Mighty oaks from little acorns grow*

Behind every great man, there’s a great woman**. I have heard this most of my life in a half-joking manner from a very wide spectrum of women. At times I feel slightly guilty because I believe this to be true. However, I do feel it may work in the reverse as well. My thought is that for every great human, there must be many other phenomenal people that that person in particular has surrounded themselves with.

A person is known by the company he keeps. In other words, I know in my life experiences thus far, after a certain length of time I began to almost mirror the people whose company I kept. I know in my heart whom I am, but as a human being would sometimes feel the need to appease people. I would begin to more or less take on their traits. That included their successes and failures.

All things must pass is what I would recite like a mantra when it felt like I was losing myself in someone else’s storm. After an uncertain amount of time, the mantra vanished as though it hadn’t ever really existed. I had become confused about who I really was and what I was doing. I actually had taken on the lives of my “company”.  As you sow, so shall you reap.

                        A leopard cannot change his spots was my new belief. I had convinced myself that I was this person everyone believed me to be. It’s amazing how easily this change occurs when you are surrounded by people who never really knew who you were to begin with. Amnesia or an alien abduction is the only things I can use in comparison. Imagine if unbeknownst to you, you were uprooted in the middle of the night by an alien ship. Your appearance changed and your personality, morals and values numbed. Then you are replanted into a different place where you know nobody.

            If you can’t be good be careful and if you can’t beat em’, join em’ is what I felt after my so-called alien abduction. I was in an unfamiliar place surrounded by anonymous people. My life very quickly turned into survival of the fittest. Lucky for me, I must have been a direct descendant to a family of Olympians! In time I sought refuge at church. I would go and pray outside because I knew in my heart that God helps those who help themselves and I was not completely ready to give it my all. Therefore, I refused to enter the church but was praying with every ounce of my being just outside the door.

I remember the catalog of emotions I preceded through to find the human being I had once been.  Every dark cloud has a silver lining which was wonderful because I was never really a fan of gold. I knew that into every life a little rain must fall and I was ready to accommodate a draught! I withdrew from all the counterfeit people in my life and focused on someone whom I knew had and would never turn their back. God.  I devoted many hours a day to prayer in hopes that I would have the courage to do what I knew had to be done. A woman’s work is never done is essentially what gave me strength to push forward. 

A depiction of the Virgin Mary was among the numerous statues that surrounded the church where I had begun to spend the majority of my time. I would spend hours looking at her statue and praying for strength. I would at times feel unspeakable guilt since I knew that what I was enduring was pale in comparison to what she had to endure. I was finally able to wake up one morning and cry out enough is enough!

I remembered that a little knowledge is a dangerous thing so I submerged myself into learning how to change my situation instead of staying ignorant and playing the role of a victim.  I knew that failing to plan is planning to fail and took to heart that every dog has his day. I researched employment, living arrangements, and school districts for my son, education for myself and the safety of the area where I decided we should move. I carefully picked a date and began the end of our beginning.

America, the Beautiful

I feel that every successful relationship should constitute of a man and a woman. In this relationship, the man should always be the superior one and the woman should remain submissive. There is absolutely no need for there to be an equal balance between them because it could possibly result in disobedience of one of the parties.  It would be ignorant to believe that a relationship should be considered under any other circumstances; i.e. single parents, homosexual couples, etc.

The problems that would arise in a single parent home that could be avoided in a traditional American Family home are endless. For example, the children of a single parent would have to see their parent display strength, independence, and self-motivation in order to compensate for the absence of the other parent. They may also see the single parent acquire a variety of individuals through dating which may make the parent happy. Obviously, there is a lot of risk involved with meeting new people and having to “play the field”.

In regards to a homosexual relationship, the children might be a witness to something that is sinful and disturbing compared to that of a typical American Family home. Also, the child’s own sexuality will immediately be at risk because it would be absolutely impossible for the homosexual parents to correctly explain the difference between right and wrong in the minds of society. It would be the parent’s responsibility to ensure the lifestyle is completely hidden from the child and would be expected to lie. However, the lie would not be nearly as bad if it were a straight couple and the thing to be hidden were infidelity. Infidelity is just an issue that every healthy American family eventually learns to accept and “work through”.

Other families that could potentially fall into the “unfit” category could be surrogate mothers, adoptive parents or teenage mothers. The women who dare cross the line and become surrogate mothers should be ashamed of themselves! These women actually have the audacity to carry children just for the sake of allowing a couple to have their own baby. A baby, that for obvious reasons, they are incapable of conceiving on their own. The situation is quite similar with adoptive parents as well. These people expect to take children from people who are usually addicted to drugs, homeless or mentally unsound. They believe that what they are doing is right but, it is selfish to give a child a healthy place to be raised if you did not produce the child on your own accord. Teenage motherhood is an extremely easy subject to denounce because these girls have obviously been raised by someone other than the good American family!

Regardless of the reasons people have decided to stray from our American morals and values, it is our duty as human beings and original, worthy inhabitants of this country, to show the others the error of their ways. We need to teach them the proper roles that the woman and man are expected to fill in order to keep our homes clean and virtuous. They should be aware of that women are supposed to follow man and obey their commands. This is not completely unbearable for the women because they ultimately are left with very little responsibility.

