Update

Why did I wait for over a year to blog? Probably because the benefits of my experimental treatment quickly wore off and I was back to my old "normal" of chronic migraines and fibromyalgia. Ugh! Not very happy making. 

Did the other effects of the treatment wear off, too? Hmm, that's hard to answer. I would say no, it was more like I had to relearn everything. You know how people of my generation are super glad they grew up without social media so they didn't embarrass themselves as teens? I seemed to have to go through a childlike state, then a teen state, and then back to an adult state. All chronicled on social media...lovely!

I'm kind of embarrassed as I reread my blog. There's a lot of anger and emotion in there. A lot of arguing debating and not very much tact. Yeah, that was kind of more my teenage state. So let me just give a blanket apology right here and now to any and everyone I may have offended during that time. I wasn't really in my right mind. I know, I know, that's an excuse but it was kind of an extreme case. I've changed a lot.

I don't have to say everything I think now, that's a good thing! I'm not nearly as emotional, or confrontational, or argumentative. As I look back I think I was bored. For the first time in years I had energy and no pain so I wasn't content being at home with not much to do. Sigh. That sure isn't the case now.

My memory isn't what it used to be and don't even talk to me about mental math. Good grief, let's just say you'd better double check my counting when I'm playing a game. I would never cheat on purpose but sometimes my mental math is way off.   :)  

Obviously I can't have those treatments anymore so what have I been doing instead? Trial and error of different meds, elimination diets, etc. None have worked. This week I go for my first set of Botox injections for migraines. Yep, you read that right, Botox. I'm really quite nervous about it. You see, it isn't just one shot in the forehead, it's a set of 31 shots on both sides of your head, face, and neck. Shudder! Here's a link if you want to check it out: https://www.webmd.com/migraines-headaches/news/20101018/fda-approves-botox-to-treat-chronic-migraines#1

And it has to be done every 3 months. Not too excited about this but I'm getting desperate right about now.

Don't even get me started on how difficult it is to get pain medication! Let me just say this...as if chronic pain isn't hard enough to deal with now those of us with it get to make a copay and go to the pharmacy EVERY. SINGLE. WEEK! https://www.reuters.com/article/us-walmart-opioids/walmart-to-restrict-opioid-dispensing-at-its-pharmacies-idUSKBN1I81YH

Lucky!!! 

In all seriousness, I'm even considering this: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=E1N_cn-hcuA

Now you see how desperate I am...OUCH! But I'll give this Botox a go first. I've been told it could take "a couple rounds" before you can tell if it helps and even then it usually only reduces migraines by half. A one time daith piercing sounds tame in comparison, doesn't it? 

I'll try to do better at keeping you updated.

Oops, My Bad!

I do not have a poker face, people tell me they can read me like a book. What do you think this face says?

Let me tell you the story behind it because I'd really like to hear your comments.

Recently I went to UT for my niece's wedding. My daughter, Amanda, and I were helping my sister set up for the reception. We set the guest book outside on this little table they had and we decided to sign it right then and there. Immediately afterward, I mean like we had just capped the pen, this lady (a friend of the groom's family) came up to us and gasped.

(Gasp) "You just signed the front page! Didn't you know you aren't supposed to sign the front page of a wedding album when it's a picture album, too?"

I gave her the "Are you trying to pull my leg?" face and just stared at her. "Are you kidding me?"

"No. Most brides put a post it note on the front page asking people not to sign there."

Let me show you again the look I gave her...the "Oops, My Bad!" face:

To that she gave me a conciliatory pat on the arm, "I'm sure it's OK. The bride didn't put anything on there so I'm sure it'll be just fine." And then she walked away.

Um, yeah, I'm sure it'll HAVE to be fine since we've already done it. Plus I'm her aunt so there's no escaping me. And we asked other ignorant family members to sign with us so we wouldn't be the only ones on there for long. Ha ha, I know I say Being Happy is Better Than Being Smart but I don't want to look like the only dumb one! 

But that makes me ask: Am I ignorant about that? I've been to many wedding receptions, even had one for my own daughter(!), so why am I just now hearing about this? When did this become a THING or was she just trying to pull a fast one on me?

