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Sarah Peterston


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Gender: Female
Status: Single
Age: 43
Sign: Pisces

City: SHREVEPORT
State: Louisiana
Country: US
Signup Date: 10/9/2006

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Saturday, August 23, 2008 
There once was a little boy who had a bad temper. His Father gave
him a bag of nails and told him that every time he lost his temper,
he must hammer a nail into the back of the fence. The first day the
boy had driven 37 nails into the fence. Over the next few weeks, as
he learned to control his anger, the number of nails hammered daily
gradually dwindled down. He discovered it was easier to hold his
temper than to drive those nails into the fence.. Finally the day came
when the boy didn't lose his temper at all. He told his father about it
and the father suggested that the boy now pull out one nail for each
day that he was able to hold his temper. The days passed and the
young boy was finally able to tell his father that all the nails
were gone. The father took his son by the hand and led him to the
fence He said, 'You have done well, my son, but look at the holes in
the fence. The fence will never be the same When you say things in
anger, they leave a scar just like this one. You can put a knife in a man
and draw it out. It won't matter how many times you say I'm
sorry, the wound is still there. '

Saturday, June 28, 2008 

It was such a good story: Teen girls make pregnancy pact.

What?! No!! America's presses didn't exactly screech to a halt, but the media lapped up the story, with reporters descending on tiny Gloucester, Mass., from as far away as Brazil and Poland.

Teens making a pact to get pregnant enjoyed several news cycles not because it was so unbelievable, but because it was, alas, so believable.

And, because it's summer.

And the Democratic primaries are over.

Which is to say, we were due a sensational blockbuster with some sexual sizzle: Teen girls gone wild!

The salacious saga had all the elements we crave in a good yarn. Sex, teens, politics, illegitimacy -- and then some. There was even a homeless sperm donor, presumably seduced by one of the girls in order to join her chums in Labor & Delivery.

Except it wasn't quite true. There are apparently 17 (maybe) pregnant girls in Gloucester High School -- which would be four times the usual pregnancy rate -- but officials now say the pact was post-preggo rather than a conspiracy to become pregnant.

Or was it? As waistlines thicken, so goes the plot.

The original story, broken by Time magazine, was based on comments by the school principal, who said the recent spike in teen pregnancies was the result of a pact among some of the girls. The principal has now been overruled, both by the town's mayor and by the mothers-to-be, some of whom are enjoying a very short date with fame.

Pregnant Lindsey Oliver, 17, who appeared on "Good Morning America" with her baby's father, Andrew Psalidas, 20, said the girls became pregnant by coincidence, after which they agreed to help each other out.

The couple said they hadn't intended to have a child and were simply unlucky. Now, they're just trying to do the right thing. Why all the fuss?

Teenagers getting pregnant is, indeed, less interesting without a conspiracy. How the pact story got started is unclear. The principal is taking a timely vacation and has offered no further comment. Confirming the pregnancies, meanwhile, has proved problematic owing to privacy concerns.

Without the pact, we're merely left with the crude banality of several babies about to be born to children and a few dozen dangling questions unanswered.

Here's one: Where's Dad? Not the "fathers" of these unfortunate pre-borns, but the fathers of these pregnant girls. Where, in other words, is the shotgun?

Back in the day when birth control and abortion weren't readily available to high school kids, fathers were pretty good deterrents to pregnancy. Boys knew they'd have kneecap problems if they got daddy's little girl pregnant. If they were lucky, they'd be married by the morning after.

Girls, meanwhile, were less likely to risk pregnancy because alternatives to motherhood were few, adoption being the most likely.

It wasn't a foolproof system, clearly, but the specter of lifelong consequences, combined with societal and parental disapproval, helped keep the illegitimate birthrate down.

Today, using the term "illegitimate" is more likely to spark disapproval than the activities contributing to the plague of unwed pregnancies. For sure there are far fewer fathers around to give young males The Eye. It is a fair guess, though not possible to confirm at this point, that at least some of Gloucester's pregnant daughters are from fatherless homes.

That guess is founded on sound social science indicating a strong correlation between father absence and a high risk for early sex and unwed pregnancy. Not only do fathers provide the masculine affection so many girls seek elsewhere, but they teach their daughters how to handle male sexual aggression, as well as to understand their own role in stimulating that aggression.

Thus far, there's been little mention of the family dynamic that often foretells the tragedy of children having children. Instead, most of the debate has centered on whether these girls and boys had enough access to sex education and contraceptives.

Other conversations have circled around the influence of movies, such as "Juno," that glamorize teen pregnancy. In the movie, 16-year-old Juno is adorably pregnant and far wiser than the film's adults.

Whatever happened in Gloucester, we know this much. Today's girls and boys daily marinate in a culture that offers little instruction in responsibility and self-control -- or the importance of marriage as antecedent to procreation -- but celebrates single motherhood and encourages sex without strings.

The surprise isn't that 17 girls are pregnant at one high school. The surprise is that there aren't more.

