Thursday, October 8, 2009

Nowadays

So, it’s almost two A.M. and I am awake (I just woke up and couldn’t go back to sleep a few minutes ago). I’ve decided to write a little something on here about what’s been going on lately, since I seem to abandoned every sense of my writing self in the last several months.
Senior practicum has been filled with placing, maintaining, and discontinuing every type of tube imaginable in a patient; my experience thus far has been very positive, and I have a good time with my preceptor and the other nurses on the floor. Matter of fact, this is by far the most fun I’ve had in nursing during this entire year! That’s probably because my preceptor (Danny) is so hilarious without ever seeming upset or judgmental about anything.
Otherwise, I hopefully get the truck back tomorrow from the shop it went to after the head-on collision. I’m excited to have it back, not so excited to be driving it around town though; I feel like a paranoid driver now, not comfortable with other drivers on the road. It’s weird, because the accident itself wasn’t traumatizing; the effect is traumatizing, where now I try to never have to change lanes or I’ll double back in order to avoid thinking too quickly on the road, or how I seem to hate turning left anymore or can’t stop thinking about other people turning left in front of me. It doesn’t make me a better driver, that’s for sure; it just makes me paranoid. I wonder how to get rid of that feeling….

Wednesday, August 12, 2009

New Pictures

I posted a few new pictures at the bottom of the blog....

Monday, July 20, 2009

Missin' You


Morning glow of the un-risen sun
Sounds in the whir of white plastic blades
Empty beside me, nothing to say.
Bleak of the walls stares down to my face.
Too long without you, the time doesn’t pass
Thoughts of the games and the days that we have.
Love you as always, miss your little smiles
Want to hear my little man’s talk and see the funny way he walks.
I hope you know I love you all the same
In every little, quirky old way.

Brushing

The sound of brushing, faintly heard
Surrounding silence invites the peace.
Some walls straight, some walls blind, leave a trail of whitened wood
Times for reflections here are stirred.

Wednesday, July 15, 2009

Car's Fixed!

Our car is fixed! I think that it was just being a little slow deciding to finally take the plunge toward proper functioning. I changed the spark plugs, cleaned the throttle body, cleaned the fuel system, changed the brakes, and replaced the spark plugs again (they’d given me the wrong type). And now it finally works properly! So that is good news.
I am plugging along in this mundane year of nursing school. Every day brings with it a renewed sense of complete classroom boredom, but in roughly 20 weeks I will be finished with my classes and receiving my BSN degree. I can hardly wait!
Stephanie, Braeden and I haven’t been on very many adventures lately, unless you include seeing an enormous rat snake over by the Platte River. Stephanie and Braed are flying to Utah this week; I’m staying here because of school and I’m working part-time mowing lawns and helping take care of rental properties. Yesterday I mowed a couple of lawns, and my hands feel like they’ve been shaken half to death from the several hours I spent pushing a lawnmower over grass that needed some serious chopping.
Anyway, that’s my boring blog entry. I figured I should at least put something in here, since it’s been so long!

Monday, June 8, 2009

A Few Reflections

Last night, I was working in the ED of The Children’s Hospital. We had a number of trauma patients, all of them of Hispanic ethnicity and many of them in pretty serious condition. I stood by their bedsides, using stacks of gauze and liters of saline solutions as I irrigated and cleaned the crusted and caked blood that covered the children, victims of irresponsible driving, dangerous animals, or simple accident. I don’t know how to say this…..there is just something special about being able to help families and individuals in trouble.

I am at peace with my chosen career. School is sometimes filled with busywork, nurses can be the biggest backbiters, and hours can be long and hard, but somehow I feel a certain sense of satisfaction about the fact that as a nurse I will always have the opportunity to learn a little more patience, a little more calmness, and a little more empathy.

Yesterday was the fifth clinical day in a row, making a grand total of 80 hours of clinical rotations and classroom time throughout last week. It’s made me pretty tired, and I suppose that in my fatigue I feel a lot older than I am. There is a song playing quietly in the background of my computer, sung by Trace Adkins called “Then They Do.” It makes me think of how quickly the time goes.

Enjoy the moments, everyone. It’s all about enjoying the journey. This week, if you see a pretty view when you’re driving somewhere, why not stop and enjoy it for a few moments? Take a look at the beautiful creations around you, give a smile to somebody who may not be smiling himself. We’ll always miss the things we took for granted, but we’ll never take for granted the moments we do not miss. I love you all! I miss you, Mom and Dad. Rachel, Emily, Daniel, Blake, you are the best siblings a man could ever have. Stephanie, you’re the reason I love life so much; Braeden, you are the reason I treasure life so much!

Saturday, May 23, 2009

Time Warp, Ankle Anger, and Boulder Dreams

This week I got a little ahead of myself….on Wednesday, I thought it was Thursday. Thursday then seemed to be Friday, and Friday was Saturday. I was about to finish preparing my lesson for church the next day when Stephanie informed me that it was only FRIDAY, not Saturday, and I was utterly confused. I’d gone three whole days without knowing what day it was! But that was okay, since I ended up feeling like the recipient of some sort of Time Bonus, getting an entire extra day in the week to do whatever it is that I do.

That’s what happens when all of my friends are in clinical and I’m just chillin’ at home, still unable to walk on my cursed right foot without pretty bad pain. My patience is gone, but I’m still trying to provide my ankle with a bit of a rest so that the swelling subsides from my severe ankle sprain. Last night I woke up all in a sweat, worried out of my mind that my ankle wasn’t going to heal properly and my USAF plans, Regis course completions, and general activities would be drastically affected. I obviously did some serious damage to the ankle vasculature (probably due to the fact that I was so far away when I sprained it, resulting in a long time period between the incident and being able to rest, ice, compress, and elevate my ankle. Made for a heck of a lot more swelling), so I’ve still got pitting edema and a very swollen ankle even 10 days later. Luckily, no fractures, and the doctor thinks everything is at least partially intact. My question is this, though….tendons attach muscles to bone, right? And ligaments attach bones to bones, which means that by testing my ability to evert, invert, dorsiflex and plantar-flex my foot the doctor was actually only testing my tendons, not my ligaments. So now what happens? I suppose I wait another week and see if this swelling gets better and allows me to walk more easily. If not, I’m demanding an MRI and I’m getting a new doctor.

Okay, so after an hour of laying awake, I finally convinced my brain to allow for a bit of REM sleep. I ended up having a dream that in a ridiculous attempt to celebrate the signing of the Declaration of Independence, I hauled a ginormous boulder up a mountain in our little Rav4 (this was definitely a dream, since the car practically rolls backward just trying to ascend small hills). Well, for some reason I left the car out of gear….next thing I knew, I was watching our most important possession careen down a cobblestone road (yes, it was cobblestone) and off the edge of a precipice. After the boulder smashed everything of the car’s interior, the engine suddenly erupted in a fiery explosion of gasoline, oil, and compressed pressure, and all I could think was “My cell phone!”

Moral of the story: don’t celebrate July 4th by hauling boulders up a mountain in your car. Rolling ‘em down the mountainside is over-rated. And cell phones are the devil.

Tuesday, May 19, 2009

Laaazy-butt

So, this week has been terribly exciting for me. My friend (his name is Right Foot) managed to try to get himself killed on some ridiculous sidewalk, leaving me on crutches for a while and some amazingly colorful bruises painted around my ankle and toes. Right Foot looks like he belongs to a blotchy-purple Shrek now, or maybe Barney, because he’s been quite swollen for a few days now.

Let’s see, now, what else has happened this week…..I found out this morning that I seem to have lost any ability of making finite movements with my left foot. You see, today was the first time I’ve been able to drive our stickshift (his name is Maxim Omar, a Toyota Rav4), and since Right Foot is still quite sore from his fight with the cement I decided to try braking with my left foot. That idea ended as soon as I realized that our car doesn’t have anti-lock brakes (you wouldn’t believe how suddenly I can stop the car if I use my left foot. There’s nothing in between a stop and a go, no “slowing down.”).

Well, Stephanie went to enjoy helping Braeden get his shots….hopefully she won’t realize that I wrote this while she was gone, since I promised to be studying dutifully throughout the afternoon. In reality, I just didn’t want Braeden to associate the pain of his injections with his father. Let’s face it: Moms have innumerable opportunities to make up to their children for putting them through so much misery. I didn’t bring him to get his shots because I wanted to preserve a budding relationship, it had nothing to do with being a lazy-butt.

Speaking of being a lazy-butt, I had a patient once who was as deaf as a post. His wife was deaf, too, and I would go through heck trying to communicate with those two. Anyway, every time I entered his room he would see my name-tag and in a drawling, extremely loud voice he told me “Ben? My son-in-law’s name is Ben. He’s a laaaazy-butt!” If you can imagine how many times I entered his room throughout the day (at least 20 times a day), then you’ll be able to figure out how many times I got to hear about his lazy-butt son-in-law. Also, he would tell me that his driveway was made of 8-inches of thick concrete. Yeah, I’m not sure he got out much….

Tuesday, May 12, 2009

Monster Squirrels

So, we now have a little cucumber and tomato plant (well, actually that would be two plants….I’m not sure they sell the hybrid version) growing in our old laundry bucket out back. I still need to poke holes in the bottom to prevent root rot, but I’m having trouble convincing myself that it is acceptable to destroy the water-holding capacity of such a nice, faithful bucket; it has served me and my car on many an occasion. Ahh, the sadness to see it go! It’s like neutering your dog….you know he’ll still be your dog, but some things may never be the same!

I read on an extremely good website (ehow.com) that tomatoes need 6-8 hours of sunlight per day to maintain optimal growth, and I think that I must be a distant relative of the tomato plant. I mean, I actually think that I need closer to 10 hours of sunlight per day to maintain optimal-ness, but unfortunately I spend most of my time squeezed into a desk, trying to prevent the uncomfortable feeling of having the circulation in my legs cut off right above the knee for hours at a time. If I die of a blood clot, it was because whoever designed the seats at Regis University must have grown up attending a school that drove him insane with its terrible seating. This designer is now sitting in a LaZ-Boy somewhere, heaving great guffaws about how miserable he has made the lives of thousands of over-studied, over-charged, and over-SAT students at Regis. I hope his LaZ-Boy makes him morbidly obese and that he dies of complications related to GERD (I have GERD).

