I live in the southern United States.

I grew up thinking that as an american, I had the constitutional right, to express my opinions as long as I am not intentionaly trying to hurt anothers feelings.

However, I am finding this not to be true. The truth is that you only can have free speech as long as you agree with the social media and thier agenda. If what I have to say goes against what they decide is correct and morally right, I get told Im uneducated, that Im stupid, and name calling!

So where is my freedom of speech? Why is everything racist or hatespeech if you disagree with someone on like say abortion?

Even if you give your own account just to prove you also have been there, you get called a liar.

Just this last week I have been told how nasty I am simply for disagreeing and presenting an aposing opinion.

I was told I have no compassion for other people, when that couldn't be further from the truth!

I just have a real hard time understanding why, if we disagree, is it a big deal?

Im not trying to indoctrinate anyone by expressing my thought on a post. (It was an AITAH post on Reddit)

I wasn't snotty, but just factual, but I sure caught heck.

Anyway, just be prepared that you really arent free to express yourself if you disagree with anyone because that instantly makes you whatever nasty hateful thing they want to call you.

I want to move to some land all my own. I'd have my dogs of course. Mostlty woods, a large meadow and springfed pond.

I would have a small cabin in the edge of the tree line, built like a dug out for hot sumers and then a part up in the trees to get away from predators if need to.

I would have a small chicken coop, a few goats, a couple cows, and at least one mule for working. I would have a well with a windmill and another windmill for electricity plus a solar station for extra.

I would have a small garden, grow enough for me and the animals and grow hay for the winter.

Everything is self sustainable.

This is my paradise.

What I would give to get away from society and live off grid.

Im calling you out!

This part of the medical comunity are supposed to be experts on womens reproductive health issues, yet, so far all I can tell they seem to care about is how many of the unborn they can murder.

I havent seen any useful afterbirth care except triage type, hell anybody can do that.

Some of these Doctors make young mothers push for hours so much they can damage the baby and themselves before deciding to go by C- section which would help both child and mother.

After all that pushing, the baby is born, does the mother get hemroid surgery right after? No. Shes lucky to get sterile pads for the bleeding.

Doctors don't advocate for compression "girdles" after having a baby, when the mother goes back for her six week check up, the doctor doesnt express concern over the hemoroids and that she needs surgery to get rid of them because they will just get worse.

No. These are things you as a patient have to do for yourself.

So the only part of OBGYN healthcare that I can see is in emergency situations, or abortion clinics.

Medical "care" is not what you percieve it to be.

I am humble enough to admit that I wasn't a great mother. I had all four sons before turning twentyone years old. No they didnt have different daddies, no I wasnt promiscuous, yes I had a good wholesome upbringing. One flaw, no father in my life to guide me in the ways of boys and men.

You know, I sacrificed so much for them, I loved them, and yes did I make mistakes, of course. After all there wasn't an instruction booklet.

My first son was a product of a date rape, understand here that I have never blamed my son, it was never his fault. He was sweet, and a beautitful boy and wonderful.

The younger three were from my ex, who also had a daughter a year older than my oldest son. She was two years old, her dad had custody, and I fell in love with her. I was in love with her dad, my ex, but he wasnt in love with me as I thought.

After spending four years together, my ex took the son he wanted to keep and left me pregnant with two little boys. His daughter went to visit his exwife, the two of them used her as a pawn in getting back at each other through the years. I did what I could to make her feel loved as much as my own, but later in her life it wasnt good enough, and it was all for naught.

I was encouraging throughout all of thier lives, when two sons came out as gay, I still loved them, supported them and never once told them they could not be what they wanted to be. I did tell them they had to wait untill they were adults before they made major life changing decisions....

Fastforward to the present.

The daughter I helped when she got pregnant out of wedlock at twenty, my husband I married when the kids were still little, we took her in and gave her a home and helped her with our grandbaby.

The boys were still in highschool, we all helped out.

Then, she got a house, a boyfriend and instead of celebrating getting married with the ones who supported her, she just got married.

I wanted to help pick out her dress or at least go to try outs.

I was completely cut out.

My oldest son as much as I exspressed my love and care for him, he was always in trouble, mixed up in drugs and with the wrong people. He married an addict and they have three children, I never get to see because I refuse to support thier drug habit, and they told his kids that I am dead. So I am dead.

My second son, the one my ex took with him when he left me, well it took me a month but I got him back. I was seven months pregnant with my youngest son.

So my second son was smart, a good baby, a good kid, everybody liked him and you could just tell he was going to be gay but I didnt care, I loved him no matter what.

I supported him, let him bring friends over, and yet, he still picked everyone elses moms over me because they had more money. They lived in fancier homes or nicer cars ect.

Fast forward to now:

Now he is married, we supported him because we wanted him to be happy, his in-laws live with him and his spouse AND he took thier family name.

So I handled that.

Then he talks down to me, and acts embarrassed that I am his mom. I noticed that on his social media all his pics are of his new family, the ones of me are from years ago.

Yes our political views are oposite, does that mean I dont love him of course not! It does for him though.

My third son has always been a middle child. Hes very good, easy going, and an introvert. Always has been. Kind and gentle he has a good head on his shoulders. We had a tiny bit of trouble when he was a teen, but he was just afraid of coming out. All is well now. He lives with his partner.

My youngest is on the spectrum but high functioning and keeps a job. When he was four months old he contracted spinal meningitis and it settled on his brain, as a result we spent two months in childrens hospital and in the end he had to have brain surgery. I was devastated. The doctors didnt know how well he would develop after, walking, talking ect. As it turned out he didnt talk until he was almost five. My older children said I favored him the most.