Thursday, May 08, 2008 
> A woman, renewing her driver's license at the County Clerk
's office,
> wa s asked by the woman recorder to state her occupation.
>
> She hesitated, uncertain how to classify herself.
>
> 'What I mean is, ' explained the recorder,
> 'do you have a job or are you just a ...?'
>
> 'Of course I have a job,' snapped the woman.
>
> 'I'm a Mom.'
>
> 'We don't list 'Mom' as an occupation,
> 'housewife' covers it,'
> Said the recorder emphatically.
>
>
> I forgot all about her story until one day I found myself
> in the same situation, this time at our own Town Hall.
> The Clerk was obviously a career woman, poised,
> efficient, and possessed of a high sounding title like,
> 'Official Interrogator' or 'Town Registrar.'
>
> 'What is your occupation?' she probed.
>
> What made me say it? I do not know.
> The words simply popped out.
> 'I'm a Research Associate in the field of
> Child Development and Human Rela tions.'
>
> The clerk paused, ball-point pen frozen in midair and
> looked up as though she had not heard right.
>
> I repeated the title slowly emphasizing the most significant
words.
> Then I stared with wonder as my pronouncement was written,
> in bold, black ink on the official questionnaire.
>
>
>
>
>
> 'Might I ask,' said the clerk with new interest,
> 'just what you do in your field?'
>
> Coolly, without any trace of fluster in my voice,
> I heard myself reply,
> 'I have a continuing program of research,
> (what mother doesn't)
> In the laboratory and in the field,
> (normally I would have said indoors and out).
> I'm working for my Masters, (first the Lord and then the
whole family)
> and already have four credits (all daughters).
> Of course, the job is one of the most demanding in the
humanities,
> (any mother care to disagree?)
> and I often work 14 hours a day, (24 is more like it).
> But the job is more challenging than most run-of-the-mill
careers
> and the rewards are more of a satisfaction rather than just
money.'
>
> There was an increasing note of respect in the clerk's voice
as she
> completed the form, stood up, and personally ushered me to
the door.
>
> As I drove into our driveway, buoyed up by my glamorous new
career,
> I was greeted by my lab assistants -- ages 13, 7, and 3.
> Upstairs I could hear our new experimental model,
> (a 6 month old baby) in the child development program,
> testing out a new vocal pattern.
> I felt I had scored a beat on bureaucracy!
> And I had gone on the official records as someone more
> distinguished and indispensable to mankind than 'just another
Mom.'
> Motherhood!
>
> What a glorious career!
> Especially when there's a title on the door.
>
>
> Does this make grandmothers
> 'Senior Research associates in the field of Child Development
and Human
> Relations'
> And great grandmothers
> 'Executive Senior Research Associates?'
> I think so!!!
> I also think it makes Aunts '
> Associate Research Assistants.'
>
>
>
> Please send this to another Mom,
> Grandmother,
> Aunt,
> And other friends you know.
>
> May your troubles be less,
> Your blessing be more,
> And nothing but happiness come through your door!
> AMEN
>
Saturday, April 12, 2008 
I refuse to eulogize my mother. To do so is to admit that she is gone.



My Mother is not dead...

Eleanor Grace taught me right from wrong. What it means to be a daughter; a wife; a mother.



So long as her lessons live on, through me... She will never die.



My Mother taught me to understand that, certain things are in God's hands.



But, for everything else...

God has given us the gift of choice.



My Mother gave me the tools to fight and endure life's battles.



Whether those battles come from family, friends, or foes...

Every hand I extend in kindness is her hand.



So long as the lessons she taught me, stay with me...

And, so long as she lives on in my heart...

Then, my Mother is never truly dead.



Eleanor Grace Lawrence Roberts Peterston: April 10, 1945 - November 22, 1995.

Sunday, January 20, 2008 

Food

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Shelter

 

Safety

 

Love without boundaries…

 

 

This I have done

 

This I do, today

 

And…

 

This I will always do.

 

Three out of my four children, constantly make me feel like shit.  It's not enough to provide… 

 

I'm sorry that I'm not "Super Sister" , anymore.

 

I have not been able to work outside of the home, for almost 5 years.  

 

Yet, I still make sure that my kids, never do without.

 

Super Sister was a brief period in my life…  She is gone…

 

It hurts, ever so much, when I see my children go astray…

 

Yet, what can I do?

 

Too soon mother;

 

Thief;

 

And a child that no one wants to be around.

 

I see now that I am a failure.

 

Point blank, nothing truly,

 

Left to be said.

Saturday, January 19, 2008 

If thou are a master, be sometimes blind; if a servant, sometimes deaf.
--Thomas Fuller

I am still determined to be cheerful and happy in whatever situation I may be. For I have also learned from experience that the greater part of our happiness or misery depends upon our dispositions and not upon our circumstances.
--Martha Washington

Accomplishing the impossible means only that the boss will add it to your regular duties.
--Doug Larson

Saturday, January 19, 2008 
If I had my life to live over again, I would have
made a rule to read some poetry and listen to
some music at least once a week.
--Unknown

"If you're never scared or embarrassed or hurt, it
means you never take any chances."
--Julia Sorel
Tuesday, January 01, 2008 

How do you break a mothers heart?...

 

Say nothing---

 

--- Don't tell her you're going through trials...

 

Do nothing---

 

---Don't lift a finger in day to day life needs ...---

 

Show nothing---

 

--- Don't give a hot damn when you know her heart is breaking...--

 

How does this break a Mother's heart?...---

 

We know that with time; you've hurt no one but yourself...---

 

--- The sound of a mother's breaking heart? ---

 

--- There is no sound...---

 

She cries in silence.