Anyway, I’m watching the sunrise and this monster squirrel is climbing the fencepost outside of our house. Colorado does not grow normal squirrels; these are mutant killer squirrels. I am constantly being startled by their violent jabbering on campus, and I swear the other day one JUMPED at me from his tree! They’re like those rabbits in Monte Python, you know the ones that are huge and end up eating the knights and killing them by biting their jugular veins? These squirrels are going to do the same thing. Where are all of the predatory animals when you need them? HELLO, WE HAVE A SQUIRREL PROBLEM!

So, in lieu of something constructive, I leave you to ponder the meaning of life, especially since we know that at any moment the squirrels could unite, attack, and leave us gasping for air as our jugular veins bleed. In the end, we’ll be lying on our backs in an acorn-chip-strewn field, staring up as the evil squirrels gather ‘round and gaze their monstrous faces into our eyes.

P.S. Don’t come to Colorado. Run for your lives.

Thursday, May 7, 2009

Skylights

Not too long ago, I was driving into the mountain roads north-west of Denver. It was a beautiful day, the sun was shining and the temperature was—well, perfect. And, of course, I was in the perfect mood….especially after jamming down to the Eli Young band singing “Always the Love Songs” in my little Rav4.
A lot of days have been like that one over the past couple of months; I find myself sitting at home or riding my road bike, all the while experiencing some sort of emotional high while I gulp in the sensations of watching Braeden throw a blanket over his face to “hide” and then throwing it down to his tummy with an enormous, mouth-open-wide grin on his face, or observing a heron’s body slowly raise itself straight up and down to slow its flight before breaking the smooth surface of Clear Creek.
Today was interesting, probably because a man working on our roof accidentally fell through our bathroom ceiling. Yes, that’s what I said. I was taking a nap with Braeden when Stephanie came in the room and told me that she had just watched a man’s leg smash straight through our bathroom ceiling, releasing a veritable deluge of moldy-looking insulation, pain chips, and sheetrock all over the bathroom and into the hallway. They eventually cleaned up most of the mess, and I drilled a big piece of pressboard to the ceiling to seal our new skylight against any overly-interesting roof critters.
I’m working on my application to join the United States Air Force. I am so excited! I figure this type of opportunity only comes when you’re young, so I’m going for it with all I’ve got. I’ve been running and biking every day for the last week or so, preparing for the medical exam for which I’ve got to lose three or four pounds to meet the qualifications. I’ve got huge blisters on both feet from a bad arch in my shoes, but they’ll go away eventually.
Any other interesting things going on around here...nope

Monday, May 4, 2009

Break's Up

Glenwood, Utah sits in a tiny valley surrounded by low mountains that rise quickly to cut into the blue sky with their brown ridges. Beyond those hills is a massive giant known as Cove Mountain, and last Tuesday it loomed particularly large while I trudged along a dirt trail leading to the Glenwood Fish Hatchery. Cove Mountain seemed to taunt my instincts as I walked, and I contemplated the possibility of someday climbing to its peak. As I continued, I decided that the opportunity probably wouldn’t come again for several years. I had an apple, an orange, and a liter of water in my black German medic shoulder bag, which seemed to be sufficient as long as I made it to the snow line where I could melt some snow for water.
The first thing to fail was the shirt on my back. It is a black, long-sleeved sports shirt that wicks away the sweat and is made for temperatures of below 60 degrees Farenheit. Today was much warmer than that, probably closer to 80 degrees, so I stowed my shirt and decided to hurry so that I didn’t get too sunburned as I went up the mountain.
Four hours later, I stared at the enormous expanse of southern-Utah valleys, encased on the opposite side by cliffs painted red and yellow by thousands of nature’s years. I hadn’t reached the summit, but if I didn’t turn back soon then I was sure that my good friend Dehydration would eventually catch up to me. I jogged back to the house and this hike turned out to be the best and only hike I have done so far this year….
On another note, my last day of “break” was spent in a rather “creatively planned” clinical (meaning the hospital couldn’t give us enough hours) that involved babysitting developmentally disabled children for 9 hours. It was a growing experience, but I did manage to get half of my head literally drenched in saliva from one of the participants….I can’t block the memory of the shirt-staining drool oozing down the left side of my head and onto my ear.
Back to school, now!

Tuesday, March 10, 2009

My Dysfunctional Life Pattern

So, every morning I get up really early. I go into the bathroom to take a shower, and out of pure habit and a decreased mental state I usually turn on the water and immediately pull the “converter” to make the water shoot out of the showerhead. The problem is that I usually still have my head bent over the bathtub, so I get completely doused with freezing water and end up sputtering and gasping for air as I try to escape the icy deluge. It’s quite the accidental wake-up technique, and I know that normal people would learn to pull back before switching the water track but I seem to be immune to such normal behaviors. It happens to me about three times a week, and I don’t see myself getting any more intelligenter in the future.
I decided two days ago that life was not worth living in a constant state of mental anguish caused by my nursing instructors. I took an exam yesterday, and for the first time this entire year I turned in my finished copy without first discussing with her the various “mistakes” on the test (sometimes I think she rode the short bus as a child). Kudos to myself for trying to not always be anal, right?
Anyway, life is going well since I decided that some classes just aren’t worth the stress. I’ve been spending more time with Steph and Braeden, who are quite the characters. Braeden and I went exploring the other day around the house, hunting for buried treasure. He held my little LED road bike flashlight, I carried the “gun,” map, and a protective paintball mask while we searched the downstairs. Stephanie kept getting on our cases because she was trying to cook in the pitch-black (Braeden and I wouldn’t let her turn on the lights; that wouldn’t have felt very realistic), but we were more than happy to help her see with the use of our flashlight. For some reason, though, Braeden liked to have the flashlight on “disco mode,” and the spinning illumination finally drove Steph batty and she essentially told us that if we didn’t stop then she just might have to sell us to the garbage-man. Lucky for us, though, we had just found our buried treasure; it was remarkably similar to the green fishing net I have in the closet. What a weird coincidence, huh?
That’s my dysfunctional life pattern, and I’m stickin’ to it.

Friday, February 20, 2009

Ten reasons why I love my wife:

Ten reasons why I love my wife:
1. She can find anything around the house (I lose everything)
2. She threatens me on an hourly basis
3. She recounts every dream she has in the morning
4. She is obsessed with Diet Dr. Pepper but refrains from buying it very much
5. She gossips to 3-month old Braeden, usually beginning with “Braeden, there’s something you need to know about your dad….”
6. She listens to middle-school teenage girl music (as far as I can tell, that phase doesn’t end for most girls until they turn 26, after which they still listen to it because it is nostalgic for them)
7. She doesn’t text on dates. She just calls people
8. She reads my blog and makes comments
9. She loves holidays and is constantly trying to get me to join her festivities
10. She has racy chats with me on instant messenger (did I just tell people that??)

In short, she’s wonderful. I love coming home to her every day; the longer we’re married, the more I love being with her. Unless she is trying to give me purple nurples; I keep telling her that she’s going to cause me to get breast cancer, and that will be very embarrassing.

Tuesday, February 17, 2009

My Alternate Lifestyle

I recently decided that the plural form of “fox” must be “foxen.” That sounds right, so don’t try to dissuade me. I have seen many foxen over the last few days, usually on my frigid, romantic sunrise walks by myself each morning. Stephanie has abandoned me for a week, hopefully not because she feels that our chemistry has turned to toxic waste. Lol. Just kidding, she went to visit her other family in Utah. I’m supposed to be getting a lot of schoolwork done while she’s gone, but in reality I am just eating a lot of ice cream and bananas. They’re good, by the way.
I am, once again, changing my life plan. Nursing is too dominated by women. I have instead decided to become an international spy. This way I can get rich, retire early, and still be incredibly cool while applying my nursing techniques to the people around me who seem to frequently take bullets, but not the same types of silver bullets that nurses use. I have hereby decided to be a spy. I wonder if they offer that major at Regis University….guess I’ll have to check it out. I’ll just work on being cool and calm in the meantime.
Anyway, don’t worry about me when my identity suddenly changes and nobody can find me. Just know that I’m daringly walking to death’s door each day in my new career. Matter of fact, just act like nothing’s happened; it’s what I do.
The End.

Saturday, February 14, 2009

Backdrop's Blind

It’s there, it’s somewhere inside this head of mine. I just can’t tear it out without ripping out the roots. I’ve always got so much to say, but I’m never able to just dump my soul’s contents on the table like that; it always has to be basted in some sort of situational sauce that keeps me comfortable. That’s one reason why I like to write these stupid poems. They get it off my chest, they’re crammed with my own personal expression and meaning that only I can know. It’s like a parable that’s never really meant to be understood except by the producer.

Background’s tinkle, backdrop’s blind
Overcast sighs and tears in your eyes
Gist of a chronicle too young to be told
Furrows too thin, but lines are yet old.
Perhaps time appreciates a modest disruption
Ardor’s incentive to finish its junction.

Thursday, February 12, 2009

Please Don't Be a Hater

For the record, the previous post was completely a joke and I really am planning something special for Stephanie, and I have very much enjoyed Valentine's Day since I've been married. I do admit that I'm a Scrooge in some areas, but anyone who knows me also knows that I can be very romantic and considerate at least one day per year (Valentine's Day). Yes. Please don't be a hater. Stephanie, I love you!

Valentines and Veracity

Ok, so my brother recently began a blog filled with his inconsistent memories (he claims them to be authentic because he was so anal-retentive that he kept a journal EVERY DAY since he was like four or something). Well, to be fair I decided that I should write a couple of events myself, though my memory isn't quite as intact as it once was (I think Ecuadorian ameobas ate my brain cells for lunch while I was taking illegal siestas on the mission). However, I am not going to write one today just because I have a test in the morning and I need to study. Plus my wife is talking to me from the bathroom and I can't focus.
So, tomorrow is National Single Awareness Day. I remember a time when I would scramble for a date on this holiday. Okay, tomorrow isn't, but my wife has designated as our “Valentine's Day” because she is abandoning me for a week to visit her folks. I keep telling her that she should ask her sisters to be her valentines; I mean, she's going to be with them after all. Anyway, I have planned something extremely special for us to do and have an amazing gift for Stephanie, because Valentine's Day is a very important holiday and I consider it to be an important predictor of our eternal relationship's success.
All joking aside (was I joking??), if there is anybody out there with a particular suggestion in the next twelve hours of what we should do for Valentine's Day, please comment on this blog. Actually, I don't really think anybody reads my blog, because nobody ever comments, but that's probably due to the fact that my discussions are either way too soap-boxy (which I think scares people away) or they are just poems that are completely incoherent to the average person (actually, more like to every person except for me. I think they are wonderful, but then again the other day I was holding a conversation with an extremely long arm-hair of mine that I had named Alexander; Stephanie eventually ripped him apart).
Ok, this blog is done but I just wanted to insist that I love Valentine's Day. Nothing quite beats spending money on pink paper and giving caffeine-laced chocolate to your wife. Gotta admit though, I just about have the dry heaves when I walk through the purple-plastered candy aisle in Wal-Mart. Kudos to St. Valentine, the saint of love (but haven't Catholics historically believed that the highest form of reverence is through celibacy? What did this Valentine person know about love?).

