Where to bury the bodies?

Startling photo of the Boston Marathon bombers

Startling photo of the Boston Marathon bombers (Photo credit: Ninian Reid)

The Boston Marathon Bomber #1 is dead.  I heard a report that the cause of death was gun shots to the torso and blunt force trauma from being run over by his brother, also known as Boston Marathon Bomber #2.   I don’t pretend to know much about or understand the Muslim faith.  I’m a Christian and that’s my faith so I do know about my own.  I personally don’t believe in cremation but others do.  I don’t believe in Same Sex relationships, but others do.  I don’t believe in abortions, but others do.

I’m not going to  put my two cents in where I know nothing about the topic, but I will ask a question.  This is how we learn, isn’t it?  In my faith, I believe that once a person dies, his/her soul is removed from his/her body.  (I believe this because that’s what I’ve been taught all my life, and I’ve seen it.  When my Grandmother passed I was there, her life filled body was one thing then as it turned into a lifeless body, it was completely another.  Same with my Grandfather.)  Both were people of strong faith but I don’t believe that they were taken right then, just because of their faith, I believe that’s the process.

With Bomber #1 being dead, and being of the Muslim faith, do you also believe that to be absent from the body is to be present with the Lord?  Does their God say the same thing?  IF so, what’s the big deal as to where Bomber #1 is buried?  He is clearly no longer connected to his earthly body.   Osama Bin Ladin was dropped overboard at see because (I believe the powers that be, didn’t want to take the chance that his followers would dig up his body and turn it into a shrine of some sort.)  If I recall correctly, the media reported that this wasn’t actually following his beliefs.    ANOTHER question:  Beings that we didn’t really take his faith into account, why on earth would we take Bomber #1’s?  This man was brought into our country by his parents claiming asylum, the very people that brought him here for that reason traveled back and forth to the country they sought asylum from, he and his siblings were raised on the backs of working Americans, fed, clothes, schooled, medical coverage, and even accepted into everyday life and activities.  Instead of contributing to the American Dream, they took from it, and the two brothers paid America back by bombing a sporting event where literally thousands of Americans would be.  They set a bomb down next to a child.  All while their parents were conveniently visiting the country they sought asylum from.  Hum?

 

Much like the Benghazi cover up, this Boston Marathon Bombing situation was attempted, by some, to be minimized by the current administration and his faithful following news media.  Let’s see what comes of this.  Perhaps our golf playing, beer drinking, party with the celebrities POTHUS will step in and suggest a solution.  LOL  What Am I Thinking?  It has nothing to do with balls, (golf or basket) there’s no beer at a picnic table involved, and Ja Zee aren’t interested in this story.  They’re too busy planning another trip to Cuba.

Lost and Found

A few weeks ago I started sharing my thoughts on this blogging site.  I was really pleased with some of my writings and thought I was doing a good thing.  If only one person could benefit from what I was writing, (mostly about lessons learned and experiences) then I would be happy and content.  In truth I was getting a bit concerned, because I wasn’t really getting any comments.  I had seen where people were starting to follow my blogging and I was tickled with that information.  Then today I had a few minutes between appointments, (the reason I hadn’t written in a while) as usual for this time of year and my work.  I had comments that I hadn’t seen.  I read them and my spirits were so lifted that I had a hard time setting still.

 

I’ve been busy but I’d also lost the feeling that anyone could ever benefit my what I had to say.  However, today, this changed.  I’m honored that people are reading my blogs and hope and pray that I can be helpful and understood.  Therefore my inspiration has been found.

 

I don’t mean to sound like the absolute worst President the United States of America has ever known, by my comment above of “Even one person” finding benefit in my writings.    We all know how wishy washy that man is every time he opens his mouth, and I sure wouldn’t want anyone to consider me in the same Lame/Uneducated group as he.  For anyone that can boast about saying he would do what it took to save even on child from being murdered in what I call cowardly acts of violence and then turn around and praise abortions and refer to children (what I see as Gifts from God) punishments.  I am proud that I’ll never have the misfortune to be in the same room as that man.  He can sure start a healthy lost/found list.

I’ll get it started for him:

LOST:

American Credibility

American Freedoms

American financial stability

American respect

 

FOUND:

Heavy handed bullying

Ways to rig even the most trusted election process for centuries

Ability to evade answering direct questions

Talent to lead one of the largest counties down the drain in only a matter of years.

 

I’ve gotten off track.  Lost and Found was to be about me.  Not the incompetence of the Anti-Leader.

Thank you for reading my blogs.

 

20 years of mortgage payments!

Twenty years ago, I was living in a two bedroom home with two children.  When the kids were getting old enough that they needed their own rooms, (one girl and one boy) I started house hunting.  I found a place that I really liked and beings that my first husband had decided that he just really didn’t like Ohio winters, working to provide for his family, and coming home to the same people every night, he picked up and moved to Texas leaving me to figure out parenting on my own.

 

I did it!  I went to work, paid all the bills each month and spent the hours off work, cooking, cleaning, and raising the kids.  I loved it because I love my children.  I found the place I wanted and asked my dad to go to the bank with me.  He did.  I bought it.  I eventually remarried and started getting help from my current husband.  (Glad to say I don’t think I’ve mowed but a hand full of times since.)  But back to the topic at hand.

 

When our friends and neighbors started refinancing every time the interest rates dropped, we watched.  They borrowed more and more each time.  It was nice watching them add on, build nicer decks, add beautiful fences, and pools, hot tubs, all kinds of things.  We didn’t.  Our loan stayed the same and when everyone in the area started losing their jobs, each of our friends and neighbors started worrying.  Again, we didn’t.  The time came and we both lost out jobs.  We started worrying. But our payment was still way lower than everyone else’s.  Three neighbor’s have lost their homes and property, two have sold and moved away.  We cut back on everything but were still able to keep up for our payments and the other necessities, forgetting about most luxuries.

