Hypocrisy and Christianity. That’s really too narrow. I’m sure there is rampant hypocrisy in every religion, but Christianity is the one with which I’m more familiar and it happens to be at the core of a current events issue in the United States.

I’m fine with disagreeing with people and their points of view. That’s their right as it is mine. After all, freedom of religion was one of the founding principles of this country. 

Excerpt from the Declaration of Independence:
We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness.

Excerpt from the Constitution of the United States of America:
We the people of the United States, in order to form a more perfect union, establish justice, insure domestic tranquility, provide for the common defense, promote the general welfare, and secure the blessings of liberty to ourselves and our posterity, do ordain and establish this Constitution for the United States of America.

In the DoC, we know the the use of the word “men” is to include all people (men and women of all ethnicities or gender preferences), and the use of “creator” to mean whom you believe your creator to be.

In the CoUSA, I think the key phrases for my point is “insure domestic tranquility”, “promote the general welfare”, and “secure the blessings of liberty”. The word domestic can be interpreted many ways from the CoUSA including but not limited to the country as a whole as well as each individual household.

Now, all that said and clarified, I support Chick-fil-a’s RIGHT to their opinion. This is not to say that I AGREE with their opinion. I don’t agree with their religious doctrine, but again, it’s their right as guaranteed by our founding fathers, and I will defend their right to have their beliefs. What I will neither defend nor agree with is their hypocrisy and what I believe to be outright lies.

They will have the general public believe that the reason the Muppet toys no longer being available at their restaurants is due to Chick-fil-a’s safety concerns. I believe the REAL reason is because A) The Jim Henson Company would no longer pursue future endeavors with Chick-fil-a and B) Lisa Henson, CEO of The Jim Henson Company, and a supporter of gay marriage, directed her company to donate Chick-fil-a’s last payment to GLAAD (Gay and Lesbian Alliance Against Defamation).

So tell me Chick-fil-a, is LYING a Christian attitude? What would Jesus do?

I am lost. It’s day three of my kids’ week and a half long visit with their grandparents. They are in another state, but still only a few hours away. Today I want them home. Right now. I miss them. I truly enjoy spending time with my kids. It’s reason #463 that I homeschool.

My world doesn’t revolve around my kids, it includes them, and when they are gone, my world is a bit off kilter. By and large I enjoy being alone. I can go without talking on the phone, texting, emailing, etc. My husband and close friends are all nodding their heads. I value my alone time, I love having time alone. But not necessarily all day every day for weeks on end. I also love having my kids around and in the middle of everything I do, but I know it’s healthy for all involved for them to be able to go off on their own - even if it’s just to the grandparents’ house.

 I get teased that I will become majorly depressed when the kids leave the nest. I don’t doubt that at all but I also know their leaving is a part of how we all interconnect and make this thing called life work. If I’ve done my job right, I’ll have weaned myself just as I’ve weaned them. We won’t grow apart. We’ll actually grow stronger and closer. Yes the time apart may hurt a bit, but the time together will be even sweeter. 

The reason I bring this up is that I am constantly amazed at the number of people - strangers, acquaintances, etc, who readily admit to me that their kids drive them crazy and that they can’t stand to be around them. I know we’ve all said that a time or two and even joke about it on a regular basis. I’ve responded to these statements with an “aw shucks, we’ve all been there” only to be stopped and have these people reaffirm that they really can’t stand to be with their kids for short periods of time, much less all day. These people dread weekends, summer, and vacations because for whatever reason, they don’t enjoy their kids. 

Without getting into the why’s and wherefore’s, it never fails that I stand there in shock, total disbelief at the confession. I have to snap my mouth shut and hold it tightly in place because I know the next thing out of it could cause problems depending on how well I know the person. I understand that kids don’t come with an owner’s manual, but seriously, if you don’t like kids, why did you have them? And if the pregnancy was an accident, give them up for adoption (which is a whole other entry) because I guarantee you, there is someone out there who would love to have your problem of having to spend time with your child.

A few days ago, a friend told me that I didn't like being outdoors, that I wasn't an outdoor kind of person. Really? Hmm. I had no idea that I didn't like life outside of my house. I've always thought I was an outdoor kind of person. So of course I defended myself with, “What do you mean by that? I love doing outdoor things.”

My husband jumped in with, “No you don't. Even the kids talk about how you don't want to go outside and ride bikes with them.”

“In the two years I've lived here,” my friend said, “I've never seen you outside doing things.”