Saturday, February 7, 2009

Panorama Incomplete

Cold-pricked ridge, jagged shards of bluff
Back across the boulder rough.
Immeasurable lights draft development's design
Distance muffles civilization's whine.
Nature's oblivion crushes the grip of inclination
Invisible tremors quaver my affection.
Camera's tremors cloud combination's clarity
Hazed ring of fire encircles my feet.
Person intact, panorama incomplete.

Sunday, January 18, 2009

You Can Always Make It to the Top

Recently I've started biking with a group of true, hard-core road cyclists who are taking me to my limits every Thursday and Saturday. Yesterday it was a 40-mile bike ride, culminating with an 8-mile mountain climb to the top of a peak overlooking the entire Denver area and a good part of the Rockies.
We had made the climb on Thursday as well, and since I was sore from that trip I wasn't sure if I would be able to make it. I mentioned it to my buddy Sam, and he said something that could probably be applied to a lot of situations: “You can always make it to the top.” Well, I did it, and I'll do it again this week, because it's all about heart. We've got the strength, we've got the guts to make it to the top; we've just got to believe it. When our last little bit of energy is spent, we turn around and realize that we've got tons of energy stored up for that very moment, that all we have to do is let ourselves dig it up. The only way to find your limits is to push yourself so far that you realize that you set your own. That's why we get up every day and study. That's why we keep doing whatever necessary to live our lives and become better people. That's why Jesus Christ showed us he had no limits, because he wants us to realize that our limits are in our minds, that we have no idea how great we could become .

Friday, January 16, 2009

Annoyed

So, today I spent a long time on the phone with a woman who works for the Department of Human Services in Colorado. Let's spell the situation out for you: I am taking 20 credit hours per semester in nursing school, and cannot work. Stephanie is at home, currently looking for a part-time job in which she could continue to care for Braeden, two months old. We have no income. Health insurance costs about $350 per month for our family for plans with a $2,000 deductible, which means that we are currently underinsured or not insured at all.
I disagree with our current health care system. I think it is a robbery. I wish everybody had quality health care, and that there was no such thing as health insurance to cover the costs of healthcare, that it was just another business. Instead, it is a business that robs insurance companies blind, who in turn rob their clients blind, who finally have to turn to government for aid in programs that are robbing everyone in the United States and putting our country in insurmountable debt.
Well, starting in January of next year we'll be paying for our own healthcare, one way or another, once I graduate from school. For the next twelve months, we are applying for Braeden to be covered with Medicaid so that he can continue to receive healthcare. We will also spend the rest of our lives paying at least 6% toward FICA and “Social Security” to fund the welfare and Medicaid programs.
The phone conversation was very indicative of how our government works: apparently, federal loans intended to pay for tuition costs qualify as “income.” Now, I'm positive that if I could somehow speak with the right person (someone who speaks English and has been in the country for more than 2 years), I would be able to help him see that those loans are different than income. If a person went and applied for food stamps, and the worker asked if they had any credit cards and received an affirmative answer, then the worker is most likely not going to say “Well, then! Just use those for food! Why are you applying for food stamps if you have credit cards?”. That is basically what I'm getting from the social worker, because I have the option of receiving all the loans that my little heart could possibly wish for, regardless of the fact that if I actually did so then I would be paying 50% of my paycheck for ten years after graduation.
You see, this is the entire of having government pushed into every part of our system; while there are benefits, like receiving healthcare for a child (well, not that we qualified, but you get my meaning) when unemployed, we have to be okay with the fact that whatever moron on shift that day is running our lives. Let's face it; if the government hadn't guaranteed student loans to everyone, it would be virtually impossible for colleges to be charging so much tuition because none of the students could afford it, which means that I wouldn't be in the situation of not being able to live without some sort of loan, which apparently disqualify me from receiving the same aid I have been paying for over the course of the past ten years (yes, everyone pays FICA and SS; nobody is exempt except for our upcoming treasurer, according to his track record).
Yes, I'm in a somewhat terrible mood about this. Fine. We'll play the game. We'll suffer the loss in origination fees, but we'll pay back our loans that were originally meant for tuition in two months. But next year, I'm going to learn so much about the loopholes of paying taxes that the government is going to be grappling thin air in an attempt to bury us. Thanks, social worker, for helping me see the light; now, go fetch.

Saturday, January 10, 2009



Hello, world! Braeden has recently taken to flipping himself over at will, from his stomach to his back. Good job Braeden!

Friday, January 9, 2009

Ah, Fort Arvada it is!

Ok, so it's been a really long time since I've written on here, mostly because of the hectic moving atmosphere and adjusting to a new place in my life. Right now, I'm listening to a wonderful song by Faith Hill (yes I'm a nerd), and appreciating how much art is involved in song-writing. Speaking of song-writing, we somehow acquired a copy of David Archuleta's new CD, and I was dismally disappointed. The songs aren't him. They're obviously written by someone else, most of them have virtually no meaning whatsoever, and I think it is a disgusting waste of his incredible talent. What good is it to have the best voice in the world if you're not expressing yourself when you sing? I mean, seriously, a meaningful song performed by a nine-year-old is better than an empty deluge of pre-teen fantasies.
Ok, off my little rant. Things are great here in Fort Arvada, right next to Fort Denver (I've decided to prefix every Colorado location with the word “fort”). I made a bet with Steph yesterday that I'd beat her to the next city on my road bike, but was robbed the victory by a ludicrously busy hill the size of Mount Timpanogas that forced me to the dirt roadside. I was riding over 40 miles per hour going down the other side, which should tell you at least something about how bit this hill was. Nevertheless, it put me behind schedule and I made the 12 mile bike ride in more time than it took my wife to drive through traffic. Rats.
I took a walk the day before, nearly taking a swing at a man who startled me so bad I thought I was going to faint from the change in blood pressure. You see, I was trolling along with Braeden in the ATV (meaning his $140 stroller) and this guy comes jogging up beside me, under a bridge, wearing dark clothing and a black hood over his head. This is Denver, guys, and the graffiti combined with my normally jumpy self contributed to the scare that pushed its way out of my chest in the form of an Indian yelp. I actually think I may have startled the jogger as much as vice versa.
Last item: once upon a time, there was a place in Tennessee named Lafayette. Unfortunately, the residents there were fifth-generation folks whose ancestors never spoke French in the first place, so the name had somehow become twisted to be “La-FAY-et,” as in “That woman, La Fay is her name, et it!” If one ever attempted to pronounce the city's name correctly, any nearby loyal, law-abiding citizens would immediately jump on the correct-the-stranger wagon, and thus the city is not known by its original pronunciation.
End of the story is that Arvada is pronounced with the “a” as in “add.” Thus, arvAda is our new home, bright and beautiful. I washed and waxed our car three days ago and it snowed today. Thanks, weather-man, I'm going to egg your house tomorrow. Merry New Year, everyone!

Tuesday, December 23, 2008

A couple of poems....

Here are a few poems that I thought I'd post. I figure poems are supposed to be interpreted differently by everyone, which is why poetry is so fun to read, and these ones make perfect sense to me when I think back on the topic I was writing about. Merry Christmas!

Sunflower's path: for Steph

A sunflower's path across the sky
Warmth of a smile and my heart feels high
Every day a new beginning
Every night the same bright feeling
You're my ray that leads my life
Thank you for being such a wonderful wife.

Father's Self-expression

Descriptions of beauty unimaginable pass my eyes
Their images melt into my mind
Conjure up pieces of puzzles never solved
How can I speak for a sunset?
When does a word depict a song?
Life seems to come in so many forms
Breath only represents a portion
Weaved into eternity are endless creations
Myriad hosts cry hallelujah to His throne.

Swirling Links

Swirling links climb toward the sky
Every one a separate length of steel
Nets strung empty across an open space of green, now white
My soul searches a way into another sight
Barricades will cease with the slow sunrise
Yet here I remain, fingers entwined and eyes toward the ice.

ODE TO PHILOSOPHY 201

Rivers of knowledge, oceans of pain
Lakes in a nation of men gone insane
Drops of a torrent flow quickly past
Ears still their ringing at last.
The tower is empty, the bell has been lost
A rope hangs limp, never used.

Concepts retained in a pool of cement
Nothing lurks living below
Perhaps I should trace my steps to the door
And on my way I should go.

Thursday, December 18, 2008

Stepping Aside....

Millions below, tiny and slow
Myriad lights flicker and die into the night
Invisible glow of life fills the void below the sky
Texture of droning voices never reaches the summit
Thoughts slumber and rest from a weary climb.
Farther, yet closer somehow
Darker, but so much brighter
My soul stands in the cold air and warms from a distance.

