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Ch. 5 What’s in a Name

“I am glad you are home. I missed you Connie,” Scott supported his wife’s arm as she stepped out of his truck

“I’m glad to be home,” Constance responded with a slight cringe. She forced her body to relax, but in her mind she silently told her husband to “Stop calling me Connie! I hate that nickname!”

“I will get you a drink. Lay down and rest while I make Lily something to eat,” Scott stated as he kissed her on the head. Then patted Lily on her head as he walked toward the kitchen, then turned to give them one more smile.

“Why can’t it be like this?” Constance asked faintly as she helped Lily set up her tv tray. If Scott could be that caring man all the time then life would be simple. She could feel loved and safe. But she knew that it was only a matter of time. Scott’s gentleman act would disappear with the next sip of whiskey. If he was not a drunk then maybe they could live happily ever after, but as she listened to Scott pour himself a drink she knew her living nightmare had to end.

Scott had talked her into moving to the small town he grew up in so she and Lily would be surrounded by family and friends, but turned out to be an isolated prison. That is when she learned that he had not told her the truth about his life or family. He was very well known in the small town. To them he was a perfect family man who gave his wife everything she wanted. They lived a little outside of town, so when he did have fits of rage then he would not be heard by neighbors. He had total control over her. She was not on the back account so she couldn’t just go into town and get money and escape. She tried once with some very scary consequences.

“Do you think you can just take my money and leave?” Scott spit out with venom as he yanked Constance out of the car but then pinned her body between the frame and the car door. As he pressed , Constance could not move as the edge of the door felt like it would slice her in half. She could feel her cheekbone being crushed as she tried to fight with one arm to get Scott to release the pressure, but her strength was no match to his. When he finally released the door, Constance fell to the ground. The earth seemed to spin, as she tried to stand; dizziness overtook and she reached her hands out just trying to gain her balance. She could hear Lily crying in the background as Scott yelled “Shut Up” then the sound of him smacking her resounded in her ears.

“Look what you made me do,” Scott grabbed Constance’s hair and dragged her toward the house, “You won’t need to drive anymore either,” he seethed as he grabbed a pipe and proceeded to break every window of her car. All she could do was hold Lilywho was sobbing and watch her only sense of freedom be torn apart. It was later in the week when the pain would not go away that Scott took her to the hospital to fix her fractured cheekbone. She didn’t open her mouth when asked about her face, but allowed Scott to talk for her. Her spirit seemed to die that day.

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SB 48 would require instruction in social sciences to also include a study of the role and contributions of Native Americans, African Americans, Mexican Americans, Asian Americans, Pacific Islanders, European Americans, lesbian, gay, bisexual, and transgender Americans, persons with disabilities, and other ethnic and cultural groups, to the development of California and the United States.

The LA Times makes a good point, “The bill, SB 48, adds to an overly long list of requirements, some more reasonable than others, that have been pressed upon the state’s textbooks over the years. Minority groups, the elderly and the disabled must be represented proportionally and never portrayed in a bad light. People in poor countries aren’t supposed to be shown as poor, lest they be stereotyped, and information on AIDS in Africa must not reflect negatively on the continent. So poor people aren’t poor and the elderly are physically fit and financially sound, according to the textbooks – and we complain that students are poorly educated.”

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So we arrive to give to toy drive with Chet Buchannon from 98.5 local radio station who stays in tent camping like conditions for twelve days to raise toys and gift cards for locals in need of just one gift this Christmas. His catch phrases includes “a bike in a box fills truck” and “feel the tingle” which means you feel the need to give.

This radio station makes a huge difference in the lives of kids no matter race, education, ethnicity, or religious basis. Wouldn’t each season be so simple instead of fighting, but go back to our founding fathers and remember that the religion did not guide their decisions, but the Savior they wanted to serve. Our Constitution reflects the idealism of the Ten Commandments. Read them and explain why you don’t believe in them? Our laws reflect them. The essence of our hearts wanting to give to others is the epitome of innate humanity given by whom? Some may not want to admit, but what draws us together? Each person has to answer that question:

Ch. 4 Bake Sale

“Hi Helen.” Pastor Marc greeted her with a warm smile and brief hug.

