touching a nerve

It would seem that the post I put up a few days ago touched a few nerves.Those words certainly fired mine.

Thank you everyone! I am beyond overwhelmed and encouraged by all of your words.

And then last night happened.

Jenny, The Bloggess, as she often does, found the words I was feeling last night and today:

I’m sad about last night for a lot of reasons.  And if you are human, and allow yourself to be so, then you probably are too.  Maybe it’s the verdict that upset you, or the destruction afterwards, or the long and difficult path that has led us here and has shown us we have so much further to go before we get to the place where we want to be…a place where kindness and compassion and vulnerability are the things which can be lauded and seen and encouraged and felt.  Or maybe, like me, you’re upset about all of those things and you feel too defeated to want to care anymore.

But if you’re like me, you can’t switch those emotions off.  It’s so much easier to turn those feelings of vulnerability and hurt into a shield of rage.  Rage feels powerful and strong.  It feels good.  And rage is important.  But not at the cost of compassion.  If, like me, today you woke up weary and wanting to become numb, or turn away, or lash out angrily at everyone involved then I feel you.  But I encourage you to keep compassion at the forefront.  Remember humanity.  Remember that your words and actions make a difference.  Remember that the majority of us are so much better than the worse things we see in the news, and that so many of us are leading a quiet revolution to be kind, and compassionate, and to listen to the hurt, and amplify the things that will make a positive difference in our world.  It’s a quiet revolution that will never be covered on CNN.  It’s a movement of people who redirect anger to kindness.  Who listen even when it’s painful.  Who take the hurt of others on ourselves and feel it so that we can become better people.  Who wade into horrible online threads and inject compassion and reason because we know that it can become contagious if done the right way.  Who hope that reason and empathy will somehow lead to a place which is safer for our children and grandchildren.

Yes.

I like to think that Jenny’s words followed by her call to action is what led to the staggering spike in donations to the Ferguson, Missouri library because perhaps what the citizens of Ferguson need most right now is a quiet sanctuary along with our compassion…especially if we just don’t understand.

I know that I don’t. even after spending part of my afternoon reading through just some of the Grand Jury’s transcripts.

Oof!

No I don’t understand. I imagine that I never will. But I can be outraged. I can also have compassion for people who are obviously hurting right now in a way that I can never possibly imagine or understand; and so while watching my own circus clowns as they enjoyed our new (to us) “dining room table” I ignored the hate and the rage expressed from all sides all over social media and I prayed, I gave what I could and I gave thanks that I could do these things.

Justice will not be served until those who are unaffected are as outraged as those who are ~ Benjamin Franklin

waiting room readings

Living the life of the juggling mom means sometimes waiting…in the school pickup queue, at dance or tumbling practice, in doctors’ offices, the orthodontist, in hospital waiting rooms, at the drugstore waiting for prescriptions to be filled…and on and on and on. Being the practiced mom who juggles and often hurries up to wait for a length of time I am prepared with a book on the Kindle, some favorite news apps, Words with Friends and, of course, social media. Yes, sometimes I wait for what seems like a long time…sometimes too long.

Waiting as usual earlier this week, I distracted myself with social media because nothing distracts me from waiting and sometimes worrying more than I should than what friends and family post on Facebook because I love the kids’ updates, quizzes, cat videos and “Vaguebook” status updates. What I mostly saw Monday is what quickly became viral and was all over my news feed this news story of a pregnant beggar with a boy driving off in a Mercedes.

:::cue the Facebook angry mob with torches and pitchforks:::

Oh dear…

Something about this story reminded me of another story from earlier this year…what was it?…Oh, yes! The woman who drove her Mercedes to pick up Food Stamps.

Legit or scam, we see a panhandler or someone paying for groceries with an EBT card or Food Stamps or WIC coupons we are definitely noticing what they have or don’t have and we are judging and then we post our judgements on Facebook because everyone needs to know the young mother with the iPhone has no right to be buying groceries with WIC, especially when she has a 2 liter bottle of soda and a box of cookies in that basket. God help her if she has acrylic nails or is wearing what appear to be Uggs. Oh, and hell no, if she is seen getting into a late model car. Of course we can judge and decide what poor people should or should not have because, why not? We’re good people. We’re good, hard working, God-fearing people with jobs.

Well it turns out that the pregnant lady in the San Diego area is very likely a scam and thank goodness ABC10news is on the case to expose the Benz Beggar. But for every fraud there are countless people out there whose need is very much legit. We might see the Mercedes or the manicure or the iPhone or any material possession that we decide is something a poor person should not have and decide that this is a scam. Perhaps it is a scam. Perhaps not. Perhaps there is more to their story than we care to even try to discover.

Just saying.

Oh, and this.

Yes, I saw this too on my Facebook timeline that afternoon.

the people have spoken and, hallelujah, we have been heard

You don’t honestly think that I am talking about the results of the mid-term elections this past Tuesday? Please tell me that you know I’m not talking about that?

Honestly!

One-third of the American people who are eligible to vote turned Congress red and legalized pot and raised the minimum wage in several states and the District of Columbia. We’re going to have so much fun with that.

Right?!

No, I’m not talking about elections and politics and red versus blue. I’m talking about coffee because it is blood.

When the perkiest barista told me that Starbucks wasn’t going to be bringing back MY holiday drink…the one that signals that it is time play Christmas music…the one that is one of many reasons why I participate in the Runner’s World Holiday Run Streak…the one that is oh so delicious and sometimes even more so spiked with a little brandy…the Eggnog Latte…I was truly disappointed.

I would have gotten really angry except for the fact she is so damn cute and perky and happy. Customers can’t help but love this barista, true story.

But I didn’t stop complaining because as much a some people love their Pumpkin Spiced Lattes (bleeccchhhh!) I loves my Eggnog Latte.

And clearly the voices of many like-minded people have been heard.

Thank goodness!

 

 

 

 

another flight, another boarding pass

To Texas we go!

No, not the whole circus act. Not this time.

Bill’s high school/drum corps/perpetually single/Hawaiian shirt wearing friend, Gary, is finally getting married!

Finally!

Without the fabled Hawaiian shirt that he has always worn when visiting the Big Top. My poor girls felt sorry for the eternal bachelor who was their Daddy’s best friend because obviously the guy only had one shirt.

He has that kind of sense of humor.

It took an amazing lady to get our friend Gary to finally settle down and want to get hitched. A special lady who helped him stock his refrigerator with much, much more than condiments and beer. Lucky Gary!

Of course Bill is Gary’s best man because there can only be one best man.

The wedding could be staged in the San Francisco area where Gary (and soon his lovely bride) resides because it is October and the weather in the Bay Area is perfect. Or it could be in Texas where it is literally a 5 day, 2 city event with temps projected to be in the 90s with HUMIDITY and thunderstorms.

And so, to Sugar Land and San Antonio we go!

Yee-HAW!

We’re ready.

After seeing some of the posts on the Passenger Shaming Instagram and Facebook page, we plan to wipe everything down because…colds and flu season…

and…

OMG….

did you see the pictures?1?!?!?…

people are freaking gross!!!!

Meanwhile, fear not, the kids will be all right. Nobody tell Abby and Jodie that Daniel is really the one in charge with his bro-in-law and sister Hollie as backup. We’re the only ones who have to know.

 

boarding pass for Daniel

Even though it was 6 years ago, I remember Daniel’s first flight as if it was just yesterday.

Magical it was! Perhaps because he is so magical. We never really did leave the Earth, as he imagined. If only.

Then in the news today we learned that there is an opportunity for such an adventure, a journey to Mars!

Daniel got his boarding pass.

Have you?

Get it. Be a part of the journey.