Mission Recollections

I served my mission in Quito, Ecuador during the years of 2004, 2005, and 2006. I can vividly recall arriving to the city; it was midnight, and the dark view from my airplane window was suddenly transformed into a dazzling scene of lights as we came around a mountain. Roads wound up and down the steep Andes mountains, illuminated on both sides by street lamps. The airport consisted of a small building, a dirt parking lot, and numerous angry-looking women who checked our passports.
We rode to the Assistants' house in the back of a pickup truck, passing a crowd of overdressed policemen as they held a band of criminals hostage in a ruined parking lot. After climbing to the apartment, we slept until morning when we were awakened by loud wheezing, tires screeching, and unending noise from below the apartment. I looked out of the window to find out what had happened; I was greeted by an enormous billboard of a semi-nude woman. The sounds were coming from the street far below us, where I could see stick-shift buses lurching along (that was the wheezing noise). They were packed to the brim, with people hanging out of the doors, laying on dashboards, and clinging even to the roofs of the buses. I could hardly believe the traffic, and it appeared as though there were absolutely no road rules whatsoever.
My first day was spent with two other missionaries. In order to board the bus, we had to run alongside and pull ourselves up as the driver did not want to stop. I had a hard time walking to the back because the driver apparently had no idea how to change gears smoothly, but I finally dropped into an empty seat next to a small, brown Ecuadorian. He was fairly nice, and in my broken Spanish I explained to him who we were and offered to send the missionaries to his home. He accepted, and I had him write his address on a slip of paper before I handed him his first Book of Mormon.
One of the two missionaries who were with me explained how I should descend from the bus. Since the drivers don't stop completely, one must jump facing the direction of movement in order to keep his balance. We left the bus, and I was astonished at the area. Tall, irregular, dirty stone buildings lined the steep mountain streets, and most homes were accessible only by stairs winding in and out between the structures. The three of us climbed about 400 stairs before we even reached the road we needed, and at 12,000 feet elevation I was having some serious trouble getting my breath.
My very first discussion took place in the destroyed foundation of a home, where we taught a 13 year-old boy about baptism. The only spectators were three or four filthy hogs who were rummaging about in piles of trash. The boy wanted to be baptized, so we set a baptism date.
We taught a lot of people that afternoon, and a few things in particular stood out to me. One was the absolute abject poverty that infiltrated every living corner, evidenced by the bare apartments, huts dug into the hillsides, and filthy cobblestone streets. Another was how everyone either knew the missionaries or stared at us like they were seeing ghosts. Almost everyone we taught was female, and it appeared to me that all of the men were either at work or stone-drunk.
It was truly another world for me, four hours away from my home and a century apart. Cathedrals dotted each neighborhood, and tiny shrines dedicated to local “Virgins” were the only well-kept structures in sight. Ecuadorians are mostly Catholic, though their Catholicism has been heavily influenced by age-old native traditions. Often we would be interrupted by the blaring horns of numerous completely untrained musicians as they marched through the streets, carrying on their shoulders a statue of the local virgin while priests dressed as gorillas, monsters, or other creatures danced drunken in front of the crowd. Virgins are not viewed just as intercessors to God by the Ecuadorian people; instead, the statues are actually believed to be the source of all types of blessings. Though idol worship is taught as sinful in the churches, most of the teaching never translates to understanding or actions. Bible study is not encouraged, and in many ways is discouraged by the priests and Catholic leaders. There is a system of inequalities, and the Catholic church rules many neighborhoods. Though it is the center of every community, the church plays no active part in the rearing of children; commandments are taught as guidelines, and most Ecuadorians are very unfamiliar with their church's doctrine even though they attend Mass on a regular basis. However, in spite of the many obstacles which people face as they learn about a new religion that requires active participation, learning, and service the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints, along with other Christian religions, is quickly gaining ground in Ecuador.
My first area is one which I hope to never forget. Rightly called La Loma de Puengasi (“The Hill of Puengasi”), it climbed the side of one of the largest mountains in the city of Quito. In order to walk the three miles to our house, we had to traverse the countryside by using trails and dirt roads that turned to four inches of mud every time it poured, which was every day. One evening, it was very dark as we trudged through the rain, mud, and cold air on our way to where we lived. We decided to take a slight detour to find a contact before going on, and we ended up finding a tiny two-room cement house that seemed to be built in the middle of a muddy pond. It was the Calderon family, and they invited us in. Everything was white, except for the tile floor due to the massive amounts of mud and water that my companion and I had tracked in. The father was handicapped by a twisted, gnarled arm that seemed to be glued to his side, and worked earning seventy-five dollars a month as a security guard. The mother sported a shawl to offset the bitter cold of their home. They had jet-black skin, except for the baby (youngest of three) whose color was slightly lighter than the rest. I can still vividly remember that first lesson; my companion was glancing around the room between making eye contact, and in his humble way earnestly shared his testimony of the prophet Joseph Smith. I was sitting in a child's chair, barely twelve inches off the ground, and the children sat on bags of rice. We taught them the gospel, and they began to make serious changes in their lives. They were, after many months, baptized as members of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, and to see them united as a family was a touching experience for me.
Though there were occasional clashes between our doctrine and the doctrine of other religions, as missionaries we concerned ourselves with building upon the faith that people already had acquired through following their respective religions. For example, the “Testigos de Jeovah” (Jehovah's Witnesses) believed in keeping their bodies healthy; we taught the same thing, and expanded upon it. The evangelists believed in studying the Bible; we encouraged them to apply the teachings of the Bible and search for modern revelation. The Catholics believed that their church was established just after the time of Christ; we taught that the Church of Jesus Christ has been in existence for eternity. Muslims believed in temple worship; we taught them of ancient ordinances performed in consecrated temples that can seal a family together for all time. Atheists believed that God didn't exist because there was suffering in the world; we taught them the purpose of suffering is to be able to experience true joy. Baptists believed in the grace of God to save them, and we taught them how to qualify for that saving grace. We took their gifts of the Spirit and provided the celestial instruction manuals which were lacking, so to speak.
Our religion did not differ so much from others; it only added a new dimension, a new understanding to what they already believed, while clarifying certain points which had been contaminated by the opinions and false teachings of men. Religion is a key factor in the lives of Ecuadorians, which made it both easy to find investigators and sometimes difficult to convince them of the need for anything more.
The final moments of my service in Ecuador were some of the greatest eye-opening ones for me regarding the myriad lessons learned during my two-year sojourn. Perhaps one of the greatest of those moments occurred the day before I was to fly back to the United States. I was in a place called Santa Anita, Ambato, about a mile or so from the bus stop and into the countryside. My companion and the Chango family were seated around a table in a very, very poor neighborhood. The entire family, complete with their cousins, uncles, and aunts had been baptized at different times throughout the previous six months, and Ismael was probably the one who had changed the most. Having been an abusive, alcoholic father and husband, he slowly made changes until he was to be one of the strongest of all the new converts I had taught. At that moment, he stood up and sang to me a farewell, Mas Cerca, Dios, de Ti, (“Closer my god, to thee”). Though his voice was untrained and the melody unrecognizable, the words touched my heart. He was, truly, closer to his God, and in the dusty room I could almost palpate the feeling of love that had entered the home. This was true religion.

Thursday, December 11, 2008

Denver

I can't wait to move to Denver; I love exploring new places, and Denver is like a veritable maze. Come to think of it, I never imagined that I'd live in Denver when I was growing up, but the prospect seems very inviting to me now. I'll be glad to move away from Utah, as much as I have enjoyed my time here. BYU has been a huge growing experience for me, and I've learned a lot, but some lessons just can't be applied until circumstances are drastically changed.
My wife is pretty nervous about it, but she'll do great. A man in her home ward once said, "There is no growth in your comfort zone, and no comfort in your growth zone." I think that is a fairly true statement; the only way to overcome our fears is by doing whatever it is that we fear.
Anyway, I just thought I'd put in a comment or two of how glad I am that our family can go through such a big change. I think that a lot of times our greatest blessings are from the experiences we dread the most (which means that Steph's in for a big blessing, and I'll be along for the ride), unless of course we don't let them turn into blessings.

Sunday, December 7, 2008

Changing, dads, and other stuff

Ok, so I've really been thinking a lot this weekend about lots of crazy different things, and I decided that it would be fun to work in wellness programs for big corporations and insurance companies. I would develop programs that would involve a whole lot of people at the same time doing very simple things to live healthier lives, like exercise a little each day or eat more carbohydrates and vegetables instead of fats, or smoke less than 1 cigarette per day. It would be a lot of fun for me, and it is something I could do on the side while I am also a nurse!
I don't think I have enough fun anymore. I am excited to move just so that we can get a chance to change our lives a little bit; right now, our idea of a date is either going out to eat or watching a movie. Since the difficulty pregnancy began, I don't think we've used our imaginations much in deciding what to do for fun or for dates, though we have taken a few sight-seeing trips that were pretty cool (like to Temple Square to see the lights). Anyway, we're going to try to do more fun things in Denver as a family, like creative games and hikes and fishing and playing basketball and scrapbooking and building stuff.
My last day at work is this Saturday, and I am extremely glad to be leaving. I've been there for about 22 months now, and C.N.A. work can be pretty intense sometimes, though I do like working with patients. Being a nursing assistant has taught me, more than anything, that we are living in a mostly conflict society which doesn't pay according to what we accomplish or how much we contribute, but instead what our hierarchal position is that we maintain. I mean, as assistants we determine probably 90% of the quality of life for our patients, yet we get paid literally less than half of what an RN there gets paid, and our job is much more difficult, dirty, and important to the patient than the medications. I'm not complaining about it, I am just stating that it is something that, if I am ever in management, am going to try to fix. Sometimes we don't give the most important jobs the credit we should, just because it's not prestigious. For example, what would we do without dedicated mothers? Yet we don't give them a lot of prestige (nobody boasts nowadays that they are stay-at-home moms; half of them feel like they need to justify it to whoever they are talking to). Instead, we look at the men and say “He's a firefighter” or whatever it is and somehow he has a more prestigious title than a stay-at-home mom who takes good care of her kids.
My parents live pretty far away from everything, up in Pennsylvania. They just bought a house, though, on Lake Wawanoka in Missouri. It is the same house where my mom grew up. I've no idea what their current plans are with regard to retirement, selling their current home, etc. but I hope I get to see more of them in the next several years. I haven't had much of an opportunity to spend time with my dad, or even speak with him on the phone, since before my mission to Ecuador. I know what he is like as a dad, but I often wish we lived closer together so that we could be good friends as well. Of all my friends, I can't think of anyone I would rather hang out with than my dad. He's always been incredibly supportive of my development, and never seems to make a quick judgment about something. He's not perfect, of course; he could have been a little taller so that I would have gotten some tall genes in me, but for now I'll forgive him for that. Ha ha! Anyway, I hope we get to do the things that I wish I'd done more with him when we were younger, like go hiking, camping, canoeing, sightseeing, working on stuff, etc. We did that sort of thing pretty often, don't get me wrong; it's just been too long since just the two of us did it. I think that the last time I really had a lot of alone time with my dad is when we built our garage at Stamps Road. My siblings helped, but I always felt like Dad kind of relied more on me to help him that year than the other kids, and I really treasure those times we spent together building the walls and stuff.
I hope I don't get so caught up in work and life that I forget that my kids aren't going to remember much of the stuff I did for them; instead, they're going to remember the stuff I did with them. The same goes for my marriage. I am really excited that we're not going to have cable tv when we move to Denver, because I have such a hard time turning the tv off and using my imagination to find something to do with my family. Steph seems perfectly able to tune the tv out and do whatever she wants while its on, but it seems to be physically impossible for me not to get absorbed into whatever is blinking on the screen. Not having cable tv will help me immensely to spend more time playing with Braeden and Stephanie during next year. There are so many other things we can do!
I once heard a talk by the late, beloved President James E. Faust called “Do Something.” He spoke on how our society is changing, and we are not looking to entertain ourselves anymore. Instead, we are looking to be entertained. How often are we willing and able to listen to music and praise the accomplishments of others, while not trying to make our own music? We watch sports on television, but we won't go play them ourselves with either our family or our friends.....then he gave the punch line. “Fresh water runs on, but still water becomes stagnant.” We have to always be changing, always be interacting with our environment instead of being acted upon.
This is a long, long post, but I've just been thinking about this stuff over the course of this week. I am going to be writing more blogs from now on, hopefully, and they're just going to be about whatever random thing I'm thinking about or doing that day.

