DO NOT open your door for Child Protective Services without first knowing your rights!

In light of what happened in Sacramento, Ca. where a 5mo baby boy was taken from his parents because they demanded a second opinion before undergoing a medical procedure, I have posted this list created by a legal firm about ten ways to protect yourself and your children if CPS targets your family. If you have special needs children you are at a much higher risk of this happening by the way!

http://www.news10.net/news/article/243243/2/Parents-global-audience-await-decision-in-Sacramento-custody-case-

Might I say I can't blame these parents since this hospital made SEVERAL medication errors while their son was in the PICU, including wrongfully administering antibiotics on VIRAL pneumonia. This couple had CPS called on them, and their sweet baby removed by FORCE because they wanted a second opinion? If CPS shows up on your doorstep, DO NOT OPEN YOUR DOOR without knowing your rights!!

http://www.bransonlegal.com/Ten_Things.html


 I am a licensed nurse, and after HUNDREDS of hours of research, I am no longer an advocate of 99% of the vaccines out there. This is my RIGHT! I have had so many parents tell me, "Why are you against vaccines, MY children are just fine." Well good for you, and congratulations for falling into the 70-90% who show no outward signs of vaccine damage. Notice I say 'outward' signs. None of us ever questioned vaccines before our children regressed either. I personally find people who question my motives complete idiots. I would die for my kids, in a second, so ANY decision I make regarding their medical well being is because I feel in my heart of hearts that it is best for them.

For the record, the physician who first recommended hand washing to prevent the spread of deadly disease was called a quack.  It was a German physician by the name of Ignaz Semmelweis who observed that by simply rinsing hands in clean water dramatically reduced the instance of infant death. 

http://www.cdc.gov/mmwr/preview/mmwrhtml/rr5116a1.htm 

This was because physicians of this time (1840's) were going from woman to woman, delivering babies and not washing their hands in between.  It was also common practice to perform autopsies on corpses who had died from extremely contagious diseases, and go straight to surgery.  CAN YOU IMAGINE?  These types of practices are completely unimaginable but be assured that the practice of hand washing was only formally implemented in the 1970's.  

I firmly believe that one day, the reality of the damage that vaccines cause will be fully exposed. Until that time these are MY KIDS and God help any government agency that tries to take them away from me just for protecting them!

Comments are moderated so please be respectful.  I have not been posting much, but this is near and dear to my heart. God stay close to these parents, and believing a lot of good will come out of this situation.

Gateway to hell found in Turkey? Wow.

Here's the story as told by Fox News.

http://www.foxnews.com/science/2013/04/01/gate-to-hell-found-in-turkey/?intcmp=trending

I have heard many stories lately about the very real existence of hell.  Definitely NOT a place you
want to live in the here after.  There is a pastor is NJ (I think), Robert McLaughlin of Grace Bible who talks about the very real existence of hell, and in particular a part of hell referred to in the bible as the Abyss.  There is a story in the bible where Jesus drives out demons from a man, and when Jesus asks its name it says 'Legion,' referring to the fact that there were many.  As they are driven out, they plead with Jesus not to send them to the Abyss, but ask instead to be sent into a herd of pigs. 

Not to get to far off track, because this topic can be extremely in-depth.  But I just found it interesting that several pastor teachers have mentioned the biblical location to the entrance of the Abyss to be in around the area of Turkey.

 

Am I the only mother who does this?

Since Anghus has been born I have relished every second with him. Not that I love him any more or less than Aohdan or Ava..it's just different this time around. After Fergus was born I took the typical 12 week maternity leave, and then went back to my job with Toyota and left him with a baby sitter 40-50 hours a week. I didn't give it a second thought. Life was just busy back then, well life is busy now...let's call it a different kind of busy. Then Ainslee came along and, well, life changed. I knew that I mourned the loss of the newborn phase with her, it's just taken me a long time to realize just how MUCH it changed me.

