I read this article today about a mother in Texas who wants her terminally ill child kept alive by a ventilator so that he can die “naturally, the way God intended.” What?! I’m a mom, too, and I know I’d want to do anything I could to keep my children alive, but how this woman can figure keeping someone on a ventilator is keeping them alive to die “naturally” is beyond me. I’d say if you take him off the ventilator and he dies, that’s natural. I’m pretty sure ventilators are considered “life support”. Ah, well. What I can’t figure out is why this is news. Isn’t this a private issue between the mother and the hospital – or the courts and the mother, whatever. I thought this during the Terry Schiavo case, this person’s life isn’t for public scrutiny. I’d be horrified if I were lying in a hospital in a persistant vegetative state and my family had to fight everyone and their uncle to do what I would want them to do. I feel sorry for this woman, I really do, what a circus.
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In People magazine today Tori Spelling is quoted as saying, “motherhood rocks”. Oh haha! Ha ha HA! I don’t know this for a fact, so I probably shouldn’t say anything, but I rather think that what Tori Spelling knows about motherhood could be written on the sharp end of a pin! Do you mean to tell me that with all of her money she actually “mothers” her child. I seriously doubt it. Which kind of started me thinking… (uh oh….)
How many “stars” really mother their children? I guess I should be politically correct and say “parent” their children, to include the men. Even though I’m of the opinion that mothers do 90% of the parenting anyway… But, that’s not the point. I know when you work you hire babysitters, yada, yada, yada… That’s not what I’m talking about.
I’m talking about getting up after you’ve just gotten to sleep with a puking 12 year old, I’m talking about waking up in the middle of the night with a wet diaper in your face, bandaging bloody knees, mediating sibling rivalry (or best-friend rivalry), making dinner the majority of the time – and being there to eat it with them, being there for a hug and kiss at bedtime, loving chocolate, Kool-Aid, or mud-flavored kisses, wiping snotty noses and dirty bums… That’s what I’m talking about. Do you mean to tell me that the majority of the “stars” of Hollywood do that? I doubt it. Seriously… Can you picture Tori Spelling cleaning up after a baby has had explosive diarrhea all the way up to their armpits? Me either.
Well at least they can blame the nanny in years down the road when the kid doesn’t turn out the way they wanted. Heaven knows there have been times when I would have liked to blame the nanny. (Hey! Close that door! Where you raised in a barn?!) Then I remember- I didn’t have one.
So I read in the news today that they arrested the husband of Tara Grant. In case you hadn’t heard the story, her husband reported her missing something like 9 days after she disappeared and they recently reocvered her torso in the garage of the house and her severed limbs in a nearby park. What is wrong with these people? I’m not an advocate for divorce, but I think it’s always a better alternative than murder. The guy confessed. He says the kids were never out of the home, he strangled her then dismembered her the family-owned tool and die shop. Nice guy.
I can’t fathom people like this are walking around in society looking normal. The thought of butchering a human being is so absolutely repugnant to me, I can’t even think about it. I mean, I can’t even imagine such a thing. That one human being would to this to another, to his spouse, the mother of his children, the woman he apparently (once) loved… I don’t get it. And what a burden to place on those children for the rest of their lives.
For people (and I use the term loosely) who dismember other people – immediate death penalty. I mean it. No trial. No chance for appeals. Just do it and be done with it. Let parents, children, friends, everyone else get on with whatever they can manage to salvage of their lives without fear that this animal will somehow be turned loose on society again. Those poor kids, that’s all I can think of. What if one of them had found that torso in the garage? Yup. No trial. No problem.
Just when I think religion can’t get any more odd, I read this is the local paper. I checked the date, it’s not an April Fool joke.
U2 church services are Bono-fied hit
It was a church service with an edge.
As the Sunday-morning sun streamed through blocks of scarlet, purple and green stained glass at Omaha’s First Christian Church, the militarylike drum cadence of “Sunday Bloody Sunday” greeted 140 people at the first of two U2 Eucharists.
A blond creative-writing teacher wearing dark sunglasses joined in, playing the electric guitar melody of U2 guitarist The Edge.
Images on a screen beside a giant golden cross flashed: a charred shell of an automobile, a crying child gripping a fence.
“Wipe your tears away, wipe your tears away,” the praise band sang.
The U2 Eucharist, a church service that combines the spiritual lyrics of rock band U2 with traditional Bible verses to encourage social activism, started with a tiny Episcopal church in Maine and has spread to more than 250 churches worldwide.
At this Disciples of Christ Church, for some members, it was an introduction to U2 lead singer Bono. For others, it was the reason they were there.
“Personally, I would have put him in the same category as Ozzy Osbourne,” Marj Frost, 65, said with a laugh. The Omahan said she knew Bono only by name.
But the service opened her eyes – enough so that she might listen to U2’s music instead of turning off those loud guitars.
“It was interesting,” she said. “It was a good experience. I’m glad I was here.”
The volume and intensity of the music were subdued compared with the environment at a U2 arena performance.
And the crowd was calmer than those at the four-member group’s packed shows. A few people clapped to one song, but most sang them like church hymns. Some just watched the lyrics on the screen.
But it accomplished the co-pastors’ goal: to get new faces in the church.