BHiBTBS but I don't want to be behind the times. Fill me in people!

Longest week of my life

I've been reminiscing lately (I've been getting more migraines again and that gives me a lot of time to think) and I'm trying to remind myself that even though I've had many better times, I've sure had worse times, too. That reminded me of the worst week of my life. I thought I'd share it with you since I haven't blogged in a while. It was sure a doozy!

I know I've shared some background on my two oldest children but I haven't really said much about the two youngest. See how lazy moms become with the younger kids? It's so true :)

I'll give them their own special blog another time, let me just give you a quick intro to child # 3, Tyler. He was born 3 weeks early and needed oxygen for 24 hours but seemed fine...at first. By the time he was 6 months old he was having respiratory problems and needed albuterol nebulizer treatments every 3 hours. This was all new to Dave and me but we learned and dealt with it.

When Tyler was 10 months old we were in for another surprise, I was pregnant again! Baby #4 was a girl, Amanda. Two months before she was born we moved from Oregon to Washington and I was promptly put on bed rest. Ugh, hard times! But she was born healthy and we were settling into our new normal...a six year old in first grade, a three year old, an almost two year old, and a newborn. Three kids in diapers, yay!

Now, on to the longest week of my life: My dad was flying from Ohio to WA to see the new place and the new baby. He arrived in the evening after the kids were in bed. I had already arranged with him that he would watch the two boys the next morning while I went to my 8 week postpartum doctor's appointment. Well, the day he was scheduled to come I became concerned about baby Amanda's breathing. She was beginning to sound a lot like her brother so I called the pediatrician and he agreed to see her first thing in the morning. That would be perfect, the pediatrician's office was just a few doors down from my obgyn and I would go there right after wards. Perfect!

The next morning Dave left about 6:00 am to drive down to Portland for work meetings, the kids woke up and got to see Grandpa (only Jennifer remembered him, the boys were too little, of course), Jennifer went off to school,  and I left with the baby for the doctor appointments. I figured I'd be gone two-three hours at most. Sure, the boys didn't know their grandpa and he probably wasn't too comfortable taking care of two little guys but hey, he could turn on a movie and they'd be fine for that short of a time, right?

The pediatrician spent five minutes with Amanda and told me it was serious, he thought she had RSV (a respiratory virus) and that I needed to take her right over to the hospital. He'll call them and tell them to expect us. Uhhh, oh crap, what do I do now? Mind you, this is before either Dave or I had a cell phone! I told the doctor that Tyler was just as bad at home. He let me use his personal cell phone and man, did I put some minutes on that thing! I had to try and get in touch with someone from Dave's work. They said they would alert him to turn around and drive back home as soon as he made it to Portland (a three hour drive). I had to call my obgyn and let them know I wouldn't be making it. Then I had to call my dad and let him know I was going over to the hospital with Amanda.

My poor dad, this was not going to be the visit he was expecting! I had to give him a crash course in respiratory nursing over the phone because he would now have to take care of Tyler until Dave could get home and take over. And here's where you can find stuff for lunch, here's where diapers are, here's nap time, Jennifer's bus time, etc. Good luck and thanks! And then I was off.

Yuck, seeing your two month old baby hooked up and so tiny on that hospital bed was not easy!

I didn't want to leave her for a moment and I couldn't leave her for too long because I was nursing anyway. But what was I going to do about Tyler?

As soon as Dave got to Portland he got the message about a family emergency so he headed back home. He grabbed Tyler and I met the two of them back at the doctor's office. My pediatrician was wonderful. He told me later that normally he would have admitted Tyler, too, but he didn't in our case because 1. He didn't think I could handle it 2. He knew Dave could take time off work and we already had all the equipment at home and were comfortable/knowledgeable with how it worked and 3. Dave committed to bringing him back in daily to show he had improved. He was given steroid shots, all kinds of medicines to take at home, and we went our separate ways...Dave back home with sick Tyler and me back to the hospital with sick baby Amanda.

