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Tuesday, September 26, 2006


Soo... I've simply been reading blogs lately and haven't been doing any blogging of my own. And now I have a little catching up to do as there are quite a few stories and topics I have on my mind waiting to be entered into the blogosphere.

But first... you know those emails you get where they give you a warning so you ought to watch out that it doesn't happen to you? Welllllllllllll... I got one that really does make me sick to think of the possibilities.

Disclaimer: I don't know if it's true. I personally never verified it. But the idea that this does/could/is/or would happen is just soooooooooo wrong. It just worries me that this could actually happen to kids. I don't know...

McDonalds, Chuck E Cheese, Discovery Zone... Some of you might not be
parents, but you may have nieces, nephews, grandchildren or friends with
children. This will pertain to you too. As I read the following, my heart
sank. I cannot stress how important this is!This is very disturbing

In addition to the following true story...One son lost his watch, and
was very upset. We dug and dug in those balls, trying to find the
watch.Instead, we found vomit, food, feces, and other stuff I do not want to
discuss. I went to the manager and raised hell. Come to find out, the ball
pit is only cleaned out once a month. I have doubts that it is even done
that often. My kids will never play in another ball pit.

Now read this:

PRETTY SCARY!!Hi. My name is Lauren Archer, my son Kevin and I lived in
Midland,TN. On October 2nd, 1999 I took my only son to McDonald's for his 3rd
birthday.After he finished lunch, I allowed him to play in the ball pit. When he
started whining later on, I asked him what was wrong, he pointed to the back of
his pull-up and simply said "Mommy, it hurts." I couldn't find anything wrong
with him at that time. I bathed him when we got home, and it was at that point
when I found a welt on his left buttock. Upon investigating, it seemed as if
there was something like a splinter under the welt. I made an appointment to see
the doctor the next day, but soonhe started vomiting and shaking, then his eyes
rolled back intohishead.From there, we went to the emergency room. He died later
that night. It turned out that the welt on his buttock was the tip of a hypodermic needle that had broken off inside. The autopsy revealed that Kevin had died from a heroine overdose. The next week, the police removed the balls from the ball pit. There was rotten food, several hypodermic needles: some full, some used; knives, half-eaten candy, diapers, feces, and the stench of urine.If a child is not safe in a child's play area then where? You can find the article on Kevin Archer in the October 10,1999 issue of the Midland Chronicle.

Don't think it's just McDonald's either or that this is something that just started. When my oldest son who is now 9 was small the area Burger King closed
their play area for awhile for "remodeling" because in another town there had
been an incident similar to the one described above that happen @ a Burger
King.A little boy had been playing in a ball pit & started complaining of
his legs hurting. He later died too. He was found to have snake bites all over
his legs & buttocks. When they cleaned the ball pit they found that there
was a copperhead nest in the ball pit. He had suffered numerous bites from a
very poisonous snake.

In Florida and other places on the East Coast a group of people are putting
HIV/AIDS infected and filled needles underneath gas pump handles, so when
someone reaches to pick it up and put gas in their car, they get stabbed with
it. 16 people have been a victim of this crime so far and 10 tested HIV
positive. Instead of posting that stupid crap about how your love life will suck
for years to come of you don't re-post, post this. It's important to inform
people, even if you don't drive, a family member might, and what if they were

Saturday, September 23, 2006

Current Event for the Day...

Bin Laden dead? For this I need to see it to believe it. I'm not going to give a victory dance the that world's most wanted terrorist is dead. It's not even verified.

I don't know it just seems all to story-like. Isn't it easier to go about doing terrorist work if you were presumed dead anyway? Isn't it?

Find the body... then go tell me that he's dead.

Monday, September 18, 2006

Now Officially Small Town...

After seeing what the Golden Delicious Apple Festival is all about ( I still don't know the difference between a Gold Delicious Apple and a regular apple)...

