PARENTING FREEDOM

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    Friday, December 21st, 2012 10:23 am

    Hundreds of hurting people visit here every day, most of whom are searching for comfort after loss. Please reach out for emotional support as you begin the healing process. Be patient with yourself. Allow yourself to grieve. Let it out. May God be with you.

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    "The rod is a metaphor for the Word of God, Jesus Christ."
    Christians in Syria, middle of third century
  • I remember when this song came out in 1985

    | March 1, 2012

    and I never thought it would be still happening 27 years later.

    Click to listen:
    http://www.broadjam.com/player/player.php?play_file=34150_358001

    WHO’LL BE THE NEXT TO GO? ~ Bob Ayala

    We’ve been sleeping much too long, now the night is come
    By the time, we wiped the sleep from our eyes so much damage done
    The number of unborn children slaughtered unknown
    Tell me who’ll be the next to go?

    Now didn’t we learn anything at all from Hitler’s Germany?
    When babies and Jews and them old folks too met eternity
    From abortion to infanticide now wouldn’t you know
    The old folks are next to go
    Oh, don’t you know
    Maybe your folks are next to go…

    Technocracy can be a wonderful thing, if you’re a technocrat
    Just as long as you’re sitting on top of the heap, well you’re where it’s at
    But the aged, the blind and disabled stay out of their way
    Hemlock Society’s paving the way, their paving the way

    And while we’ve been debating theology, they’ve been working hard
    While we’re building our crystal cathedrals, huh, they’re still working hard
    So wake up sisters and brothers, this isn’t a show

    Or we’ll be the next to go
    Oh, don’t you know, yeah, we’ll be the next to go
    What will you do? we’ll be the next to go
    What will you do? we’ll be the next to go
    When they finely come for you?
    Who’ll be the next?
    There’ll be no place to run and hide
    What will you do?
    Who’ll be the next to go?

    American Pie

    | February 26, 2012

    This has been of my favorite songs for many, many years. It has always been very obvious to me that it was never just about Buddy Holly. That’s why I liked it.  Beck’s take is interesting… See the two videos below the song video.

    Don McLean- American Pie (with Lyrics)

    Do You Know the Full Story Behind ‘The Day the Music Died?‘ Here’s Beck’s Version
    http://www.theblaze.com/stories/do-you-know-the-full-story-behind-the-day-the-music-died-get-ready/

    American Pie ~ Don McLean

    A long long time ago
    I can still remember
    How that music used to make me smile
    And I knew if I had my chance
    That I could make those people dance
    And maybe they’d be happy for a while
    But February made me shiver
    With every paper I’d deliver
    Bad news on the doorstep
    I couldn’t take one more step
    I can’t remember if I cried
    When I read about his widowed bride
    But something touched me deep inside
    The day the music died

    So bye, bye Miss American Pie
    Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry
    And them good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye
    Singing this’ll be the day that I die
    This’ll be the day that I die

    Did you write the book of love
    And do you have faith in God above
    If the Bible tells you so?
    Now do you believe in rock and roll?
    Can music save your mortal soul?
    And can you teach me how to dance real slow?
    Well, I know that you’re in love with him
    ’cause I saw you dancing in the gym
    You both kicked off your shoes
    Man, I dig those rhythm and blues
    I was a lonely teenage broncin’ buck
    With a pink carnation and a pickup truck
    But I knew I was out of luck
    The day the music died
    I started singing

    Bye, bye Miss American Pie
    Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry
    And them good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye
    Singing this’ll be the day that I die
    This’ll be the day that I die

    Now, for ten years we’ve been on our own
    And moss grows fat on a rolling stone
    But that’s not how it used to be
    When the Jester sang for the king and queen
    In a coat he borrowed from James Dean
    And a voice that came from you and me
    Oh and while the king was looking down
    The Jester stole his thorny crown
    The courtroom was adjourned
    No verdict was returned
    And while Lenin read a book on Marx
    The quartet practiced in the park
    And we sang dirges in the dark
    The day the music died
    We were singing

    Bye, bye Miss American Pie
    Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry
    And them good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye
    Singing this’ll be the day that I die
    This’ll be the day that I die