Needless to say, I didn't get much visiting done with my dad that week. He was able to use Dave's car and go to the school and have lunch with Jennifer one day, they both loved that! I guess he was able to get to know Alan better and help Dave with Tyler, I don't really know. I only went home once to shower during that whole time.

But wait, there's more! We had ordered a super deluxe tree house swing set with three slides, a rock wall, three swings, a hanging bar, etc, and it was supposed to be delivered that Friday. I wasn't about ready to pay an extra $200 to have them unload it so I told them we'd help unload it ourselves and they said fine. I figured my dad was there, no problem. They didn't give me a window of time when they'd be coming, they just said it'd be some time on Friday. OK.

Dave had missed work that entire week so he had to go back on Friday since I was now home. He had gotten a ride with a friend so my dad could take Jennifer out shopping for a baseball glove (she was going to start tee ball) and to take her to Dairy Queen for lunch (his traditional Grandpa visit.) My brother was flying in that evening from out of state to see the new house and baby and he, my dad, and Dave were going to put together the new swing set the next day. By this time I had no food in the house and I really needed to go grocery shopping. You know how difficult it is to bring little kids out shopping any time? Now imagine you have two sick little ones who need breathing treatments, you have to nurse one of them, you get all three of them changed and ready to go, it's raining (of course it's raining, we lived in Washington!), you drive the 20 minutes to the store, get your shopping done, get home, and by now it's time for lunch. I am starving, the kids are starving, and the two sick ones need breathing treatments again.

To my horror, the delivery truck is sitting in my driveway!!! Now! Of course they show up now...when I have a mini van full of groceries that need to be put in the fridge along with everything else going on! And you know my dad was still out with Jennifer! So what do I do? Start crying. Call every neighbor and finally find one at home and tell her I need help RIGHT NOW, can she please come over? She is making lunch for her son but says she'll be over in 5 minutes. I use that 5 minutes wisely...I leave the kids in the car and get the cold stuff in the fridge. :)

The neighbor comes running over minus her kid (she left him at home alone) and bless her heart, she feeds the two boys, tries to comfort the screaming baby, and even starts the breathing treatments while I help unload the stupid truck. Thankfully the rain hides the tears streaming down my face or else the delivery guy just ignores them but needless to say, I wasn't a whole lot of help unloading that heavy stuff. Oh well. We got everything off the truck and off he went.

As soon as I walked in the neighbor took off to get back to her son. My dad walked in with my daughter about half an hour later to see grocery bags all over the table and counters and me soaking wet sitting in the rocking chair nursing the baby with crumbs all over her from my hurriedly scarfed down peanut butter and jelly sandwich. You seriously don't want to mess with a hungry nursing mother! All three kids needed changed and all three of us needed naps.

My brother did arrive safely that evening. The swing set did get put together. And I even made a lasagna for dinner for us that Saturday night. I remember, I was so proud of myself for pulling that off, it seemed like such a momentous feat to be able to put all that together with everything else I had going on. An actual home cooked meal!

So yeah, what's a migraine in comparison? Not such a big deal compared to that! Reminiscing can be good, it reminds me that I've had it worse. And I'm so glad my kids grew out of that asthma and are healthy today! And weren't they just so dang cute and so tiny?!? Now they are all grown up. Sniff, sniff.

Here's Why We Celebrate Today

I shared an article on FB about Trump not taking away the LGBTQ's rights. In response a friend sent me this link:
http://johnpavlovitz.com/2016/11/09/heres-why-we-grieve-today/

This is too long to share on a FB post AND I don't want anyone to say I was shoving my opinion in their face so I am posting my response here on my blog. That way you can keep on scrolling and/or click away if you don't like it or are offended. Let me be clear, my intent is not to offend! I personally don't know why everyone seems to get so offended so easily but that seems to be the case. I'm just voicing my opinion in response to this article. I understand a lot of people are grieving. I'm now taking the opportunity to share why I am "celebrating". I wouldn't really even call it celebrating for me personally. I'd say I'm more hopeful but I'd say Republicans in general are more in a celebratory mood and they deserve to be.

So here you go, my response is in red:

http://johnpavlovitz.com/2016/11/09/heres-why-we-grieve-today/

Here’s Why We Grieve Today

Here’s Why We Celebrate Today

I don’t think you understand us right now.