After Ainslee was born I really didn't think we'd have another baby. I just didn't see it happening for me...for us. So when I got pregnant last year I was absolutely elated. And on June 9 we were blessed with the sweetest gift God could ever bless us with. A Healthy baby. Man...I never realized just how much people take for granted having a healthy child. I remember during my pregnancy people would ask me, "So. Do you want a boy or girl?". I always answered, "A healthy baby. Really. I do not care as long as he or she is Healthy.".

When Anghus was delivered, at the very end I experienced a shoulder dystopia..meaning his shoulder got stuck under my pubic bone. That was the longest. 90 seconds. Of. My. Life. During that time I felt taken back to Ainslee's birth for a brief second. But the midwife freed him and laid him on my belly. A healthy baby. And aside from the first 6 weeks or so, he has been an absolute doll! He just is soooo sweet. He smiles all the time, giggles at everything. And just lights up a room. He absolutely turns me to mush. I feel guilty sometimes, because I think, "Am I enjoying him too much?" But how can you enjoy a baby too much right? I guess because sometimes I get wore down dealing with other, more difficult, things that he just calms me.

So on to my neurotic behavior. Sometimes when I hear about sad things, I take ownership of it. For example, I heard about a local mother and her 11 month old baby boy dying in a fatal car accident. I just the grief as if she were a family member. Another time I heard about a mother who was in hospice care and had 3 children at home-the youngest was 5 months. Ahhh..I hear about those things and look into the eyes of my kids and cannot imagine leaving them. I have actually ended up in the shower crying...because that is what I do, I cry in the shower.

Tonight I was giving the baby a bath in the sink, and he was just so cute. He little fingers busily searching the perimeter of the sink for something to chew on while scratching his butt with the other hand. Yes, he is a butt scratcher. Even THAT is cute though! But as I wrapped him up in a towel and dried him off, I just got lost in his innocence. I laid him on the couch and let him have his typical after-bath nakey time, and soaked in his giggles, his smiles, his little baby yells--all of it. Then it hit me again, "Gosh I could not imagine missing out on this," and then of course the thoughts of, "how could someone hurt a child?". And I found myself getting tears-eyed AGAIN. Haha. I have become a softy, and I cry over everything. I often joke that the older I get, the more like my mother I become. But I had a great mom, so if I become like her, I won't complain:-)

So does anyone find themselves looking into the eyes of their child and turning into a big, blubbering pile of mush? Please tell me I'm not the only one.


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I thought I was ‘good’ enough: Part 1

 

I have struggled with where to begin my story.  What would best convey the message I am trying to get across.  A conversation with my mom, back in 2003, keeps coming to mind.  You see, 2003 was a cross roads in my life.  I pretty much hit rock bottom within the span of one month.  I turned 30 that spring, a big milestone for a young woman, and a week later received an email from my longtime love that he wanted to take a break and figure out what he wanted in life.  Which was obviously not me.  A few days after this I was fired from a job I had just started, and the topper?  I overheard my mom talking with her Doctor on the phone one morning.  She did not know I was listening.  She started crying, asking her Doctor questions like, “How much time do I have,” and, “What will my quality of life be like?”  I had just overheard my mom receive a death sentence.  I didn’t even know what to think.  I was in denial really.  She still acted good and went to work, so I did what I always did, I acted like everything was fine.  I was also way too focused on why my boyfriend had broken up with me after so many years.  Granted it was a very odd relationship from the beginning, but all I could see was that my heart was broken.  Between the break-up, losing my job, and finding out my mom was terminal (even though I was in denial) I could not function.  I was not eating.  I would get in my car and just drive, sometimes for hours, and chain smoke and cry.  This is what I did.  I only opened up and talked to a handful of people.  Mostly though, I kept to myself. 

I had always been a pretty small person, maybe 130lbs, but during this time I shrunk down to a tiny 115lbs.  I remember when it really hit me that I was not eating, I went to put on a pair of size 8 jeans, and they literally fell off..and they were buttoned.  I felt like the world was closing in on me.  I felt hopeless.  My mom noticed all of this going on, and she always tried to engage me in conversation, but I was reluctant.  It was the whole trust factor I guess.  Mom had, at times, divulged personal information that I wanted kept private, to her sister, or friends, and I did not like that.  She did not do it to hurt me, she was just talking to her friends like anyone would.  And when she was worried about me, she confided in her friends like I confided in mine.  Even so, I didn’t feel, at that time, I could talk to my mom.