Friday, December 5, 2008

Fammmmilleeee

Hi everybody (meaning my wife), just checking in to say that Braeden is one heck of a good aim when it comes to peeing and pooping on his mommy. I think she feels special that Braeden would try so hard to squirt her in the face, and she's doing a pretty darn good job of taking care of this kid of ours. He's a good baby, and we have a lot of fun hanging out with him....I love having a normal family now, with a wife who loves me and a little boy who seems very curious about the most random things (our lamp definitely taking the top of the list).
Braeden likes to laugh in his sleep, and it is the greatest thing to hear. Sometimes I forget how incredibly blessed my family has been so far in this life, and I need to realize how fortunate we are. We were able to rent an apartment in Denver this morning, which is a great relief to us. Hopefully, we'll be able to afford to buy an apartment in a few months (it would save us thousands upon thousands of dollars over the next few years) in Denver.
Anyway, I just wanted to put up a post about how cool my wife is. She works pretty darn hard, and never neglects taking care of Braeden, keeping things clean, working on our relationship, and just helping me out in everything. It sounds like I keep her chained in the kitchen or something, but really Steph doesn't seem to mind too much filling those roles. I am excited for finals to end soon, so I can help her out a little more than I do!

Sunday, November 30, 2008

Blurred




Tones now past, lines erased
Home seems far away.
Another time, another place
A different way to celebrate.
Relationships fade, friendships cool
Experience never stays.
What's before my eyes is as sharp as can be,
And everything else is blurred.

Sunday, November 23, 2008

Class Boredom

I was sitting in class, trying to avoid the effects of the bio-degrading boredom of the lecture, when I decided to write a little poem. It was especially funny because, just as I was ending it, my buddy leaned over to me and said “I am so bored I think I'm gonna die.” Here it is:


Drone of voices rumbles past
Air from vents, their quiet blast
A laptop's warmth annoys my legs
The clock ticks slow, ignores my beg.
I entered class with a tiny dread
Boredom seeps from the hairs of my head
If it ever ends, then I'll be glad
But this moment goes down as very bad.
Three more weeks, twenty-one days
Ten more quizzes, a couple of essays
Maybe I'll make it, maybe I won't;
At any rate, this semester's a joke.

Monday, November 17, 2008

From Monday, November 10th

Ahh, the feeling of not having to wait any more for this baby is very relieving. It's similar to waiting for a mission call; everything gets on hold, nobody has anything else to talk about except for the “when” questions, and half of your friends think you've already left (or already had the baby) and it ruins the real surprise. Saturday morning found my wife in labor, so I called around a bit until someone volunteered to come replace me at work.
Stephanie was dilated to 5 centimeters when we arrived at the hospital; that was enough to make us cheer after all of our previous hospital experiences. We were in Timpanogas Regional Hospital, a nice little place that is clean and filled with nurses and techs eager to help in any way they can. We'd visited the hospital two or three days before when my brother's wife went into early labor, giving birth to a 10-inch long little girl who lived for 41 minutes before saying goodbye to her parents. It is always interesting to me how life comes and goes, each moment precious in its own right.
Anyway, the labor went pretty quickly; I was impressed by how deftly the nurse anesthetist handled the epidural, but on second thought realized that he's probably done it a few thousand times here in Orem and Provo, places inhabited by over a hundred thousand college students. Stephanie's water didn't want to break, so by the time she was pushing the baby out we were thinking that the amniotic sac might come with it! In a last burst of super-mommy strength, Steph managed to spurt a thick stream of amniotic fluid that went straight into the air and landed four feet away from the bed. Our nurse was really lucky, though, because the stream made a pit-stop on the way toward the opposite wall. She got nailed in the face with it, and spent the next few minutes trying to dry her hair out.
I was feeling pretty guilty by the time (about twenty minutes later) the baby decided to start showing his head. However, I have lots of faith that we will someday, in the heat of the moment, forget how painful and miserable childbirth really is and end up having another baby. Braeden didn't look too much like an alien, and he didn't have any serious facial deformities (that was what I had been worried about), so we were pretty happy. He cried for a while, his lip quivering faster than a hummingbird flapping its wings, and we got to hold him before they gave him a bath.
There weren't any problems with his eating habits because he's a Busey and always tries to bankrupt the local restaurant. He eventually made us think that he'd pooped, but we turned out to be wrong. It was actually some sort of black tar, you know the kind that they use when they put down asphalt.
Anyway, to make a long story short we were pretty exhausted by the end of the day. I went home for a few minutes to shower and eat massive amounts of S'mores before returning to Steph's hospital room. We left the next day.

What a Wicked Wardrobe: 7 Days Old

Saturday, November 8, 2008

Wife Questions

Well, Steph answered the following questions about her husband, so I figured it was only fair if I did the same for her. The only difference is that I made up my own questions; here it goes:

What is your wife's favorite thing to spend money on?
Well, I'd have to say that it's a clash between scrap-booking materials and diet Dr. Pepper.

What was the funniest thing you ever saw her do?
I came home one day to find her laying on the bed, stomach uncovered, letting the unborn baby listen to music through headphones attached to her belly button.

What is your wife's idea of a scary place?
Anywhere males don't shave every day. She locks the car door whenever there's anybody on the sidewalk (even if we're driving 45 mph).

When your wife is sick, who does she most resemble?
Robin Hood in prison.

What is she doing right now?
Laying in her hospital bed, trying to literally throw ice chunks into her mouth.

What is her most common response to your arrival home?
“Wow, honey. It looks like a tornado in here.”

Does your wife always ask you “Can you feel this contraction?” and do you always say yes even though you can't feel a thing?
Yes.

What does your wife act like when she is on her period?
She tries to run over small children with the truck. She also insults little old ladies who are walking along the sidewalk. Oh, and she thinks I'm a meanie. Thank goodness for pregnancy......death to those periods of hers....

What do you most admire in your wife, other than her amazing physical characteristics?
She has an incredible attention span with children. I can hardly stand to play with little kids for five minutes without getting bored, but she can go for hours.

Does your wife keep secrets from you?
Yes. Secret cash stash, secret candy stash, secret present stash, all kinds of secret stashes. And I lie about going to Wendy's to get Frosties.

When did you first feel attracted to your wife?
When I saw her for the first time at a pool party. I'm sorry, but she was incredibly sexy that afternoon, all wet in her swimming suit with the blue water accentuating her blue eyes.

What did your first conversation with your wife entail?
Five of us were in the car, playing the questions game. If you've never played it, it's easy; you ask questions about each other. I asked her what grossed her out the most.

What confuses you the most about your wife?
The fact that, if she is crying, it either means that she's really sad, really happy, really happy, or cutting up onions. She thinks I should be able to tell the difference, but the only one I'm good at is the onions one.

Why did you fall in love with your wife, excluding the obviously amazing physical characteristics?
She was always so incredibly unselfish in our relationship, and always put in more than her part. She also works hard, and has an awesome sense of humor. Plus she let me drive her car on the first date.

If you were in a terrible motorcycle accident that left you without arms, legs, and only minutes to live, what would you tell your wife?
“I promise not to do it again.”

Tuesday, November 4, 2008

America

Well, the deed is done. The election has ended, and Obama supporters are rallied across the nation in celebration. We, on the other hand, are a little sobered by what may be coming in the next several years for our country, but be as it may I am very glad that Americans turned out to vote (last I saw, about 100 million of them had voted). I explained why I cast my ballot for Chuck Baldwin in my previous post, and I hope some of you took the time to read or at least skim it. Good luck, America, may God bless you in these changing and somewhat troubled times.

Casting My Vote

At the beginning of this election campaign, I had no idea for whom I would cast my vote. After reading through the views of the republican and democratic candidates, I was still confused; most of their views were actually very similar, though one opted for more government control than the other. I spent hours reading articles both from conservative and liberal views, trying to figure out which one I really was. I participated in a health care ethics course which ended up addressing many of the controversial topics of today; I was glad to be able to hear so many different viewpoints on topics such as abortion, socialism, economy, patient assisted suicide, personal choice, and religious perspectives. It really opened my eyes about some things, helping me see where my views may be too heavily influenced by my lack of experience.

What I am getting at is I have been trying to figure out a better way for me to shape my views, and after a lot of reflection, personal research, and contemplation I have come to the conclusion that our views are not to be shaped every time a new situation pops up, but rather our views should reflect the principles that we uphold. For example, there is no reason for us to decide whether or not we should gamble if we understand that Satan has always tried to get us to think we can have blessings without the work, or happiness without following good morals. I think that our personal freedoms operate along the same path, and that our God-inspired Constitution provides the principles upon which our country should operate but that our current political situation breeds ignorance of those principles and emphasis on faith in oneself instead of something much greater.

I disagree with McCain and Obama on immigration, education, gun rights (McCain says he supports them, but his history speaks otherwise), part of their views on abortion, their increased spending for a government up to its neck in debt, views on how to resolve the mortgage crisis, improving the economy through temporary solutions, and several others (especially on Obama's side, but we won't go there).