 

We’ve looked forward to today for 20 years.  We went to the bank, with out last payment and walked inside.  Never missing a payment, never being late on a payment, we were proud.  I told the teller that we were there to pay off our mortgage and she looked at me like I had just started speaking another language.  She looked at our payment book and laughed after she input out account number.  “That will be $2,740.00.”    I nearly fell to the floor.

 

Their explanation was different with each person that I was able to talk to.  Six different people, six different explanations.  The last one was.  “Well, it looks like in 2005, you missed 7 payments.”  I’d had enough.  I’m completely confused on how this could happen.  How could they say I missed 7 payments when I have the receipts setting on the desk in front of them?  Then it changed to “oh, this is all late fees.”  EXCUSE ME! THE RECEIPTS ARE DATE STAMPED BY YOUR TELLERS!

“Oh, I’ll need 3 to 5 days to request a print out of your payment history.”  The last lady said with a smile.

Is the underlying cause for all this mess and anguish that we aren’t actually suppose to ever pay off a mortgage?  Each person that we talked to actually offered to refinance or extend the loan.  Please someone explain this to me.

Did Hillary really mislead the American People?

Just reported on Fox News (the only fact reporting station I get) that Hillary Clinton, (I won’t say flat out lied) mislead the American people and those at the Benghazi hearing about what she knew, did, and didn’t do.  Must run in the family.  She saw that her husband suffered no consequences for “misleading” “lying” to congressional folks and the American people.  (I did not have sexual relations with that woman.)

 

I understand that we are all different, what I see as wrong, you may see as acceptable.  Things that i would never do, you may do every day.  Things I do every day, you may never see yourself doing.  But, come on, Is there any circumstance that lying is acceptable?  (Yes, you look great in that suit.), (No, I hadn’t noticed you’d put on a little bit of weight.)  In a committed relationship, shouldn’t complete honesty by part of the foundation?  Shouldn’t you be able and comfortable telling you husband or wife anything?

 

I’ve been married nearly 20 years and I can actually tell what my husband is thinking by  looking at him.  Those silent conversations have sometimes gotten a bit heated, and other times, been just what I’ve needed at a certain time.  It’s not something that’s happened over night, it’s something that we’ve both worked long and hard to achieve.   So, when my husband says something like, “Are you wearing that today?”  I know, It must not have the look I’m trying to portray, I change.  He didn’t have to tell me that it looked bad or didn’t flatter me.

 

Oops, there I went again.  My point?  Will Hillary ignore that we know this information and still continue to show her lack of care, and run as if it never happened?

Official portrait of Secretary of State Hillar...

Official portrait of Secretary of State Hillary Rodham Clinton. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

What’s in the news

By now we’ve all heard and seen more about the Boston Marathon bombing than anything else.  I’ll admit, I’ve been listening to all of it.  But I have to ask, is the fact that the media is putting everything they hear or think they hear, out there, such a good thing?

 

For years we all grew up knowing that there were secret agents that jumped in and did what was needed to keep us all safe.  In my neck of the woods, we’ve always called them Spooks.  They were the ones that did the unspeakable to those that would do us harm.  Now known as “water boarding” and other such tasks.  But, that we even know about water boarding, I’m here thinking we know too much. We’re told too much.  The media reports too much.

 

In this situation, I really do feel that all the videos that the people were making are helping to find the bombers.  And in this situation those that were there are actually beneficial to the investigation.  But on the other hand, in everyday life. I have to ask if knowing as much as is put out there, is a good thing or not?

Days aren’t long enough.

Have you ever found yourself with more than humanly possible to get done in just one day?  I thrive on those days.  The time just seems to pass so quickly and before you know it, your list is all marked off.  Then, on the other side of that coin, there are those days that you think you can get everything wrapped up and actually get home a little bit early.

 

Something else always seems to pop up and get added to my list of “Today”.  Personally I’d rather find myself in the days with a full list and I know from the get go, that I’ll have to schedule everything else that pops up for another day.  Then if time permits, I can go ahead and tackle the new tasks.

 

I know this was a short post, just a thought that’s been running through my head today.

Convenience or silly?

There’s a small carry out slash gas station about three miles from our house.  There really isn’t many days one of us don’t run up there for something or other.  Gas for the mower, tiller, cycles, dirt bikes, or 4-wheelers. I’ve found myself in the middle of fixing dinner only to discover that there’s a few drops of milk in the fridge, so I either ask my husband to run up to the store or (I know this isn’t the best thing to do) I’ve been known to put everything on low and hurry up and back.

Some evening, we’ve had a sweet tooth and one of us has run up there for a candy bar or some kind of snack.

Today, I was doing my regular bi-weekly grocery shopping and I saw the owner of the store pushing several carts and filling them up with items to sell at the store.  Just smack me for not really watching prices when I run in and grab this or that.  If they are stocking that store at the same place I go to the grocery, them I’m actually paying their marked up price.

 

Is running to that little carry out convenient or silly.

Convenient:  Saving me from running all the way into town and dealing with the traffic getting across town, passing several places that my car seems to think it’s suppose to pull into every time it sees them, and then there’s the fact that running into Walmart for one or two items never ends with just those one or two items.

 

Silly: I’m paying much more than I would have, if I’d just gotten what I needed while I was in town.

What do you think?

English: A Snickers candy bar, broken in half.

English: A Snickers candy bar, broken in half. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)