    Helter skelter in a summer swelter
    The birds flew off with a fallout shelter
    Eight miles high and falling fast
    Landed foul on the grass
    The players tried for a forward pass
    With the Jester on the sidelines in a cast
    Now the half-time air was sweet perfume
    While sergeants played a marching tune
    We all got up to dance
    Oh, but we never got the chance
    ‘Cause the players tried to take the field
    The marching band refused to yield
    Do you recall what was revealed
    The day the music died?
    We started singing

    Bye, bye Miss American Pie
    Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry
    And them good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye
    Singing this’ll be the day that I die
    This’ll be the day that I die

    Oh, and there we were all in one place
    A generation lost in space
    With no time left to start again
    So come on Jack be nimble, Jack be quick
    Jack Flash sat on a candlestick
    ‘Cause fire is the devil’s only friend
    And as I watched him on the stage
    My hands were clenched in fists of rage
    No angel born in hell
    Could break that Satan’s spell
    And as the flames climbed high into the night
    To light the sacrificial rite
    I saw Satan laughing with delight
    The day the music died
    He was singing

    Bye, bye Miss American Pie
    Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry
    And them good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye
    Singing this’ll be the day that I die
    This’ll be the day that I die

    I met a girl who sang the blues
    And I asked her for some happy news
    But she just smiled and turned away
    I went down to the sacred store
    Where I’d heard the music years before
    But the man there said the music wouldn’t play
    And in the streets the children screamed
    The lovers cried, and the poets dreamed
    But not a word was spoken
    The church bells all were broken
    And the three men I admire most
    The Father, Son, and Holy Ghost
    They caught the last train for the coast
    The day the music died
    And they were singing

    Bye, bye Miss American Pie
    Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry
    And them good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye
    Singing this’ll be the day that I die
    This’ll be the day that I die
    they were singing

    Bye, bye Miss American Pie
    Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry
    And them good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye
    Singing this’ll be the day that I die

    If Only She Had Found Love Instead of Abuse

    | February 11, 2012

    Surely the greatest voice of all time.
    Another of my childhood heroes no longer with us.

    The Greatest Love of all (Live) – Whitney Houston

    Star Spangled Banner Whitney Houston

    Whitney Houston ~ Live in 1994 (Pt. 12/17) ~ Amazing Grace

    Twelve Days of Christmas: Obama Style

    | December 20, 2011

    obama christmas carol.mov

    Hat Tip: http://www.theblaze.com/stories/the-12-days-of-christmas-the-obama-version-other-presidential-christmas-parodies/

    Twelve Days of Christmas: Homeschooling and Big Families

    | December 18, 2011

    Twelve Days of Homeschool

    And an oldie, but a goodie:
    The Twelve Days of a Large Family Christmas

    Hat Tip: http://mommylife.net/

    “They’ll try to push drugs. Keep us all dumbed down and hope that we will never see the truth around.”

    | November 25, 2011

    Muse – Uprising (HQ)

    Uprising ~ Muse

    The paranoia is in bloom, the PR
    The transmissions will resume
    They’ll try to push drugs
    Keep us all dumbed down and hope that
    We will never see the truth around
    (So come on!)

    Another promise, another scene, another
    A package not to keep us trapped in greed
    With all the green belts wrapped around our minds

    And endless red tape to keep the truth confined
    (So come on!)

    They will not force us
    They will stop degrading us
    They will not control us
    We will be victorious

    Interchanging mind control
    Come let the revolution take its toll if you could
    Flick a switch and open your third eye, you’d see that
    We should never be afraid to die
    (So come on!)

    Rise up and take the power back, it’s time that
    The fat cats had a heart attack, you know that
    Their time is coming to an end
    We have to unify and watch our flag ascend

    They will not force us
    They will stop degrading us
    They will not control us
    We will be victorious

    Hey .. hey … hey .. hey!
    Hey .. hey … hey .. hey!

    They will not force us
    They will stop degrading us
    They will not control us
    We will be victorious

    Hey .. hey … hey .. hey!
    Hey .. hey … hey .. hey!

