The husbands did not find it necessary to save us from, what they assessed, were raccoons. Instead they sighed heavily and HUNG UP leaving us out in the woods with our raccoon perfect baby-meals and our gnaw worthy toes. I'm pretty sure one of us might have even said, "The Dingo is going to eat our babies!"
We had a very bright idea at this point, brighter than the sets of eyes closing in on us slowly. We grabbed the two older children and we placed everyone in the Giant Red Tent of Mansion. We crawled in next to the children to protect them, should a raccoon grow an opposable thumb and work the zipper, and waited until we fell asleep to the sound of tiny paws scampering by us to easier targets.
The children didn't even bat an eye when they woke up that we'd all slept in the same tent. The evidence of the night before was kept to a small bit of trash strewn about and the blood-shot eyes of three tired moms.
We decided that from then on, we'd never visit that camping site again. And we kept to that for exactly two years. But, once we did go back, we swore to stay in cabins only. "Because raccoons still can't unlock doors."
Not yet, anyway.
———- 2011———
"The Kids Gone Wild" year.
We still laugh when we picture Trev stripping to his intense whip cream buzz. You know what? A picture is worth a thousand words so let me keep this short. A video will explain it so much better than I can.
"The year I smashed Lauren's Bike"
This is a short story because that? Pretty much sums it up. "Mom, stop reminding me of my bike. It makes me sad," she used to say.
Now she says her new bike is too girlie. "Want me to back over it for you, hon?" She grins.
"The Year of The Weird Women Doing This :: GRIN ::"
It started drizzling. Then it started poring. The kids were neatly tucked in four beds, some sharing screens because let's face it; we're modern ladies and sometimes screens are OK. Like 10pm on a camping trip when moms want to not deal.
Trevor comes down to tell us of a Weird Lady he saw on the wall in our cabin. "She was doing this!" He scrunches his face in a weird grin and shuts his eyes. "You mean you could see that in the knots on the wall?" He looks perplexed. "Well, ya. On the wall." "Oh, no, did you tell the other kids? They'll be scared." "Er, yes… Um.. Ya."
We talk about what to do. Do we pre-empt a nightmare? Do we ignore it? They'll probably just go to sleep and not stare at the weird lady in the knots, right?
Fifteen Minutes Later Laura comes down from the cabin with something in her hand and she's laughing.
"This is the lady on the wall" she says breathlessly. She is wheezing from laughter. I look at the paper.
Dear god it's terrifying.
WHY was this on the wall? In our cabin?! We all dive in fits of laughter, us girls heaving and crying and laughing until we can't stand it. The whole imagery of the children sitting on their bunk watching the Lego Movie and noticing.. This.
Only to have your mom say something like, "Well, there are things on the walls. Don't read in to it."
"No, Mom, there is an actual picture of a weird lady doing THIS."
Reality is sometimes so much funnier than perception. Especially with these ladies.
I can't wait for next year. Or every adventure and tradition in between. We have so many now, it's hard to count. But the traditions of our friendship, the photos of the kids at various stages, keeps me grounded. Time really is slipping away, ever so slowly at first, and faster every stage. If not for the yearly traditions that staple me to the experiences of our friendship, I'd float away in daily chores and work and laundry. I'm so thankful for these families that remind me to live and breathe and laugh-
To laugh until I can't breathe and then finding a breathe again, sucking in the sweetest air of all life provides. "There's Gold in Them Hills." Thank you for the reminder, ladies. I hope to repay the gift.
Photos from the past five years. Oh, yes I did.


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TMC has experienced considerable growth currently serving over 15,000 participants per month at multiple locations throughout the Kansas City metropolitan area and Jackson County. As a result of our growth, we are seeking to recruit compassionate, energetic, self-directed co-workers who are looking for a dynamic career opportunity in community nutrition with clinical benefits.
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The Camden County Health Department is looking to fill a part-time WIC Nutritionist position. This position will require a minimum of graduation from an accredited four-year college or university with a bachelor's degree in public health nutrition, dietetics, nutrition, foods, home economics, or closely related field, including or supplemented by at least 15 semester hours in foods and nutrition including at least 1 course in diet therapy and 1 course in community nutrition. Please submit resumes to Susan Puyear, WIC Coordinator at email@example.com or fax to 573-346-0173. For questions, call 573-346-7271 ext 210. Applications will be accepted until position is filled. Equal Opportunity Employer.