One particular day I arrived home from work and had obviously been crying.  My face was all red and puffy, and I was trying to avoid eye contact with mom while I made myself something to eat.  She knew something had been up with Todd (my ex), and asked if she could do anything.  I once again brushed off her saying I was “fine.”  I knew she was frustrated that I would not talk to her.  At this point it wasn’t just her though, I did not talk to anyone about it.  We continued to talk about other things while I made myself dinner.  Mostly surfacy conversation.  Then mom hit me with a bombshell question.  I’m not sure why she chose that moment to ask me.  But she made sure I was looking her in the eyes and she asked me, “Honey, if you were to die today, do you feel confident that you would go to heaven?”  I thought for a moment, and then answered the same way I have heard so many others answer.  “Yes,” I replied.  “How do you know?” Mom asked.  (Here it comes)  “Because I am a good person,” I said. 

Mom shook her head slightly at my response.  You see, mom had begun going back to church after she was diagnosed with cancer 9 years prior, and I felt at times, that she was a bit self-righteous.  And what I mean by that, is I felt that she was all-of-the-sudden an authority on religion.  (And by the way, I have come to loathe the term ‘religious.’)  I mean I liked church, but I just had not found a church that I felt comfortable with.  Whenever mom, or anyone, asked where I went to church I always had the same response, “I’m still looking for a church home.”  In truth I had developed a very bad taste in my mouth over the years about Christians.  Most of the ones I had met seemed holier than thou, or the Pastors always seemed to be asking for money.  I mean, I considered myself a Christian, but didn’t feel I needed to go to church to prove it.  So back to mom, she was shaking her head slightly at my answer.  It made me angry.  I remember I made a lame attempt at justifying why I was good enough. It would be several more years before I realized the absurdity of my response.

Later that night I finally broke down and told mom what had happened with Todd.  I told her everything.  She had seemed so tired lately. I felt in my gut that she was sick and would not be around much longer.  I confided everything to her that night-all of it.  Including the fact that I had recently found out Todd was gay, and had broken up with me to move in with his boyfriend.  I sat there in front of her and cried and cried.  She tried her best to comfort me, but there was no comfort to be found.  Finally she said to me, “I know of someone you can talk to, he’s a friend of mine.  He’s one of the pastors at our church.”  Immediately I felt myself stiffen up.  Mom sensed it too.  “I promise he won’t ‘preach’ to you. He’ll just listen and offer advice.”  So I called her friend and, just as she said, he was more than happy to talk to me. 

I met him at his church office. I felt a bit weird at first.  I walked in and the smell of ‘church’ immediately hit my nose.  You know the smell right?  I’ve always thought churches have a certain ‘smell’ to them, just like a hospital, or Doctor office.  (Getting off track) So I met mom’s pastor friend and recognized him immediately from my childhood.  His knowledge of my family and past immediately put me at ease, and next thing I knew I was spilling the entire story of how Todd and I had been together (on and off) since I was 17, and how betrayed I felt that he was now gay.  I explained to him that I felt I had wasted a decade of my life and that everything I had known was a complete lie.  He was so easy to talk to, and we talked for easily 2 hours.  After all of this, he asked me a similar question as mom had asked me.  Not word for word, but basically asked about my faith.  I told him I felt I was a good person and had tried my whole life thus far, to be honest and help people.  I explained to him that I had grown up in the church and loved God, etc, etc, etc. 