Maybe, but they never came so close to losing a child to death like I did, they never had to realize how precious that sweet child so sick with fever really is after everything you go through. You see in the end you love all your children no matter what. Period.

My youngest is married now, again, I was excluded from any of the planning or helping. I would have liked to be included but why start now?

My two youngest sons do keep in touch with me. The others have taken on the attitude that I should chase them around, call them all the time and bend over backwards so they will stay in touch. They want to hold the grand kids over my head.

So I give up. I cant do it. I cant be that kind of person so I'll just be dead. I never was disrespectful to my folks, and I took my children to see them every weekend.

So I'm disapointed that mine cant even wish me happy birthday, happy mothersday, happy thanksgiving, or happy holidays! Not one word or picture.

Yet I send them all those greetings.

Maybe I did everything wrong.

Maybe should have done what society today thinks is best by just taking the easy way out and murdering them before they were born.

All I know is that this generation is so

Dissapointing.

2016 movie,

Watched November 19, 2024

This is the first I heard of the movie or the book, so if anyone reading this feels this is a bit late, I understand.

I love a good thrill movie, hate gore, but love haunting, spooky that kind. Especially if it has a twist, you know, the kind of unexpected ending.

This movie pleasantly suprised, while I wasnt sure if I really wanted to watch it at first, as the movie went on I was pulled in to the story.

I dont want to give away anything just in case, so just know that its a low key spook show.

G rated as far as I would say.

Over all good movie, like a Saturday Matineé kind of movie.

Anyway

va profiter!

Its a shame that some people

who live in america think that

the government should be thier

caretakers and that they are entitled to handouts just by living here.

They feel they should be given healthcare, and free food.

This all sounds pretty, but who is going to work for it and who will get paid for it?

These idealists who want socialism don't want it when they aren't getting paid what things are worth! They don't agree when they have to give up some of thier freedoms for others.

So just how does it really work?

Its a shame.

Im very saddened today at the heartbreak of well intentioned people.

Its upsetting that there are those in my country who take great joy in causing chaos and discord and prefer this over liberty freedom and happiness of all our citizens. Today I have whitnessed, what i would have thought were mature adults, behave as toddlers do when they dont get their way.

Questions come to my mind.

I dont recall throwing a fit or calling names when Obama won the presidency. Actually, i did have some hope for him to be a change, that didnt happen saddly.

I didnt shed a tear when Biden won or stomp around and scream. I just figured well we shall see what he will do.

Most of these folks acting out were babies when o'l Bill and Hillary were in office. Remember his messing around with women? He got caught but hey thats differnt because hes a Democrat right? A good ol boy!

Someone close to me said the uneducated voted for Trump because of the chart he showed. Well, maybe, I fit in that catagory with a ninth grade education, but I managed to make sure my children had a roof over thier heads, food to eat, clean clothes, yet maybe thats just not smart enough since I didnt have a degree. Maybe you need a degree these days for living.

I'm saddened that none of these complainers have any class or maners enough to take it like an adult and pull up thier panties and just move on like we do even when we disagree. Thats where parenting and education have failed everyone in the USA.

Without these two important fundamentals of life we are just anarchists.

It saddens me a lot....

Just watched the documentary on Netflix about Martha Stewart.

I must say that i am very impressed and happy that it was done in her words and while shes still with us. Its nice to see her prospective instead of the film makers speculations.

I have always been a fan of Martha, and by watching this i understand better why. She was able to show everyone that being domestic isnt a bad thing, even regular people can make beautiful places and things.

She proves over again and again through her life how to rise above adversity with grace and style.

We should all take a page from her book.

I would die to know if

the one I love is well.

I would die to know if

the one I love still dreams of me.

I would die to know if

the one my heart breaks for remembers this heart across the sea. I would die to know if

the one I love tastes my tears in the salty air.

May peace be with him always Amin.

افتقدك بالدموع

سأموت لأعرف إن كان من أحب بخير.

سأموت لأعرف إن كان من أحب لا يزال يحلم بي. سأموت لأعرف إن كان من ينفطر قلبي من أجله يتذكر هذا القلب عبر البحر. سأموت لأعرف إن كان من أحب يتذوق دموعي في الهواء المالح. السلام عليه دائمًا أمين.

He bought a ring for me at a local fair. It was a beautiful setting, a blue lacy agate. When I looked into it I could see the rolling waves of the ocean. It was so lovely.

One afternoon we were out with the horses and getting in the truck I realized the setting of my ring was gone! Oh I was sick to my stomach because I really loved this stone.

How in the world would we ever find it? For all I knew it was lost in the pasture and that would be like finding a needle in a haystack!

Oh the humanity!

I just knew i'd nevet see it again and my heart just sank.

I have lost so many rings in my life that if I got back what they were worth, I would probably be well off sadly.

This wasn't just a ring or just a stone. This had meaning because of what it reminded me of. It reminded me of days long past, spent on beaches with my dad. Him carving cars out of driftwood, bringing up hermit crabs from the shallows for me to play with in the sand, and picking seashells along the shore.

So the stone gone, i moved on.

Then a couple months later my husband was cleaning out his truck

when he came in and asked me if i remembered loosing something.

I said "Yes my mind but you knew that already!"

Then he showed me the stone!

I was so happy i cried!

So now i have the stone but cant find the ring so now I have to get the stone put back into a ring!

Gosh! You win some

You loose some!