  It is the man’s responsibility to be the “bread winner” of the family and the “ruler of his palace”.  Therefore, the man is held liable for acquiring the education and social fundamentals which are absolutely necessary to tend to his wife and family. He should be able to be awoken in the morning by his wife with breakfast already on the table. Also, his clothes should be ready at his dressing table and his keys and work accessories awaiting him at the door where his wife should also be standing to wish him off.  While he is off working excruciatingly hard at his desk job, he should not have to worry about his home or anything other than himself.  When he arrives back at his homestead, he should be greeted at the door as if he never left. There, his wife should take off his shoes and assist him in putting his belongings away. There should also be a meal of his liking waiting at the table where his clean and happy children have been anxiously awaiting his arrival.  His day should end with a foot rub and bath from his wife in silence.

ONLY A MAN WOULD ATTEMPT THIS   

IT'S A MAN THING . . .

Just try reading this without laughing till you cry!!!


Pocket Tazer Stun Gun, a great gift for the wife. A guy who purchased his lovely wife a pocket Tazer for their anniversary submitted this:

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Last weekend I saw something at Larry's Pistol & Pawn Shop that sparked my interest. The occasion was our 15th anniversary and I was looking for a little something extra for my wife Julie. What I came across was a 100,000-volt, pocket/purse- sized tazer. The effect s of the tazer were supposed to be short lived, with no long-term adverse affect on your assailant, allowing her adequate time to retreat to safety....??

WAY TOO COOL!  Long story short, I bought the device and brought it home. 

I loaded two AAA batteries in the darn thing and pushed the button. Nothing! I was disappointed. I learned, however, that if I pushed the button and pressed it against a metal surface at the same time; I'd get the blue arc of electricity darting back and forth between the prongs.

AWESOME!!!     

Unfortunately, I have yet to explain to Julie what that burn spot is on the face of her microwave. Okay, so I was home alone with this new toy, thinking to myself that it couldn't be all that bad with only two triple-A batteries, right? There I sat in my recliner, my cat Gracie looking on intently (trusting little soul) while I was reading the directions and thinking that I really needed to try this thing out on a flesh & blood moving target. I must admit I thought about zapping Gracie (for a fraction of a second) and thought better of it. She is such a sweet cat. But, if I was going to give this thing to my wife to protect herself against a mugger, I did want some assurance that it would work as advertised. Am I wrong? So, there I sat in a pair of shorts and a tank top with my reading glasses perched delicately on the bridge of my nose, directions in one hand, and tazer in another. The directions said that a one-second burst would shock and disorient your assailant; a two-second burst was supposed to cause muscle spasms and a major loss of bodily control; a three-second burst would purportedly make your assailant flop on the ground like a fish out of water. Any burst longer than three seconds would be wasting the batteries. All the while I'm looking at this little device measuring about 5" long, less than 3/4 inch in circumference; pretty cute really and (loaded with two itsy, bitsy triple-A batteries) thinking to myself, 'no possible way!' What happened next is almost beyond description, but I'll do my best.. .? I'm sitting there alone, Gracie looking on with her head cocked to one side as 

to say, 'don't do it dipshit,' reasoning that a one second burst from such a
tiny little ole thing couldn't hurt all that bad. I decided to give myself a one
second burst just for heck of it. I touched the prongs to my naked thigh, pushed the button, and . .

HOLY MOTHER OF GOD . . WEAPONS OF MASS DESTRUCTION . . . WHAT THE HELL!!!

I'm pretty sure Jessie Ventura ran in through the side door, picked me up in the recliner, then body slammed us both on the carpet, over and over and over again. I vaguely recall waking up on my side in the fetal position, with tears in my eyes, body soaking wet, both nipples on fire, testicles nowhere to be found, with my left arm tucked under my body in the oddest position, and tingling in my legs? The cat was making meowing sounds I had never heard before, clinging to a picture frame hanging above the fireplace, obviously in an attempt to avoid getting slammed by my body flopping all over the living room. Note: If you ever feel compelled to 'mug' yourself with a tazer, one note of caution: there is no such thing as a one second burst when you zap yourself! You will not let go of that thing until it is dislodged from your hand by a violent thrashing about on the floor.. A three second burst would be considered conservative?

IT HURT LIKE HELL!!!

A minute or so later (I can't be sure, as time was a relative thing at that
point), I collected my wits (what little I had left), sat up and surveyed the landscape. My bent reading glasses were on the mantel of the fireplace. The recliner was upside down and about 8 feet or so from where it originally was. My triceps, right thigh and both nipples were still twitching. My face felt like it had been shot up with Novocain, and my bottom lip weighed 88 lbs. I had no control over the drooling. Apparently I pooped on myself, but was too numb to know for sure and my sense of smell was gone. I saw a faint smoke cloud above my head which I believe came from my hair. I'm still looking for my nuts and I'm offering a significant reward for their safe return!

P.s... My wife, can't stop laughing about my experience, loved the gift,and now regularly threatens me with it!  If you think education is difficult, try being stupid !!!  

Yep...I cried like a baby too!

"Keep away from people who try to belittle your ambitions. Small people always do that, but the really great make you feel that you, too, can become great."

To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything, and your heart will certainly be wrung and possibly be broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact, you must give your heart to no one, not even to an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements; lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket -- safe, dark, motionless, airless -- it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable.

"An insincere and evil friend is more to be feared than a wild beast; a wild beast may wound your body, but an evil friend will wound your mind."  Buddha

I have always been a firm believer in the phrase "Everything happens for a reason." I very suddenly (and Painfully) moved away from Texas about 5 months ago and am beginning to see some of the reasons God has lead me on this journey. I feel incredibly grateful for everything I have and am experiencing difficulty absorbing the extent of my blessings. I know that my recent revelations are just the tip of the iceberg and now I look forward to my future! As always, God bless everyone and have an amazing week J