After seeing Main Street full of vendors, fair rides, food stands, cars and people (I've never seen town with people EVERYWHERE)...

After going to a play performed by amateurs (that's the nicest word I can come up with at the moment) about Native Americans in an outdoor amphetheater where the best part about the play is the set and props (really... the set and the props were excellent... the acting... well... I'll leave it alone...)...

After learning how to make apple butter (one of God's greatest gifts to the taste buds... I swear my personal pantry will never run out of apple butter)...

After MAKING the apple butter with hand picked apples (not store bought)...

After peeling apple after apple with a twenty-year old apple peeler made by the Amish (really it's an impressive apple peeler... quite ingenious... does all the work for you pretty much)...

And after being here for the start of fall able to see the change of seasons (the leaves are starting to change colors and I know it's going to be beautiful)...

After all that...

I am officially a small towner. *^_^*

P.S. I was introduced to apple butter just last October/November and I have to say...

APPLE BUTTER IS THE SHIZ-NIT! I am soooo sorry for anyone who hasn't tried the amazing taste of apple butter...

Saturday, September 16, 2006

Difference Between Mormonism & Christianity: Part 3

Someone randomly left a comment on Part 1 of the Differences Between Mormonism & Christianity.

And here is said comment:

Important distinction between Judaism, Christianity, and Mormon faith I've been taught has to do with God's intervention in the course of his relationship to humanity. First he comes down himself to set us straight....a few thousand years lapse and he comes down again as a man....the church that follows becomes corrupt, protestants branch out on all fronts basically its a mess. God comes down a third time in the form of an angel to translate the book of mormon and get us on course again. Mormons are about as much Christians as Christians are Jews.

Whoever you are... I don't know if you at least read Part 2 and more importantly the comments on that post before you made this comment in part 1.

The differences between Christians and Mormons are so drastic that they cannot just be called different denominations but different religions altogether.

The differences between Jews and Christians is on how they view the role of Jesus Christ. The Jews don't acknowledge Him as the Messiah propheseid in the Old Testament. The Christians believe He is the Messiah propheseid and not just the Messiah but the Son of God AND God incarnate. The Christians believe He is the scriptures fulfilled.

The reason why Mormons cannot be called Christian is for that reason alone. The Jesus Christ of the Bible is NOT the Jesus Christ of the Book of Mormon. The Jesus the Book of Mormon refers to is totally CONTRARY to the Bible.

Mormons say they believe in the Bible AND the Book of Mormon. The Book of Mormon is contrary to the Bible. As I said before, one can't have both, one has to pick since both don't agree.

To put it plainly it's like one saying that a marble is red. Another person saying that the marble is blue. And then a third person comes up and says the marble is both.

The Mormon faith is the second and third person. Jesus is God incarnate as well as the Son of God (trinity) according to Christians and the Bible. Mormon doctrine says that Jesus is not God only the Son of God. But at the same time Mormon doctrine says they agree with the Bible.

I repeat, Jesus in the Book of Mormon is referred to as the Son of God not as God incarnate. The trinity does not exist.

Jesus Christ in the Bible not only said He is the Son of God but that He IS God too. Jesus Christ of the Bible also said that the next time He returns to earth He would take His kingdom with Him.

If He did return as the Book of Mormon says, then He didn't really take His kingdom now did He? The scripture then is not fulfilled and once again Book of Mormon is contrary to the Bible. Mormons believe in both books but the Book of Mormon contradicts with the Bible.

It doesn't fit. I don't know how to say it any simpler.

They are two entirely different people. Two different Christs. Two different religions.

