Wednesday, October 28, 2015

Who Was Your "Resource Officer"?

As usual, I was just thinking...in 1965 we had no need for a "resource officer" in our high schools. Why is that, do you think? Was it because we respected authority? We certainly had a few misfits here and there, but we displayed more respect than is now shown, I think. If any disrespect was shown to an adult, I can assure you that our parents were immediately attending to the problem.

I was a rebellious teen, but i would never have physically NOR verbally attacked my teachers, let alone a police officer. Yes. that was 50 years ago, but why should that fact change the fact of teaching respect and honoring authority for authority's sake? What's wrong here?

Ironically, i think it started with my generation and its initiation of choice to live disrespectfully, and therefore they were unable to teach respect where they had none.

Isn't it time to reverse the trend at home, and therefore in the world?
                                                                         

Tuesday, October 27, 2015

Annoying Little Divas

My adult daughter was visiting from out of town, and it's always interesting to be able to have our talks when everyone else isn't around. I was writing the bible study sheet for our church small groups, picking Jill's brain, and just generally talking back and forth about stuff. I repented out loud that I have problems being patient with certain behaviors some women have. One such area is being around divas. I love them, but just impatient with their actions.

Jill said, "Maybe they just need to be divas. Maybe they need that attention and know of no other way to get it. 

I realized the silly little needs that I have and how annoying I know they are to others. Wow. She has always been so very wise beyond her years. But, quite frankly, it's a quality that I find very annoying sometimes.

Saturday, October 24, 2015

Through the Tears

I go through the motions of writing my verse because I love to make you laugh, and think, and smile, and cry, but mostly to make you laugh. I love to make people laugh. It's one of the very best sounds in the world, and to know that you did that for them.

But, sometimes when I'm writing or talking and making you laugh, I'm crying. That's okay, because it's important for you to laugh.

Today, through my tears I wrote a poem that made people laugh, and that makes me feel better. And I'm still writing. And I'm still crying.

Friday, October 2, 2015

It's A Sick and Despicable Trend


Yesterday I was driving home from running some errands and heard the news report about a shooting spree on a college campus in Oregon. The reporters rambled on and on giving the same details over and over of all kinds of information that I just had no need to hear.

So, I began thinking back to the 50's and 60's. Yes. I know how long ago it was, but this didn't have to change like it did. Living in Nebraska, if there was someone shooting someone in Oregon, no one in Nebraska would hear about it. It took a day or two for Nebraskans to hear about Charlie Starkweather and Caril Fugate being on the run and terrorizing the Midwest. The point is, if people didn't hear about it, the crazies didn't get any ideas and try to duplicate it. There were extremely few idiots taking pot shots and going on campuses or school rooms or churches to kill people. Sure, there were a few, but not like today. Why is that?


I'm thinking our media should take a whole lot of responsibility for this. Yes, there are people out there who think they want to know all the little bits and pieces of information, but why? I believe it's because the media has sensationalized it. Why do we need to know how many guns he had, or what kind they were, or where he got them, or how many times he reloaded, or what he was wearing, or how he got in the building, which door did he come it? There are nine or more people dead!!! There are seven more wounded!!! Isn't that enough to know? Are we so blood-thirsty ourselves that we want to hear all the gory details? Why do I need to know more facts than my neighbor when I rush over to hash it all over with them? The authorities who investigate these things need to know the details, but we don't! And frankly, I really don't see how we can stop this sick and despicable trend.