I think you think this is about politics. 

I think you believe this is all just sour grapes; the crocodile tears of the losing locker room with the scoreboard going against us at the buzzer.

I don’t think you understand us right now.

I think you think this is about politics. 

I think you believe this is all just a victory dance; the fist pumps of the winning locker room with the scoreboard shining for us at the buzzer.

I can only tell you that you’re wrong. This is not about losing an election.This isn’t about not winning a contest. This is about two very different ways of seeing the world.

I can only tell you that you’re wrong. This is not about winning an election. This isn’t about not losing a contest. This is about two very different ways of seeing the world.

Hillary supporters believe in a diverse America; one where religion or skin color or sexual orientation or place of birth aren’t liabilities or deficiencies or moral defects. Her campaign was one of inclusion and connection and interdependency. It was about building bridges and breaking ceilings. It was about going high. 

Hillary’s America was also about giving perks to those who pay. It rewarded dreamers who did not follow rules (the laws of American immigration) and allowed illegal immigrants to cut line over those who did try to obey the law. It supported women’s rights but not viable infant’s rights. Her campaign was shown to be one of secret supporters, manipulation, actors/rioters paid to cause dissent and discord against the opposition.

Trump supporters believe in a very selective America; one that is largely white and straight and Christian, and the voting verified this. America is largely straight and Christian and the voting verified this. Most Americans have never made any assertion otherwise and are trying to make it clear that they are tired of being told gender is fluid, pronouns are fluid, Christianity is wrong, the Constitution needs to be changed, and we are deplorable and uneducated for feeling the way we do. Donald Trump has never made any assertions otherwise. He ran a campaign of fear and exclusion and isolation—and that’s the vision of the world those who voted for him have endorsed. Donald Trump’s campaign was of safety. A border with immigration laws that would be enforced. Background checks that would be thorough and vetted. That’s the vision of the America those who voted for him have endorsed.

They have aligned with the wall-builder and the professed p*ssy-grabber, and they have co-signed his body of work, regardless of the reasons they give for their vote:

Every horrible thing Donald Trump ever said about women or Muslims or people of color has now been validated.

Every profanity-laced press conference and every call to bully protestors and every ignorant diatribe has been endorsed.Every piece of anti-LGBTQ legislation Mike Pence has championed has been signed-off on.
This is not about one candidate over the other.
It’s not about one’s ideas over another’s.
It is not blue vs. red.
It’s not her emails vs. his bad language.
It’s not her dishonesty vs. his indecency.
It’s about religion being weaponized.
It’s about crassness and vulgarity and disregard for women.
It’s about a barricaded, militarized, bully nation.
It’s about an unapologetic, open-faced ugliness.

Half of our country has declared these things acceptable, noble,American. 

This is the disconnect and the source of our grief today. It isn’t a political defeat that we’re lamenting, it’s a defeat for Humanity.

We’re not angry that our candidate lost. We’re angry because our candidate’s losing means this country will be less safe, less kind, and less available to a huge segment of its population, and that’s just the truth.

Those who have always felt vulnerable are now left more so. Those whose voices have been silenced will be further quieted. Those who always felt marginalized will be pushed further to the periphery. Those who feared they were seen as inferior now have confirmation in actual percentages.

Those things have essentially been campaign promises of Donald Trump, and so many of our fellow citizens have said this is what they want too.  

Half of our country has voiced that we are ready to make a stand against illegal immigration, about common sense genetics, about maturity and agreeing to disagree. We feel safe again because we are not having to pay our taxes to support people who do not belong here. Not because of the color of their skin or because of their religion but because they are here illegally. We feel safe again because we have a leader who isn’t being paid secretly from special interest groups or from foreign governments who, by the way, throw gay people off buildings and don’t even allow women to drive. We feel safe again to properly call people Him and Her, He and She, instead of having to call people a Ze or Zit. We feel safe in knowing our 2^nd Amendment rights will not be stripped. We feel safe knowing refugees will be vetted more stringently instead of allowing people in who openly state they hate our country and our own FBI states they cannot properly do background checks on all of them. This is what Donald Trump promised in his campaign and this is what so many of our fellow citizens want too.