Monday, September 11, 2006

My Heroes: We Remember... Sept. 11, 2001

I know many people are remembering 9-11 and many people are still having difficulty thinking about it.
I know I can remember what happened like yesterday. Disneyland closed. Sent people home. School was put on pause as students and faculty just watched the news.
But this post isn't so much about remembering that event per se...
As it is... Thanking the people who deserve it.
To the many men and women who lost their lives trying to save someone else. They are my heroes.
To the men who fought against the terrorists to keep another plane from killing thousands more. They are my heroes.
To the fire fighters and rescue workers who helped out. They are my heroes.
I know there are many against the war... whether you are or aren't. There are thousands of men and women who have served and who continue to serve us and this country. Whether you agree with the war or not they too ought to be thanked. Many of them go unappreciated for all that they do. My husband was one of them.
And to the men and women who not only have served but have died... They are my heroes.
Thanks to all of the above. Thank you for all your efforts, hard work, and sacrifice.
We remember September 11, 2001.

Friday, September 08, 2006

Spider of the Day... The Wolf Spider

Well seeing as how I got bitten by a friendly spider not too long ago and my foot was swollen like a cankle... I thought I would make everyone proud by showing a good deed towards the species that so rudely offended my foot.

I was in the cellar cleaning up and lo and behold I found this huge spider... and it happened to be near the same foot that got bitten before. Sigh. My poor foot. Spiders seem to be attracted to my left foot.

Now my first gut instinct was to kill the sorry little thing because of the fact that I am a tad bit paranoid of having the same limb or even another limb get swollen...

But instead... I caught it... put it in a jar... and showed it to the other members of the house for inspection...

Jon went to go release it back into the wild (which I now regret but I'll get to that in a bit).

And I went to go look up this friendly spider on the internet. (Matt you ought to be proud... I actually gave it a thorough look over so I can look it up online.) And I swear if it turned out to be a brown recluse or a hobo spider or something of that nature... I would have probably freaked out because I handled one of them instead of just killed it...


Anyway... I bring to you... the WOLF SPIDER. (*Picture from top found at http://lancaster.unl.edu/enviro/Images/Insects/lycosa_hell4.jpg)

They are sometimes mistaken for tarantulas because they are so hairy... we certainly thought it looked like a smaller one at least.

They are nocturnal beings who tend to like basements, garages and cellars (like the one I was in)... because they tend to stick to the ground. They are poisonous but not lethally so. Thank God... so if I did get bitten all I would suffer is... sigh... some swelling and itching. Go figure.

And the reason why I regret Jon letting it go in the wild, is because I know the darn thing will come back.

During the fall (just as fall is now approaching right?) wolf spiders like to go indoors and find prey there. So I think this little bug will eventually find itself back in my quarters and my cats might either eat it or get bitten by it. But none the less... I have no doubt it'll return. Sigh... and as long as it stays away from my foot... Then I'll have no problem with it staying in the cellar.

Tuesday, September 05, 2006

Name Change... No longer a MISS but now a MRS...

As of September 3, 2006, my name changed.
I am no longer a young MISS.
I am now a young MRS.
I took my vows.
I signed the paper.
My last name is now a different one.
To those of you who missed it or didn't know it was going to happen, don't worry.
The wedding in May is still ON.
Both his parents and my own will be there to watch us rededicate ourselves to each other.
We just wanted to have this small wedding now, for ourselves.
I just wanted the world to know... I am now a married woman.
The Account:
We had originally planned to get married by the justice of the peace. But the judge didn't feel like getting up out of bed to marry us. Oddly enough this worked out with his relatives plans and they all wanted to throw us a small surprise reception on Sunday. The Pastor's wife and the church congregation also didn't want us to get married in an unfeeling court but within the church.
So they threw us a wedding. They prepared it all. The flowers, the cake, the food at the reception. All I had to do was be there. It was touching and sweet. Especially since Jon and I didn't think anyone really cared whether we didn't it by the court or not. But they all wanted our first marriage to be a real albeit small wedding.
So even though we still had plans for a May wedding, they threw us a small one anyway. Saying we might as well do it right the first time. To all of them and all of you who knew in advance, I say thanks from the bottom of my heart. Thank you for making it so special and sweet.