I also disagree with Chuck Baldwin on a few things. Number one, I think that he overestimates the power of the presidential office in bringing about change. Number two, should he be elected (which I know is not going to happen, so don't even start), he would quickly realize that a few of his ideas are simply not feasible (such as eliminating the FDA). However, I believe that the principles that he upholds are correct, and as long as he would continue making decisions based on the principles of the Constitution, this country would be safe.

I read through the entire websites of each candidate for the last time this morning. It saddened me that, on McCain and Obama's extensive websites, I hardly found enough references to the Constitution to be counted on one hand, and even those were simple wording quotes (ie "of the people, by the people, and for the people" ). We are about to elect, whether it is McCain or Obama, a man who is not basing his presidential decisions on the principles founded by the Constitution, but on personal viewpoints. That is not good government, either of a country or of a person. When we elect a president, we should elect a man who is willing to put down his personal pride and say “The Constitution of the United States supports” instead of “I think we should....” We need a man who will uphold principles and not just personal ideals.

Really, this was a hard decision for me to make. Chuck Baldwin obviously has no experience as a politician, cannot possibly win, and this is an important election. If I lived in a swing state, my vote may have been different, but as it stands I am going to support a man who I believe bases his ideas on true principles, which means that although his methods can and would probably change, the effects would be the same of protecting our freedom and helping this nation prosper once again. I made this decision after reading the following passages from Doctrine and Covenants, and I have placed a list of quotes from Baldwin's website at the bottom of this post. I refuse to vote for “The lesser of two evils,” because I refuse to support evil in our government. I am trying to base my voting on principles, and not individual characteristics.




D&C 98:10-14
Therefore, I, the Lord, justify you, and your brethren of my church, in befriending that law which is the constitutional law of the land; and as pertaining to law of man, whatsoever is more or less than this, cometh of evil. I, the Lord God, make you free, therefore ye are free indeed; and the law also maketh you free. Nevertheless, when the wicked rule the people mourn. Wherefore, honest men and wise men should be sought for diligently, and good men and wise men ye should observe to uphold; otherwise whatsoever is less than these cometh of evil. And I give unto you a commandment, that ye shall forsake all evil and cleave unto all good, that ye shall live by every word which proceedeth forth out of the mouth of God. For he will give unto the faithful line upon line, precept upon precept; and I will try you and prove you herewith.

D&C 101:77-80
According to the laws and constitution of the people, which I have suffered to be established, and should be maintained for the rights and protection of all flesh, according to just and holy principles; that every man may act in doctrine and principle pertaining to futurity, according to the moral agency which I have given unto him, that every man may be accountable for his own sins in the day of judgment. Therefore, it is not right that any man should be in bondage one to another. And for this purpose have I established the Constitution of this land.



Chuck Baldwin's Website Excerpts

Education
"The powers not delegated to the United States by the Constitution, nor prohibited by it to the States, are reserved to the States respectively, or to the people."

I wholeheartedly support the unimpeded right of parents to provide for the education of their children in the manner they deem best, including homeschooling or private or religious instruction. My Administration will oppose any and all federal legislation that would interfere with or restrict that liberty.
I support equitable tax relief for families whose children do not attend government schools. "Education" will only start to improve in this country when control of the education of our children is returned to the states, the local communities and, most importantly, to the parents.


2nd Amendment Rights
Richard Henry Lee, a signer of the Declaration, once said, "To preserve liberty, it is essential that the whole body of the people always possess arms, and be taught alike, especially when young, how to use them."
Just as the right to bear arms is necessary in the defense against tyranny, so to is that same right vital for the purpose of self-defense. American citizens use a firearm to defend themselves more than 2.4 million times EVERY YEAR. That is more than 6,500 times EVERY DAY. This means that, each year, firearms are used 60 times more often to protect the lives of honest citizens than to take lives. Furthermore, of the 2.4 million self-defense cases, more than 192,000 are by women defending themselves against sexual assault. And in less than eight percent of those occasions is a shot actually fired. The vast majority of the time (92%), the mere presence of a firearm helps to avert a major crime from occurring. That is what Congressman Roscoe Bartlett (R-MD) concluded after extensive research. According to Rep. Bartlett, the number of defensive uses is four times the number of crimes reported committed with guns.


Healthcare

Government regulation and subsidy constitutes a threat to both the quality and availability of patient-oriented health care and treatment. Hospitals, doctors, and other health care providers should be accountable to patients - not to politicians, insurance bureaucrats, or HMO Administrators.

If the supply of medical care is controlled by the federal government, then officers of that government will determine which demand is satisfied. The result will be the rationing of services, higher costs, poorer results - and the power of life and death transferred from caring physicians to unaccountable political overseers.


Hope

To all Americans who believe:
That each individual is endowed by his Creator with certain unalienable rights; that among these are the rights to life, liberty, property and the pursuit of happiness;
That the freedom to own, use, exchange, control, protect, and freely dispose of property is a natural, necessary and inseparable extension of the individual's unalienable rights;
That the legitimate function of government is to secure these rights through the preservation of domestic tranquility, the maintenance of a strong national defense, and the promotion of equal justice for all;
That left unchecked, it is the nature of government to usurp the liberty of its citizens and eventually become a major violator of the people's rights; and
That, therefore, it is essential to bind government with the chains of the Constitution and carefully divide and jealously limit government powers to those assigned by the consent of the governed...


Immigration
"The time for rhetoric is over. We will seal our borders and ports. I support construction of a fence to secure our borders, but a Baldwin Administration will not wait for the construction of a fence in order to seal and secure our borders. We will utilize whatever force is necessary, including regular military personnel, to effectively secure our borders immediately. It is lunacy to send troops and National Guard half way around the world to protect the borders of Iraq while leaving our own borders wide open.

"Employers in America who knowingly hire illegal aliens are prosecuted to the fullest extent of the law. In plain language: any employer who consciously hires illegal aliens would go to jail. They would not pass Go; they would not collect $200; they would go straight to jail.

"By sealing the borders and by cutting off the money supply to illegal aliens, the problem of illegal immigration would dry up. As it is, we have no idea how many potential terrorists--not to mention violent gang members such as MS-13--have snuck (and are sneaking) through our borders.

"As President, I would enforce our visa rules. This means anyone who overstays their visa or otherwise violates U.S. law is immediately deported. We mean business and only when it is clear that we do mean business will we begin to see respect for our immigration laws.

"There will be no "path to citizenship" given to any illegal alien. That means no amnesty. Not in any shape, manner, or form. I would not allow tax dollars to be used to pay for illegal aliens' education, social services, or medical care. As President, I would end birthright citizenship for illegal aliens. There would be no "anchor babies" during my administration.


Jobs

In order to keep jobs in this country, we need to have a trade policy that works in the best interest of the American people. To this end, I favor a tariff based revenue system, originally implemented by our founding fathers, which was the policy of the United States during most of our nation's history. A tariff on foreign imports, based on the difference between the foreign item's cost of production abroad and the cost of production of a similar item produced in the United States, would be a Constitutional step toward a fair trade policy that would protect American jobs and, at the same time, raise revenue for our national government.



Fourth Amendment: the right of the people to be secure in their persons, houses, papers, and effects against unreasonable searches and seizures

"I oppose any legislation and/or executive order, that deprives the people of their rights secured under the Fourth and Fifth Amendments under the guise of "combating terrorism" or "protecting national security." Examples of such legislation are the National Security Act, the USA PATRIOT Act, and the proposed Domestic Securities Enhancement Act (colloquially known as "Patriot II").

"I will oppose and vigorously support the movement already underway in many state legislatures to repeal the Real ID Act. The national ID card called for in the Real ID Act of 2005 is repressive, invasive, and unconstitutionally violative of the fourth amendment rights of the people. The "Real ID" has been unadvisedly promoted as a deterrent to terrorism and illegal immigration, but would not resolve either of those problems as evidenced by the fact that several of the September 11th hijackers used legitimate driver's license.


Abortion

The pre-born child, whose life begins at fertilization, is a human being created in God's image. The first duty of the law is to prevent the shedding of innocent blood. It is, therefore, the duty of all civil governments, and that certainly includes the office of the President of the United States, to secure and to safeguard the lives of the pre-born. I affirm the God-given legal person hood of all unborn human beings, without exception.

In addition to guaranteeing the legal person hood of the unborn, Ron Paul's Sanctity of Life Act, which I wholeheartedly support, would strip the appellate jurisdiction of the Supreme Court in all cases of abortion in accordance with the U.S. Constitution, Article III, Section 2. This would mean that Roe v. Wade would immediately pass away as any legal authority on this issue.

Sunday, November 2, 2008

Outdoors

It's more than just being outside. It's experiencing the myriad sounds that break a genuine silence. It's learning to interpret a true expression of nature's pristine existence, of quickly catching a swirling leaf before it reaches the ground to persistently continue the circle of life. It's becoming one with myself again, of retrieving hidden memories and valuable morals that have been long forgotten. Being outside is, for me, a way to re-connect with God, myself, and my personal purpose. The most valuable moments are usually the most easily taken for granted, so I make time for them to resurface. Carefully and quietly they communicate their content to me once more, and I return to the city life just as refreshed as I have ever been.

Friday, October 31, 2008

Want more government control on health care?

http://www.worldnetdaily.com/news/article.asp?ARTICLE_ID=15945
Medicare should be scrapped, eventually
Posted: October 16, 2000
1:00 am Eastern

By Jon E. Dougherty
© 2008 WorldNetDaily.com



As the Nov. 7 election nears, senior citizens have been treated to a host of Medicare-funded prescription drug plans offered by the candidates of both major political parties.

I have a better idea. Instead of adding another huge, expensive, inefficient and burdensome layer of bureaucracy to the bloated Medicare program, let's just scrap it instead and begin to teach Americans once more how to be self-sufficient and plan for their own retirement.

Crazy? Politically, perhaps, but that's the problem with Medicare in the first place, isn't it? It's too damned political. As long as it stays that way -- which will be forever -- then the program will remain broken, expensive and inefficient.

Think not? Well, consider that Medicare has been a government-run program from the outset. Through the years, has it become better or worse at delivering on its original promise of unfettered, universal health-care coverage for senior citizens?

I dare say if it was getting better, both major party candidates wouldn't be spending so much time in Florida and elsewhere, trying to explain a new drug benefit package that is simply going to be too expensive on our youth and younger workers in just a few years.