This has never been about politics.

This IS about politics.

This IS about one’s ideas over another’s, the ideas of where America is headed.

This is about who will be appointed to the Supreme Court.

This is about more big government versus a smaller government.

This is about more taxes or less.

This is about more Big Brother or less. More gun rules or more enforcing what is already on the books.

This IS about her emails, her dishonesty, her lack of prosecution and the American people tired of the double standard.

This IS about the American people tired of the lies, the deceit, the behind doors politicking going on that affects our lives and the money involved.

This is about our money being wasted. Any money the government uses is OUR money. We are tired of it being taken and used and wasted without a say in it. We are tired of it being given to people who should work for it themselves and/or for people who don’t deserve it. If you are in America illegally, you DO NOT DESERVE MY TAXPAYER MONEY!

This is about mandatory health care that is outrageously expensive and was a bunch of lies from the get go.

It’s about overt racism and hostility toward minorities.

And it is not only that these things have been ratified by our nation that grieve us; all this hatred, fear, racism, bigotry, and intolerance—it’s knowing that these things have been amen-ed by our neighbors, our families, our friends, those we work with and worship alongside. That is the most horrific thing of all. We now know how close this is.

It feels like living in enemy territory being here now, and there’s no way around that. We wake up today in a home we no longer recognize. We are grieving the loss of a place we used to love but no longer do. This may be America today but it is not the America we believe in or recognize or want.

This is not about a difference of political opinion, as that’s far too small to mourn over. It’s about a fundamental difference in how we view the worth of all people—not just those who look or talk or think or vote the way we do.

Grief always laments what might have been, the future we were robbed of, the tomorrow that we won’t get to see, and that is what we walk through today. As a nation we had an opportunity to affirm the beauty of our diversity this day, to choose ideas over sound bytes, to let everyone know they had a place at the table, to be the beacon of goodness and decency we imagine that we are—and we said no.

The Scriptures say that weeping endures for a night but joy comes in the morning. We can’t see that dawn coming any time soon.

And this is why we grieve.

 Mourning is a process, we understand because we’ve dealt with it. You’ll go through the stages and you’ll survive. The good news is that “the winners” are better winners than you are “losers”. Notice the difference 8 years has made. There was no rioting, no burning flags, no disrupting the peace and blocking traffic, no shouting obscenities at high school and college campuses when Obama was elected president. There was fear but maturity.

Do some research. The media has clouded you with a lot of negativity. Go back and look at Donald Trump before he was a candidate. You will find many flattering and uplifting pieces about him as a businessman, about his dealings with people of color, homosexuals, etc. He is firm but fair. No, he isn’t the best example of a gentleman but can you say that Bill Clinton was, either? Can you say that Hillary Clinton is the best example of honesty and integrity? You’ll still need to be the parent in your home and teach family values, no politician will ever take your place. Stop buying into the hysteria and propaganda. Fear sells. Sex sells. Scandal sells.

Do you want kindness, acceptance, neighborhoods that are friendly and welcoming? Stay where you are and keep doing what you are doing. If you weren’t in enemy territory before you won’t be in enemy territory now. Your neighborhood hasn’t changed unless you as community members do. Eight years ago our neighborhoods didn’t change overnight, either. We learned firsthand that our friends were still our friends if we treated them the same. You’ll see the same thing.

Stop the fear-mongering. Take it one day at a time and you’ll be surprised at how resilient we can be.

Big Brother IS helping in Louisiana

There has been a huge outcry because Big Brother, as in Uncle Sam, hasn't come to the aid of the flood victims in Louisiana recently. President Obama was vacationing, playing golf, and what not and waited until his vacation was over before he decided to comment and/or come see what the people needed.

Yes, I understand that President Bush was criticized for not doing more and not doing it faster when there was flooding during hurricane Katrina and that was when he called out FEMA within days. I'm not trying to make excuses for President Obama. Instead I'm hoping that Americans can learn an important lesson from this. Yes, some government assistance was expected and would have been nice but when in trouble there is a different Big Brother we should turn to first...Jesus Christ.