“Good morning pastor,” Helen briefly hugged back, but made Delores giggle as she rolled her eyes. Delores knew and so did the pastor that she did not much care for him at all.

Helen felt he was too young to be so cynical. He made it very clear that he did not believe that she had premonitions about the future. Not in a sense of predicting the future, but she would feel a person’s pain and as she prayed she could see faceless figures or dark shadows. That was until her little girl who overwhelmed her thoughts and prayers with wide eyed vividness. [Read the rest of this entry...]

In one word: Breathtaking! This is not like any Cirque du Soleil show, but integrates incredibly MJ style choreography in each of the dance routines. Hearing Micheal share his journey as a person that reflected in his music brought me to tears at times.  In this show, the wonder of childhood is expressed through pictures, his voice, and the performers on stage. It is incredible that a two hour performance could encompass the King of Pop’s life, but it does! The stage is constantly in motion so there is little time to take your eyes off the stage. The vibrant techno colors and the intricacy of costumes just adds to the mouth dropping stunts. Even harder to explain is how this show goes from light-hardheartedness where the audience is laughing to a couple minutes later all are quiet from being deeply moved by Micheal Jackson’s words. Such a memorable experience, so if you get the opportunity; it is worth seeing this show when it comes to your town. The title is perfect because it was a thrilling immortal kind of night.

DDF

On the 1^st day of Christmas my true love gave to me one barf bag in my bathroom.

On the 2^nd day of Christmas my true love gave to me 2 bud lights ,and a barf bag in my bathroom.

On the 3^rd day of Christmas my true love gave to me 3 Sauvigon Blanc, 2 bud lights, and a barf bag in my bathroom.

On the 4^th day of Christmas my true love gave to me 4 drinks with Vodaka, 3 Sauvigon Blanc, 2 bud lights and a barf bag in my bathroom.

On the 5^th day of Christmas my true love gave to me 5 Goldschlager shots, 4 drinks with Vodaka, 3 Sauvigon Blanc, 2 bud lights. and a barf bag in my bathroom.

On the 6^th day of Christmas my true love gave to me 6 drinks with Grey Goose, 5 Goldschlager shots, 4 drinks with Vodaka, 3 Sauvigon Blanc, 2 bud lights. and a barf bag in my bathroom.

On the 7^th day of Christmas my true love gave to me 7 drinks with Cognac, 6 drinks with Grey Goose, 5 Goldschlager shots, 4 drinks with Vodaka, 3 Sauvigon Blanc, 2 bud lights. and a barf bag in my bathroom.

On the 8^th day of Christmas my true love gave to me 8 drinks with Kahlua, 7 drinks with Cognac, 6 drinks with Grey Goose, 5 Goldschlager shots, 4 drinks with Vodaka, 3 Sauvigon Blanc, 2 bud lights. and a barf bag in my bathroom.

On the 9^th day of Christmas my true love gave to me, 9 shots of Tequila, 8 drinks with Kahlua, 7 drinks with Cognac, 6 drinks with Grey Goose, 5 Goldschlager shots, 4 drinks with Vodaka, 3 Sauvigon Blanc, 2 bud lights. and a barf bag in my bathroom.

On the 10^th day of Christmas my true love gave to me, 10 Gentleman Jacks, 9 shots of Tequila, 8 drinks with Kahlua, 7 drinks with Cognac, 6 drinks with Grey Goose, 5 Goldschlager shots, 4 drinks with Vodaka, 3 Sauvigon Blanc, 2 bud lights. and a barf bag in my bathroom.

On the 11^th day of Christmas my true love gave to me, 11 tokes of Hookah, 10 Gentleman Jacks, 9 shots of Tequila, 8 drinks with Kahlua, 7 drinks with Cognac, 6 drinks with Grey Goose, 5 Goldschlager shots, 4 drinks with Vodaka, 3 Sauvigon Blanc, 2 bud lights. and a barf bag in my bathroom.

On the 12^th day of Christmas my true love prayed for me, cause with all these drinks, I am not really me.