It's free market "cause-and-effect," much like the government's guarantee for student loans. Prices for colleges skyrocketed when politicians began "guaranteeing" loans for college-bound Americans -- as if every American really does "deserve" to go to college or is suited for college.

Speaking of medical care, the "guaranteed payment" principle once applied to hospitals and insurance companies. At one time, patients with any kind of insurance were often admitted to hospitals for dubious and inappropriate conditions. Many didn't require hospitalization, but doctors admitted those patients anyway because they knew insurance companies would simply write a check for the bill. The result? Escalating medical costs and draconian insurance "reform" measures in the mold of problematic HMOs.

Voters should not allow lawmakers to foist yet another burdensome layer of Medicare bureaucracy on our children, grandchildren, and great-grandchildren. They won't be able to afford it.

Granting more "subsidies for initial levels of drug spending will only increase incentives to over-use Medicare benefits and increase the cost of prescription drugs," wrote Tom Miller, director of health policy studies at the Cato Institute, on July 17, in discussing the House Republicans' prescription drug plan.

He's right. Medicare is incapable of being "fixed" as it is. Enlarging it will only make it worse -- and more expensive -- which will eventually cause Uncle Sam to cut it back again, just to "save money." It's a vicious circle, and it's getting us nowhere except further in debt and more reliant on Washington's "generosity." To hell with that.

Medicare was a bad mistake. We can repeat it -- over and over -- or we can scrap a program whose time never came.



Jon E. Dougherty is a Missouri-based writer and the author of "Illegals: The Imminent Threat Posed by Our Unsecured U.S.-Mexico Border."

Tuesday, October 28, 2008

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Saturday, October 25, 2008

Change

November 21st, 2004. I am sitting in a yellow, beat-up Cheverolet-turned-taxicab as it sputters up a giant, treeless mountain. The cobblestones are making the ride wickedly bumpy, and I stare at the huts dug into the side of hills and the dirty, barefoot Indians who walk along the road carrying stacks of vegetation for their animals.
It was another world, a world four hours away and a century apart from my own. Little did I know that, even among so many physical differences, the real differences between my world and that of Ecuador would not be apparent until much, much later as I began to scrutinize and contemplate the relationships I would have with my many Latin companions. My trainer's name was Elder Alvarez, and from the get-go we seemed to clash. I wanted to work, he wanted to sleep. I wanted to study, he wanted to cook. I wanted to be 100% obedient, he wanted to bend the rules a bit. I wanted to teach, he wanted to watch. We had so many arguments that sometimes I even, in my own little mind, accused him of not even wanting to be a missionary.
Eventually, I began to learn a little more about my trainer, and it wasn't until then that I was able to really see him for who he was. It is funny to me now, the fact that I never knew him until I never saw him again; sometimes we don't understand the lessons we've learned until after the experiences are gone. For example, I judged Elder Alvarez too harshly. Though he wasn't as gung-ho as I had been, he was in the process of a mighty change of heart, a change that I refused to see because I was looking too hard. We will never see our children grow if we only compare them to the day before, and that was the problem with Elder Alvarez. My first transfer was also a first for him, as a senior companion. Many of his friends had been excommunicated from the church for rules broken on the mission, and though he had been somewhat involved, there was certainly a change of heart for him to stay on the mission and complete it, even though he was well-known in the mission for deeds committed by his peers.
He was training for the first time. His entire family had been excommunicated from the church, and there was no one waiting for him when he arrived home. Though I didn't see it at the time, now I am amazed at how well he did as my trainer. We weren't perfect, but we worked and studied very hard, and though I judged him harshly he never returned those feelings.
Who am I to say that he didn't have enough faith? Faith is a relative term. For me, perhaps serving a mission was not as great a leap of faith as it had been for him. Faith is improvement, and frankly if our performance is measured that way than Elder Alvarez had me beat, because though his level may have been on a different scale his improvement could hardly be compared to my skimpy advancements.
This is a lesson that has helped me in my marriage. We are all from different backgrounds, and it is not our place to judge. It is our place to love, influence, and learn from each other, and all that is required is steady improvement. As it has been said, the Lord is not looking for flashes of lightning acts of faith that briefly illuminate and then fade; He searches for the candle that is set on a hill, steadily lighting the way for others. If anyone ever feels unequally yoked, they should realize that it is a blessing to be yoked at all. Joseph Smith, with his wonderful wife Emma, was a wonderful example of a righteous, charitable, loving judge of character. Do you really believe that Emma always understood why Joseph had to do what he did, why they had to suffer as they did, and why he had to die as he did? Yet I have never read a word of complaint from his mouth regarding his marriage, never a word of unrighteous judgment, only consistent and loving influence. My wife is that influence on me, and I hope I am that influence on her, and if we can continue to love each other and to clumsily, consistently, and carefully progress on our paths to eternal life, then that will be the greatest satisfaction and success than I could ever dream about.
“And the Lord said unto Samuel, look not on his countenance, nor on the height of his stature; for I have refused him. For the Lord seeth not as man seeth, for man looketh on the outward appearance, but the Lord looketh on the heart.”
This is a gospel of change. Let's work for that change, and not focus too much on the past.

Friday, October 17, 2008

READ THESE ARTICLES

The previously posted three articles I found extremely interesting. Read them (from the bottom up, preferably), discuss them with your spouse, family or friends and make some comments to me about what you think when you read them!

What We Can Do to Prepare for our Economy, by Glenn Beck

For documentation links and other articles, see the following website: http://www.glennbeck.com/content/articles/article/198/16799/?ck=1


Glenn Beck: What Can I Do to Prepare?

October 15, 2008 - 3:00 ET

Guys,

Here is the third letter I promised you. In my earlier letters I've explained "what happened" and "what's coming." Today, I want to answer the questions you've asked regarding "what can I do to prepare myself and my family."
Related Articles:
Glenn Beck: What happened?
Glenn Beck: What's Coming

The focus has to be on 'value' and 'values.' These are the concepts that too many of us have forgotten, celebrities dismissed as old-fashioned or politicians tried to convince us were no longer necessary.

The good news is that our current economic mess is manmade. We did this to ourselves by continuing to elect politicians who sold our country to militant community activists, greedy mortgage brokers and Wall Street types who placed profits above anything else. We were all involved, Republicans, Democrats and Independents. We made this problem by choosing to believe the lie that we could have it all and have it right now. But being manmade means we also have the capacity to solve it.

It is not going to be easy. I believe that the economy is going to get a lot worse. The 'experts' are telling us that we're headed towards at least 10% unemployment and a possible 10 year period of economic stagnation. I fear it could be much worse and so do many of the people that advise me on these matters.

What follows are the things that my family is doing to prepare for substantially tougher economic times.

Your Finances

I'm not a financial expert but even the 'experts' didn't know what our grandparents knew: unnecessary debt is something you have to avoid, it is not a good thing. In our version of the Roaring 20's, the financial elite had lawn parties in the Hamptons where invited guests arrived via helicopter. The parties we had didn't involve helicopters and other excesses but our job as responsible Americans will be to identify our 'helicopters.'

Soon, the Wall Street crowd will turn to the actual economy and the conversation and pressure will change to consumer spending. Remember, YOU are the engine of the US economy. Wall Street NEEDS you to spend. I pray that we hold fast to the 'storm clouds' that are still gathering and ignore the lures and lies that will attempt to hook you back into your old style 'lawn party.' We will continue to spend and consume. We just need to focus on a few out of fashion American values such as thrift, value and moderation.

You know what your family can afford and what it needs. Kids still need to go to college, broken cars still need to be repaired and worn-out appliances still have to be replaced. What needs to change is how we shop. We need to look for value and we MUST live within our means.

How do you know when you're getting something for a good value? Just imagine buying it (whatever it is) in front of dad. Can you imagine telling dad that you 'need' to spend an extra $3,000 so your car can come with that 'must have' automatic self-closing sunroof option? Or paying an extra $650 on a washing machine option so it can connect to the internet? I'm beginning to think that if dad won't spend the money on it, I probably don't need it. Dad is great at spotting value and it's his sense of values that makes him so good at it. I always try to think like my grandfather when I want to buy something, if in my head, he says, "Why, you've got a perfectly good one now," I know I don't need it.

The economy is in for a very rough landing. I think it's more and more probable that we hit a major long-term recession. That's not a reason to panic but if we know what's coming we can start to prepare now.

I don't know who you get your financial advice from (advisor, friend, on your own) but you need to ask these two questions:

First, what caused the current economic crisis?

If you can't answer this question or your financial planner can't give you an easily understandable answer, please get more information or think about replacing your financial planner. You need to know what got us here because that will help you understand what's coming.

Second, how bad will things get?

No one knows what's specifically coming our way but I do know that all possibilities are on the table. Whoever you're getting your financial advice from must be willing to admit that he or she doesn't have all the answers and that we are in relatively unchartered waters. If they don't think that this is a once in a lifetime event and just about anything could happen, move on.

Hyperinflation: Printing Money is Not the Answer

This is the real devil in our 'bailout' packages that seem to be coming every day. The same people that told me that there is no way we could go into a recession, let alone, a depression now tell me Wall Street and our politicians are too smart to create these doomsday conditions.

I don't know about you but I sure haven't been impressed with the Wall Street and Washington genius so far. After all, they weren't smart enough to figure out that 0% down on a 125% loans to individuals that were not required to present ID or a paycheck stubs was trouble.

I do know that if the answer was just to print more money our politicians would have solved this crisis $1.8 trillion dollars ago. But printing more money is not the answer, in fact, it's causing other problems and possibly setting us up for a long-term disaster. Every American must read up on and ponder what I believe is the real possibility of hyperinflation.

This past summer we had a $152 billion stimulus package, followed by a combined $123 billion bailout of AIG, which was followed by another $700 billion bailout bill. As I write this, politicians are promising swift action on yet another stimulus plan and the government has announced a direct injection of $250 billion into several large banks. No problem has ever been solved by just throwing money at it but plenty of problems have been caused by doing just that.

Countries that have tried to spend their way out of an economic crisis have always triggered inflation (i.e. Argentina, Israel and Iran). Hyperinflation is caused when people lose faith in the value of a currency, too much money is printed and there is no corresponding increase in productivity. So instead of printing $50 and $100 bills the government prints $300 and $500 bills but your $500 bill only buys $50 worth of goods. Soon the $500 bill is replaced by a $1000 bill.