Remember America was founded on "In God We Trust"? Not in Uncle Sam. When there are troubled times God WILL help. How, you ask? He works through others. This flooding is the perfect example. Because the government was absent we were able to witness Americans stepping up and showing Christlike love and service for their fellow man.

The mainstream media might not spend a lot of air time reporting on those people willing to serve others but you CAN find numerous stories on social media. People taking their boats out to go and rescue homeowners from flooded homes, people bringing food and water to those stranded and hungry, a 9 year old boy giving up his birthday party and presents to deliver pizzas to those who have been stranded and need food, and on and on.

If you don't believe in God, fine, believe in the goodness of the American people. They weren't asking what religion you were. They didn't care what race you were. They didn't care about your job, your education, your social standing, etc. All they knew was that you needed help and they pitched in and got the job done. To me, that is the Lord working miracles through others. People acting as disciples of Christ as they listen to promptings to help and serve those in need.

Politicians and the media are really playing up scare tactics right now and getting people worked up about race, religion, politics, and highlighting differences. They seem to delight in causing friction. Take note, folks. When things get bad and we really need one another, that stuff really doesn't matter. Stop turning to the politicians and media for what's important. Start remembering the basic principles of what America was founded on..."In God We Trust". You'll be a lot happier. You'll appreciate your neighbors more. You'll be more independent.

America IS still great because of it's people...don't forget it!

Target's Double Standard

"Everyone deserves to feel like they belong. And you’ll always be accepted, respected and welcomed at Target. "

That sounds great, doesn't it? I like shopping at Target, I love feeling like I belong, I like being accepted, respected, and welcomed so Target sounds like the perfect store for me.

But here's a question, If I've already gone through background checks and been cleared to own a handgun, why aren't I allowed to carry in a Target store? Why doesn't Target respect me in that decision? Why don't they accept that I've had government clearance and automatically assume I'm not a "bad guy" wanting to cause trouble? Why can't I even carry it concealed and still be welcomed at Target? It makes me feel like I belong. It makes me feel safe and secure.

Now I realize it doesn't make others feel so safe and secure but if I'm conceal carrying why does Target even care? It's against the law for me to show it, let alone use it, so what's the big deal?

Because it makes others feel uncomfortable. It makes them feel like they don't belong. OK, Target is their own business and can set their own rules. I can comply or not shop there.

What is confusing to me, then, is Target's recent decision to allow ANY man in the women's restroom or fitting room. They say, "In our stores, we demonstrate our commitment to an inclusive experience in many ways. Most relevant for the conversations currently underway, we welcome transgender team members and guests to use the restroom or fitting room facility that corresponds with their gender identity."

At face value you look at that and say, "Lisa, you misunderstand. Target is saying they welcome TRANSGENDER team members to use the restroom or fitting room of their choice, not ANY person."

Unlike gun permits, there is no background check, no card carrying official declaration that someone is transgender. By being so inclusive Target has just allowed ANYONE access to the women's rooms. Anyone can go in as long as they say they identify with women. It's true, check out this video:
http://www.mediaite.com/online/florida-man-trolls-target-staffer-over-inclusive-bathroom-policy/

In case you don't watch the video, let me tell you about it. A man decides to speak to management at his local Target to see if he can use the women's room. He says he feels more comfortable doing that and is told by management that he can. The man also asks what he should do if any woman has a problem with that. The manager responds that "he will speak to them" should they have any problems with that.

Really?!? Target management will speak to me if I feel uncomfortable with an obvious man in the women's room. Will speaking to me make me feel better? Will speaking to me make me feel comfortable to have future men come in while I'm at Target?

If SPEAKING TO ME makes it all better, than why doesn't Target just SPEAK TO all the people who are concerned and uncomfortable with me carrying a gun? Why doesn't Target management explain that I've been screened, the federal government says I'm OK to carry a weapon so everyone else should be confident and secure with me carrying one, too? Let's love and be inclusive and think the best of everyone, I mean we are all at Target and just want to have a good time shopping!