He smiled an understanding smile, and his shiny, blue eyes seemed to stare right through me.  He then slowly, carefully, began to explain the path to Heaven.  He explained that Jesus is the Way, the Truth, and the Life, and that NO ONE comes to the God the Father except through Him.  I cannot remember his words, or the way he explained what Jesus did for all of us.  What I DO remember is feeling this incredible peace.  He asked me if I wanted to receive the gift of salvation that Jesus had for me.  I just nodded my head, “Yes.”  He then led me through the sweetest prayer.  Afterwards I felt I had released a huge weight from my shoulders.  I left my mom’s church that day and drove to meet my dad for coffee.  I felt as if I was floating on air.  I wanted to share the experience with someone, but wasn’t sure who would listen without thinking I was a ‘Jesus freak.’  A demeaning description, but one that I had unfortunately used to describe church-goers myself.  I also remember distinctly Not sharing the news with my mom, and I am sure she would have loved to have heard it from me instead of her pastor friend.  I can’t explain why I felt embarrassed to tell her I had been born-again, it was just one of those weird things about my personality that I cannot explain.  I am comforted knowing that her pastor friend shared the news with her, and that she died knowing her daughter’s salvation was secure.

I will write more later, but I want to end on this note.  Some may think that the day I handed my life over to Jesus, that everything was automatically better.  It Was in many ways, but I also still had many, many struggles ahead of me.  And many, many days of trying to do it my way instead of God’s way. 

Stay tuned for Part 2

Galatians 5:22-23

But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness, self-control; against such things there is no law.

This scripture has really been on my heart as of late.  Especially the last one...self-control.  I am FAR  from perfect.  Not even close actually. The good book says, out of the mouth flows the condition of the heart...or something like that.  If that's the case, my heart is in really bad shape.  If you're a praying person, I could use some extra.  I feel I am at a cross roads in life.  Do not misconstrue, I am SO blessed in so many ways. I just want to live a life that will make others proud, make others feel good about me and themselves, make God proud.  I want to sort out my thoughts before I write more so that I don't sound scattered, which I fear I already do.

Good night everyone.

God Bless,  Vicki

Thinking some major changes are in store

So I've been doing some deep thinking lately. I know, scary right? But in all seriousness, I've always believed myself to be a 10%-er. What I'm referring to is the rule of 10%. I'm going to use the best example I can think of... in the car business we used to talk about how 10% of the sales consultants make 90% of the commissions. This is true by the way. It basically refers to human nature. And it even plays a part in Capitalism...we'll go into that another day. But in the automotive business, when you referred to someone as a 10%-er, it was a big compliment. Basically it says that you don't follow the grain, you don't do what everyone else does. I used to be that way...guess I still am to some degree.

I used to always purposely stay away from anything that 'everyone else is doing' because...admittedly...I have an addictive personality. I tend to get hooked on things quickly, which is probably why I always stayed away from the hard-core recreational drugs, alcohol, etc. I experimented to some degree, but...you get the point.

What it boils down to is this. I have become addicted to Facebook and other forms of technology. I never thought I would say that. It has become like my newspaper. I wake up in the morning and [usually] the first thing I do is check my Facebook page to see what my friends are up to. Now, some may say that is no big deal. For me it is. I don't like it that when I have Any kind of down time imam on Facebook. I never used to have a problem just sitting in a doctors office and waiting. Now I sit there and play on my phone. I don't like that I have become that 'dependent' on it. So.....I am thinking I need a break. I have felt for a long time now, that I need to write and blog. And my sick addiction to Facebook and Yahoo are interfering. So it is time to take a break for awhile. I will not be gone forever, but with my dear husbands help, I'm thinking I may limit my use to tagging my blog posts and checking on my friends once a once or so.

I plan to write a separate, much more detailed, post about the evils of Facebook, but again, that's for another day.

It's funny, I actually feel kind of anxious about 'leaving' Facebook, like I'm going to miss out on something. Which is precisely why I need to leave. Im going to ponder on this for a day or two, and then make a move. Wish me luck on this, and I will miss all of you!

I hope you will continue to follow me on our blog:-)

Blessings,

Vicki



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Secession and other stuff

It is interesting that following Obama's re-election that wall street fell 300 points (I believe that was the number) and 20 states filed a petition to withdrawl from the United States.

http://m.yahoo.com/w/legobpengine/news/blogs/lookout/secission-petitions-filed-20-states-190210006.html?orig_host_hdr=news.yahoo.com&.intl=US&.lang=en-US