One of the best examples of hyperinflation is the Weimar Republic where that government actually printed a one-trillion dollar bill and you still couldn't buy a newspaper with it.

Germany took its first inflationary steps when it decided to fight World War I on borrowed money. It didn't want to raise taxes and there was relatively little in national savings so it borrowed money to build and arm its war machine. Does this sound familiar? It should, it's what we're doing now.

The War which started in 1914 officially ended in 1919 and during that same period of time the prices of goods in Germany doubled. In other words, inflation was running about 20% a year.

Three years later, in 1922, those same goods doubled in price in just 5 months! The process continued to accelerate until menus in cafes had to be re-written throughout the day just to keep up with rising prices. When someone got paid they were met by their spouse who would literally run to spend the money as quickly as possible and no one saved money because the longer you held on to it the less you were able to buy. With no one saving and no countries lending any more money, the government did the only thing it could do, crank up the printing presses and print more money.

The same economic laws that applied to the Weimar Republic apply to America today.

Our government tells us that inflation was recently running at 5.4%. What they don't tell you is that in 1983 government changed the way they measure inflation. If the government used the same inflation measures that it used in 1983 inflation would be running between 10%-12%. Naturally, when the government altered the way it measured inflation it coincidently found that it wouldn't have to pay out as much money in Social Security and other benefits pegged to inflation.

We won't see a true spike in inflation until next fall. It's coming unless the government makes serious changes. If we continue to borrow billions of dollars a day from foreign countries while printing trillions more we are inviting, no begging, for hyperinflation to come and pay us a visit. Please consider this as you decide who to vote for in this upcoming election. Anyone, at any level, running for office who isn't talking about REAL and considerable cuts in government programs and avoiding new spending is either a fool or lying about what's coming.

You can prepare your family for economically tighter times. Our family has been preparing by buying food now that will last us for another 3 to 6 months. I want to be clear: we didn't run out and buy it all at once. Instead, when we went shopping and saw something on sale that we new we would be using in the next 3-6 months we bought a few more than we normally would. We're in the process of doing the same thing with our kids' clothes and shoes. They're growing-up and will need the next size-up in pants, shirts and shoes so Tania and I keep our eyes open for sales and when we see something that's a good value we buy it now knowing that in a year or two our kids will be able to use it and that prices could be substantially higher.

I think this is a good investment and a good way to spend money today that may be worth less tomorrow. Don't run out and liquidate your savings or assets to buy shoes and shirts for the next 10 years, plan and purchase with prudence and moderation.

Guns

You've asked me if you should go out and buy a gun. This is a very personal decision and I struggled for over 2 years trying to make this decision. I never wanted a gun in the house but after discussing it with Tania (and Adam) we decided it was the right decision for our family to have a gun in the home for self-defense.

Before we even thought of buying a gun and bringing it into our home, we spent countless hours at various gun shops asking lots of questions. We also reached out to the NRA (which, as you know, is one of the only organizations that I believe in and belong to) and took several courses in shooting and gun safety. If you're willing to make that kind of commitment then, and only then, can you start to consider whether or not you should purchase a gun.

If you decide to buy make sure you have a home safe that can be easily opened by you and your spouse. Also, when selecting a gun, make sure you ask your dealer for a gun that doesn't take exotic or hard to get ammunition.

The gun laws may DRAMATICALLY change with the election of the next President and a new Congress. Time may be of the essence on this issue so vote with that in mind.

Values

Why are we so different from grandma and grandpa? Remember how they made our clothes? They knitted sweaters and gloves, mended tears and placed patches over holes in our jeans and shirts. What do we do today? We go out and buy our kids clothes that are intentionally faded, frayed or torn. Our grandparents would think we were nuts for doing that.

How many times did we hear, "who left this light on" or "turn off the light when you're not using it." They didn't say this because they were swept up in the latest environmentally friendly fad; they said it because they hated waste. They didn't see themselves as conservationists but at their core they were the first truly 'green' generation.

It's their example that inspired me to re-discover the traditional American family eating plan in our home. This plan applies to mom, dad and all four kids. It's simple: if you don't finish your dinner, it's wrapped and put in the fridge and the next day you have to finish your leftovers.

What a great decision this has been because I'm more careful about what I put on my plate and have already had dinner table discussions with my kids about being grateful for what we've been blessed with and why it's important to avoid wasting food.

Gardening

Tania and I are planning on planting our very first garden next year (yes, I promise to send you pictures to prove it). We've already bought the fertilizer and seeds. In a way this is going to be our modern day Victory Garden our parents and grandparents planted during World War II.

A lot of people think we're planting the garden just for the food and although that's part of it, Tania and I really believe that our family will grow closer by all gardening together. Our hope is that our children will have a greater appreciation for the meals they eat when they experience the work in growing the food they will eat.

We've got so much to learn. I've already learned that there is a difference between heirloom seeds (not genetically modified) and those seeds which have been genetically modified. There are advantages and disadvantages to each type, so familiarize yourself with their respective pluses and minuses. Research what grows well in your area and what you will need to keep your plants healthy and growing.

I do want to share something I learned about seeds. Heirloom seeds are capable of producing viable seeds. So you will always have seeds to plant for the upcoming year. Several genetically modified seeds have 'terminator technology' (that's their phrase, not mine) which will prevent these seeds from reproducing viable seeds.

I'm for reasonable and safe genetically modified seeds and food. They allow people to grow crops where they normally wouldn't be able to and are more robust against disease and predators. Coming-up with all that technology is expensive so these seed producers recoup their costs by limiting the ability to reproduce. You need to have those seeds that are capable of reproducing.

Out of everything I have planned for next year, I can tell you that gardening ranks at the top. It is long term, it brings the family together on a project and it not only teaches my children science but the value of hard work. Does that make me a true sick freak?

Good Books

This is going to sound hokey but we all need to read the Constitution, the Declaration of Independence and the Federalist Papers. We need to go to the original sources, not someone's interpretation of them. Reading these documents will remind us of what our Founding Fathers really intended for us. Their words will inspire us and renew our faith in America.

We need to familiarize ourselves with the founding principles our country and Constitution are built on. We need to better understand the Founding Fathers, what they believed and how they lived their lives.

The books we read should teach us about our heritage. They should inspire us and educate our children. We need books that tell us the greatness of America's past and the promise of her future. We need to read about the mistakes the government has made so we can avoid taking those same paths. The books that I think best capture these principles are:

* The 5000 Year Leap
* The Real George Washington
* The Real Benjamin Franklin
* The Real Thomas Jefferson

Each of these books dramatically demonstrates that America was built on the collective sacrifices of individuals who willingly gave their "lives, fortunes and sacred honor." They remind us that real power rests with "We the People," not Wall Street, Washington or Hollywood.

Also, read books on history that can help you see what may be coming based on our past. The parallels are truly frightening. We are going down the same path by making the same mistakes. These books include:

* The Forgotten Man (on the mistakes of the great depression)
* Woodrow Wilson and the Roots of Modern Liberalism (arguably the world's first fascist leader and one reason why our children are now taught in school that the Founding Fathers and the Constitution are irrelevant)
* Liberal Fascism (reveals the real danger and roots behind the nanny state mentality and what it means to America's future)

Family Time

As a country we've neglected our most important asset and resource: our children. We've become so busy trying to provide the best for 'things' and opportunities for them that we work longer hours, spend more time away from home and too often don't give them the attention they need and deserve. If the economy starts to sink, this situation will get worse.

One of the best things we can do now is to build stronger ties with our spouse and children. Our family gets together once a week for a 'family night.'

This past week Raphe had the lesson, "my favorite animal." I was in charge of the game, everyone had to imitate their favorite animal and Tania baked cupcakes for our snack. It's amazing what miracles have taken place in those short 30 minute 'family night' get-togethers. We may have forgotten this in our 'Roaring 20's' mentality but it remains true: simple things have real and lasting value.

Tania and I also set aside time for just the two of us. We have date nights where just the two of us go out. It's usually nothing fancy. Sometimes we go out for a walk or just window shopping. We've even gone on a 'date' to the grocery store to pick-up some groceries. It's not really what you actually do but the fact that we spend time together. It refreshes me. It brings us together. I love this time.

Finally, just continue to seek out those sources you trust and continue to ponder and think the unthinkable. While these things hopefully don't ever take place, they are certainly possible and unfortunately becoming more probable everyday.

The good news is that there's still time to prepare ourselves and our families. We created this problem and we can solve it but there won't be any shortcuts or an easy way out.

We must vote for those candidates of any party that reflect these values: hard work, self-determination, smaller government, fiscal responsibility and honesty. Look to the character of anyone you chose to support. Their past does matter if they haven't learned from it. Their personal life is as relevant as their public one. We must be able to trust those who will be advising and leading us on what our country must do next.

The problems we face in this country can be traced back to the lack of trust. Our whole system fails if we do not trust it and right now we do not have that trust. In the last 20 years we have lost trust in our presidents, congress and court system. It was lost when politicians argued over the definition of 'is,' the duplicity on our border security, during the OJ trial, by a renegade 9th Circuit Court of Appeals, the 2006 Republican Mark Foley sex scandal and the 2008 Democrat Tim 'more moral future' Mahoney sex scandal and so many other hypocrisies and double-crosses. Our lost of trust was inevitable.

Our political system was not designed around the people in power or really even us. It began with the core belief that we were created and given rights by God. For America to truly fulfill its promise we must restore our faith in the only thing that is solid, unchanging and real: God.

As we find ourselves not trusting our leaders, institutions or even our currency, remember the secret is simple and found as close as your pocket or purse. How appropriate that on the symbol of our present troubles we find the answer: IN GOD WE TRUST.

Only those who are mentally, emotionally, spiritually and temporally prepared will be strong enough to help themselves and others. Many will be fearful if these things come to pass but if you prepare now, fear is the one thing you will not have to worry about. You are not a victim. You are not a survivor. You are a leader. You are an American.

We are all Americans. Let us recommit that, regardless of where we stand politically, we will do the tough things to save our nation because the task at hand requires no less.

The Americans of the past did not look for leadership to come from the politician in the White House for they knew American leadership only came from your house.

Fear not, stay strong and lead the way.

glenn