What kind of stupid is that? OF COURSE not all shoppers are going to be loving and feel inclusive towards everyone just because they are in Nirvana Land of the local Target store! Just because the government has cleared me to carry a firearm does not make the majority of others trust me and my intentions. I get that! So why can't Target understand that I instinctively don't trust men in the women's restroom or fitting room?

Again, you may be saying, "Lisa, don't be judgmental. How dare you accuse transgenders of being pedophiles or rapists? Most of them are just people who need to pee and/or try on clothes." You might point me to this Facebook meme:

If you are saying that you totally miss the point, I'm not hating on transgender people! I truly believe that most of them do not want to draw attention to themselves. Most of them are like conceal carry weapon holders. They "conceal" their maleness as much as possible and if they do a good enough job or are far enough along in the process I'll never see their...uh...weapon. I could be in the stall right next to one and never know. Ignorance is bliss, I'd be none the wiser, so both of us would go about our day and back to shopping at Target happy and secure.

But, see, this goes back to my point of no screening. Anyone can go in now. Even "bad guys" who are perverts and pedophiles. There is nothing stopping them. They just have to say they feel more comfortable in there. Yeah, I'd bet you do! And if I complain because I feel uncomfortable I'm the one getting a talking to by management!

I don't know if this even makes sense to anyone else. To me I see it as a double standard, one that I have the opposite view of on both ends. I'm much more apt to feel secure around a legal gun carrier than a man who merely says he feels more comfortable in the women's room. I think Target has it backwards.

I'm not afraid. I'm not afraid of transgenders in the women's room. I'm not afraid because I'm not allowed to carry a firearm. I'm not even really afraid of being accosted in the women's room while shopping at Target. Just like with guns, if a bad guy wants to cause trouble he will do it no matter the law. If some pervert is intent on getting his kicks in the women's room he'll do it regardless of the store's policies. But I don't agree with Target's policy opening the door and inviting these perverts in in the name of inclusion.


So I'm back to something I mentioned earlier, Target is their own business and can set their own rules. I can comply or not shop there. Guess what? I'm no longer shopping at Target.

It doesn't matter what you think

What a way to shut down conversation, "It doesn't matter what you think or I don't care what you think." Sometimes the truth hurts, though. If you aren't willing to take the time and effort to vote, it really DOESN'T matter what you think! At least not to me.

Let me explain why I feel that way. First off, especially to women out there, do you even realize the pain, suffering, persecution, yada, yada, yada, that earlier women went through to fight to get you the opportunity to vote? This is one of the many things that we take for granted now a days yet we shouldn't. Do you know how many women throughout the world are STILL fighting for this opportunity? We're a bit ungrateful to shrug and say to ourselves, "Nah, I don't feel like going out today or The lines are too long and I don't want to wait."

Men, you aren't off the hook. Do you know how many men throughout the world would love to have the opportunity to vote? To let their voices be heard? Don't take our rights and privileges for granted, folks!

Second, everybody and their dog has plenty to say about politics in America today. "We should or shouldn't be doing that or That's so wrong or We need to do better about this." Whether or not I agree with you is irrelevant. You are welcome to your opinion just like I am welcome to mine. But if you aren't willing to stand up for what you believe in, who cares? You're just blowing hot air. If you want change then start being proactive and make your voice heard. One way to do that is by voting.

So what if your vote doesn't "win"? You at least tried. You stood up and were counted. You made a difference in that you showed others that you CARE.

If you don't care, OK then. You have the right to stay home, too. You have the right to whine and complain about the affairs of America, too, but I personally don't want to hear it. I feel like you are part of the problem. Whiners sitting around complaining and expecting others to take care of the problems for you. You want change? Get out and do a little something about it.

Yes, yesterday was voting day in Texas. You better believe I stood in line and waited my turn. Did I love the standing and waiting? Nope. Did I love being able to vote? You bet!

Do you feel guilty about not voting? Good! Do something about it next time. Then you can at least say you tried and I don't mind listening to your views. They matter (and count) if you vote. They are just hot air if you don't.

:)  That's my public service announcement for the day. Have a good one and God bless America!