    Dirty Dishes ~ Scotty McCreery

    | November 9, 2011

    Scotty McCreery – Dirty Dishes (Yahoo Music Session)

    Dirty Dishes ~ Scotty McCreery

    Mama hollers “Supper time,
    And don’t make me tell you twice
    Wash your hands and wipe your face.
    The table’s no place for your toys,
    And try to use your inside voice,
    Don’t dig in ’til we say Grace.”
    So we put down our forks and bowed our heads
    And then she prayed the strangest prayer ever said:

    “Well, I wanna thank You Lord,
    For noisy children and slammin’ doors,
    And clothes scattered all over the floor,
    My husband workin’ all the time,
    Draggin’ in dead tired at night,
    My never ending messy kitchen
    And dirty dishes.”

    We all got real still and quiet,
    And daddy asked “Hon, are you alright?”
    She said, “Dear, ain’t nothing wrong,
    Noisy kids are happy kids,
    And slamming doors just means we live,
    In a warm and loving home,
    Your long hours and those dishes in the sink,
    Means a job and enough to eat.

    So I’m gonna thank You Lord,
    For noisy children and slammin’ doors,
    And clothes scattered all over the floor,
    My husband workin’ all the time,
    Draggin’ dead tired at night,
    My never ending messy kitchen

    For my little busy bees
    Beggin’ Mama, Mama can you please?
    Always wantin’ to call in vain
    Loads of laundry pilin’ up
    Their crayons crushed into the rug
    And in those little sticky kisses
    And dirty dishes,
    And dirty dishes…

    Hat Tip: http://www.jillstanek.com/

    Turn Around

    | July 22, 2011

    Johnny Cash & June Carter – Turn Around

    Turn Around
    Where are you going, my little one, little one,
    Where are you going, my baby, my own?
    Turn around and you’re two,
    turn around and you’re four,
    Turn around, you’re a young girl going out of my door.
    Turn around, turn around,
    Turn around, you’re a young girl going out of my door.

    Where are you going, my little one, little one?
    Dirndls and petticoats, where have you gone?
    Turn around and you’re tiny,
    turn around and you’re grown,
    Turn around, you’re a young wife
    with babes of your own.
    Turn around, turn around,
    Turn around, you’re a young wife
    with babes of your own.

    “But now I’m free”

    | July 22, 2011

    I’ve got no strings
    To hold me down
    To make me fret, or make me frown
    I had strings
    But now I’m free
    There are no strings on me

    ~ Pinocchio

    “You’re the nearest thing to Heaven that I’ve seen”

    | January 29, 2011

    Shrek 4 reminded me of this song from the 70′s… I downloaded it to my iTunes tonight. My songs have sure changed since last year…

    For Baby GC!!!!

    Top of the World – Carpenters (Lyrics) [HQ]
    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=crWGGy2oBT0

    Top Of The World ~ Carpenters
    Such a feelin’s comin’ over me
    There is wonder in most every thing I see
    Not a cloud in the sky, got the sun in my eyes
    And I won’t be surprised if it’s a dream

    Everything I want the world to be
    Is now comin’ true especially for me
    And the reason is clear, it’s because you are here
    You’re the nearest thing to Heaven that I’ve seen

    I’m on the top of the world lookin’ down on creation
    And the only explanation I can find
    Is the love that I’ve found ever since you’ve been around
    Your love’s put me at the top of the world

    Somethin’ in the wind has learned my name
    And it’s tellin’ me that things are not the same
    In the leaves on the trees and the touch of the breeze
    There’s a pleasin’ sense of happiness for me

    There is only one wish on my mind
    When this day is through I hope that I will find
    That tomorrow will be just the same for you and me
    All I need will be mine if you are here

    I’m on the top of the world lookin’ down on creation
    And the only explanation I can find
    Is the love that I’ve found ever since you’ve been around
    Your love’s put me at the top of the world

    I’m on the top of the world lookin’ down on creation
    And the only explanation I can find
    Is the love that I’ve found ever since you’ve been around
    Your love’s put me at the top of the world

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