I have to go outside to tend a vegetable garden and an herb garden. Of course I don't have a veg garden this year, but I have had one every other past summer. I have to go outside to play with the dogs, or shear off their coats, or clean the fish pond. And I love, love, love sitting on my patio and writing – especially when it's raining. So what's with this 'lack of outdoors' accusation? Granted, it's more difficult doing these outdoorsy things when you have to move around on crutches or on a scooter (broken foot), but still.

I mulled on this. I chewed on this. Then I spat it out. It's because I don't enjoy the same outdoor activities they enjoy. For example, they like to go on the boat and ski or tube or fish. I like to go on the boat and read or swim. I also prefer personal watercraft to skiing or tubing. Do we have those? No. But we do have a boat and skies and a tube. Oh and of course we have fishing gear. The husband, kids, and neighbors like riding bicycles. I prefer off-road motorcycles. Which do we have? Bicycles. They all enjoy tent camping, I like cabins. See a pattern developing?

It's not that I don't enjoy the outdoors, I don't enjoy the same outdoor activities they want to do, therefore I don't like being outdoors. When I was riding and training horses, I was constantly scrambling to get caught up on the daily grind so I could get back outside to the horses. Below freezing temps? I was out there. Sweltering heat of the middle summer? I was out there. I loved being around the horses - either working with them or cleaning around the barn or hacking away at building trails.

This brings me to another emerging pattern (if you've been keeping up with my blogs). Perspective and perception. Their perspective of outdoor activities was different from mine. As a result of their perspective, their perception of me was 180 degrees off from my perception of myself. This begs the question, who is right? I may be on hiatus from the world of horses, but does that mean I'm suddenly not an outdoor person?

As far as I'm concerned, my perspective is the right one. After all, it was my label that was under discussion. Who knows me better than I do? But then that may be short-sighted, which is exactly what I'm accusing them of being. Perspective and perception are ultimately personal and subjective ideas. Can both sides be right?


My Blog



I've been thinking about my blog. Do I write only writing things? Do I keep it impersonal – professional stuff only? I read blogging do's and don'ts until my eyes crossed. I don't want this to become a “mommy rant” or a “wife rant” or any kind of “rant”, although I seem to be ranting right now. I don't want to keep a journal of my writing ups and downs. Does anyone really care that I squeezed in some writing between two and three in the morning or loads of laundry or teaching my kids geometry and world history?

I'm not good with writing about how to write. I don't want to lift others suggestions even if I give them credit. I feel fake doing that. Maybe someday I can write those things, but not here, not now. Since I'm a writer, not writing about writing rather limits my choices. Then I came across Natalie Whipple's entry on her blog, “The Truth About Blogging”. The universe has spoken. My questions have been answered.

So here I am, feeling fake, but this one time I'm all right with it. Thank you Natalie. I now have the courage to share bits of me. If I do my job right, sometimes you will laugh, sometimes you will cry, sometimes you will ponder, but I hope you will always be satisfied.

It doesn't qualify as an epiphany, but it was a definite eye-opener. Not an answer moment though it certainly was an awareness moment. My writing has been pushed aside while I work on my websites, one website for my writing and one website for my Spanish Water Dogs. I don't have much for my writing website which frustrates me. Everything for my dog website came easily. That's partly because I've been showing and breeding these guys off and on for about seven years, so I have a lot to draw from. There are pictures galore and of course tons of stories from living with these beautiful creatures.

I've even started a blog on my dog website. I posted three entries in the course of two weeks. That may not seem like a lot, but those entries were written on the fly while editing photos and videos and learning the video editing software. Why, why, why do ideas concerning the dogs come so much easier to me than things for my writing website? I have a theory. A scientifically based theory. Sort of. Here it is:

The dog's website, in and of itself, was much easier simply because I already had a history with my dogs. I had a history cataloged in photographs, videos, ribbons, and trophies. The most difficulty came from narrowing down which photos to use. I could write pages about each photograph because each of them flooded me with memories.

But I don't have memories or photos detailing my writing history. There really isn't a history. Or is there? What about funny anecdotes from my critique group? What about the frustrations or the excitements of trying to write every day? Part of the problem is I can't imagine anyone being interested in my mundane musings over the daily grind of a no-name writer. Confidence much? Plus anyone reading my writer's blog would tear it apart grammatically as well as editorially. Right? Again, confidence much?

As I stated earlier, I also started a blog on my dog's website. I must have gotten a wild hair or a momentary lapse of reason or something. Seriously. I can't even keep up with the blog on my writing website. So why do I post to my dog's blog at a comparative warp speed to how quickly I post on my writer's blog? It's the ease of familiarity. The comfort of knowledge. Wow. What a difference that makes.

Where does that leave me? It leaves me pulling on my big girl panties and facing my fears. And that right there should give me fodder for at least a hundred posts.