Saturday, December 23, 2006

Don't

Don't tell me I can't do something. I will move Heaven and Earth to prove to you that I can.
Don't judge me for the way I live my life. I am happy and that should be all that matters.
Don't assume that because I have not finished college that I am not knowledgeable. Life has taught me many things.
Don't pretend with me. I won't pretend with you.
Don't look down on me because I don't have what you have. I have chosen to spend my money and my time on my family.
Don't assume you are better than me. You have talents that I don't, as I have talents that you don't. Together, we could have it all.
Don't expect me to be a certain way because of my family, my faith or my morales. I may surprise you.
Don't think that you know who I am.

Wednesday, November 22, 2006

Letter To The Editor

Okay, I guess I have made some people angry with the Letter to the Editor I posted in the Tooele Transcript. I didn't do it to offend anyone, but to voice my opinion. Those who know me and my story know why this would have angered some people and why this is a personal subject for me. I hold so much anger and hatred for the people that commit these crimes. I do not understand people that coddle these offenders. To say that they have "done their time" is NOT fair! When is the "time" over for the victims? When do they get to be set free? Below is my article. Feel free to leave a comment.

Editor:
Over the last few weeks, several letters have been printed regarding sex offenders. A recent news report on sex offenders also left me feeling quite uneasy. Until recently, therapy during an offender's incarceration was 18 months. Due to recent budget cuts, that time has been cut in half. After some research, I was stunned to find that according to the United States Department of Justice, recidivism among sex offenders is quite high. They are four times more likely to reoffend than a criminal convicted of any other crime. With those statistics, why wasn't the program given the funding needed? Were you aware that Utah doesn't have a law regarding where an offender can live following incarceration? After corresponding with someone at the Utah Sex Offender Registration Program, I was shocked to learn that there are no predator-free boundaries. An offender can live across the street from his victim. If Utah is considered the most aggressive state in punishing this type of crime, I shudder to think how other states punish these offenders. To parents in the state of Utah: Be aware of the laws protecting (or not protecting) our children. Take the time to visit several available websites to see who is living in your neighborhood. To the offenders: If it is difficult for you to pay your registration fee and keep an up-to-date address on the registry, I'm sorry. Imagine what it is like for your victim and their family to relive your abuse everyday.

Monday, November 13, 2006

Motherhood

When will life slow down? Honestly. My 5 year old has strep throat. My 3 year old is hell bent on driving me crazy. My 1 year old pees on everything. My baby eats.

No, you don't understand...THAT'S ALL HE DOES! I am a human milk factory for him 24/7!
I am a stay at home mom now, which I have always wanted. But, now my days are endless strings of burping, diaper changing, tying shoes, playing referee, crying, pouting, yelling, drooling, laundry, dishes, carpools, dusting, vacuuming, sweeping, mopping, "MOM! SHE HIT ME!", cooking, pouring cups of milk, cleaning the carpet, paying bills, grocery shopping (which is a whole other blog about shopping with small children!). All the while, trying to teach, guide and mold my children into responsible, caring civilians.

Josh called from work today and was complaining because they have been working him hard today. I nicely advised him that I don't hold much sympathy for him, because while he has one boss riding him all day...I have four. It is obviously harder being me and he should quit complaining. (***feel the sarcasm here***)

Then, in a contemplative moment (in between pulling the 1 year old out of my purse and cleaning up the rug where the baby threw up carrots....) that I really am the lucky one. All he gets for his days of working is a piece of paper...okay, it has monetary value, but still, just a piece of paper.

I get the sticky kisses and the tender hugs. I get to help with homework and watch them as they learn. I get to answer questions like, "Will Uncle Jared come back from Heaven when he feels better?" and the question of today: "How does your belly go flat after the baby comes out?"

(WAIT!!! She thinks my belly is FLAT??? God Bless children and their innocent eyes!!!)

I really am the lucky one. I have to deal with the children all day, sure. But Josh has to deal with ME...when I've been dealing with the kids all day.

Now there's a job I don't envy!