Wednesday, February 24, 2010

Proper Context

It has come to my attention that there is a crusade to end the use of the "R" word. How about if we redefine its meaning. My son Jacob, as you may know, has Down's syndrome and would be labeled retarded by some. I ask you this, if my son is performing to the best of his mental capabilities, does that make him retarded? I can think of several people who know better but do stupid stuff anyway and to me that is the true meaning of retarded. For example, a person who drives drunk and knows better but does it anyway, is retarded. Mentally he/she knows it is the wrong thing to do but still gets behind the wheel. Heck, just the other day I stopped at a green light and I felt retarded. I think the label should be earned not granted due to defect. There is nothing retarded about a person who is doing the best they can with what God has given them.

Thursday, February 18, 2010

Mama Claus...BUSTED!

As I was sitting in the living room I hear Emily yelling something from the front door. She runs in to see me shaking a piece of paper and angrily screaming, "I know why Santa did not bring me the cookie baker I asked for! Why didn't you mail this letter? I specifically asked for a cookie baker, why didn't you send this!" Trying desperately not to laugh I told her we took the letter and faxed it to Santa so that he would get it faster. Who would have thunk her own mother would almost let the cat out of the bag. Put another quarter in the piggy bank reserved for counseling.

Thursday, January 14, 2010

HItler's Rule Is Over, In Case You Hadn't Heard

I have been ordered by the gastoppo, a.k.a. my husband, to discontinue my writing. I suppose if he were sweet and remotely charming that I may asquiesce to his request but since he is more of a pain in the ass I will continue to relieve the anger that builds through writing. I did ask him what in our 12 year relationship would lead him to believe that I may allow him to control me and he looked at me with the typical blank look that comes over him when he can not find an answer among the cobwebs surrounding his brain. It reminds me of Beaker from the Muppets actually, only it was easy to like Beaker since he hardly spoke. Now I understand that John is not much of a talker but good lord more times than not you would like him to shut it. Hey, here is a thought, sweetheart, maybe if you could conform to some type of normalcy, I will lose my inspiration and have nothign to write. Just a thought...