First Christian Church’s René and Rick Jensen were brainstorming themes for their contemporary service when they remembered reading about the U2 Eucharist, also shortened to “U2charist.”
They developed their own version, using Matthew 25:31-46, the parable of the last judgment.
People sitting on one side of the center aisle would read part of the Scripture, then the other side would read, with everyone joining in to read lyrics to U2’s “I Still Haven’t Found What I’m Looking For.”
Rick Jensen’s sermon used Bono as an example of someone helping the needy.
“He has taken his faith and Jesus’ demand for justice seriously, using his celebrity to get in the faces of the political and business leaders of wealthy nations,” Rick Jensen said of Bono.
Bono was named Time magazine’s 2005 Person of the Year, along with Bill and Melinda Gates, for their call to wealthy nations to forgive the debts of poor countries so that money could instead be used for basic necessities.
Bono also co-founded DATA (Debt, AIDS, Trade, Africa), an advocacy organization to fight extreme poverty and AIDS in Africa, and the (PRODUCT)RED campaign, a consumer initiative.
Bono is still better known worldwide as a rocker who favors sunglasses and leather.
After learning more about him, Helen Cantwell, 57, felt like her cool quotient might rise with her 16-year-old daughter and others.
“I work with a lady who always says she loves Bono, and I never know what she’s talking about,” the Omahan said. “I liked the message to it, and I liked the rhythm.”
The pastors knew some churchgoers weren’t interested in rock music, so they kept their 8:15 a.m. service traditional.
René Jensen said the service, like all church services, was meant to glorify God, but also to draw those not attracted to a traditional service. She advertised on a sign at the church at 66th and Dodge Streets and in the University of Nebraska at Omaha newspaper.
Adam Stark, a UNO senior who is Catholic, brought enough friends and family members to practically fill a pew.
“It was U2 – that was all that mattered,” said Stark, 22.
The two U2 services each drew about 40 people more than normal, René Jensen said.
Chris Jenson, the Elkhorn creative-writing teacher and praise band lead guitarist, noticed the new faces. Since discovering the band at age 10, the now-36-year-old parent has attended six U2 concerts and played U2 songs in a cover band. But performing “One” in his church was special.
“To sing that song in a congregation while people are breaking bread,” he said, “it was moving.”
It was, in the words of Bono in the service’s closing song, a beautiful day.
I found this on CNN tonight – Pat Robertson is predicting that there will be mass deaths in the US in late 2007 from a terrorist attack. I’m wondering if he uses Tarot cards or uses a crystal ball. I’m not saying that Mormons have the markete cornered on revelation, but I do think this kind of thing scares more people than it helps.
Am I shocked by his announcement? Not really. Our own church leaders have been telling us for years to be prepared with our food storage (with a lot more counsel to take care of this as soon as possible recently), and making preparations for disaster, and I really don’t terrorism in our country will end with 9/11. All you can do is be prepared. I’m glad his “track record” is so good. You think if you’re talking to God your track record would be 100%. Of course that’s just my opinion.
Hey, I’m loving this job! I had some overtime last week and actually made more money than DH… Woo hoo! Not that I have much left, but I’m actually getting bills paid and having money to buy Christmas presents too. This is a feeling I could get used to. I’m not so sure my back is in agreement with me, but what the heck…
I worked 6 p.m. to 2:30 a.m. the past 2 days because the regular 3-11 person was off. I hate these hours. I don’t like having my entire evening wasted (!) on working. I love the 10 to 6:30 a.m., I’ll be glad to get back to it for the next 2 days. I have to work at 6 again on Friday – sucks to be me. Oh well, it’s not permanent.
Went back to the neurologist on Monday, went over the results of the neuropsych test, blah, blah, blah. Yes he thinks I should defintely go to counseling, but let’s try another antidpressant shall we? Maybe this one (300 mg of Effexor) isn’t the right one for you. Whatever. (Which I’m starting to see that the psychological field interprets as a lack of interest.) Let’s try Wellburtin 150 mg a day. Okay, let’s just shoot me in the head and be done with it. I have done nothing but either laugh hysterically (okay, I do admit my sister had something to do with that yesterday) or cry. And cry. And cry. And cry some more. Over nothing. ab so lute ly nothing. DH: Hey, it’s really nice outside for a change, wanna go for a walk? Me: Wahhhhh!!! DH: Let’s go sit on the deck for awhile, it’s so nice. Me: Wahhhh…… MIL: The cake you made is beautiful! I love it! Me: Wahhhhh!!!!!. I was over at my sister’s today helping her pack. First I had to sit in the middle of my nephew’s room and cry. For an HOUR i sat there and cried. Over nothing. Then I called the doctor and said maybe Wellbutrin isn’t quite working the way he had hoped. He’s supposed to call me back, but whether he does or not, I’m back on Effexor tomorrow. This is ridiculous. I thought I was depressed a couple weeks ago… I was positively giddy in comparison to this week. Plus, anyone who has ever taken an antidepressant probably knows what I’m talking about here, I have a severe case of bubblehead. Whenever you’re late or miss a dose of, say for instance, Paxil or Effexor, you start feeling like your head is about the size of the Goodyear Blimp and floating about 3 feet above your shoulders and about 10 feet behind you. It’s the oddest feeling. Not really dizzy, just not connected to your head. Odd.