Reason Number Five Hundred And Sixty Three

that I bow down and pray every time my son walks in the room.

Chase is in the art room of my studio. I am out front in the store, about 10 feet away from him. He calls his friend Matt on the phone. They discuss who is going to sleep over at who's house. Chase doesn't even bother asking me because he knows for a fact, like he knows his own hand, that I will say, "Yes," to whatever he asks of me. He knows that I will probably even go so far as to say, "Of course Sweet and Precious Angel." That's just how we roll.

So he's on the phone with Matt and Matt has to ask his mom something. I hear through the phone, "Mooooooooooommmmmmmmmmm. MMMMOOOOooooooooommmmm. MMMMMMMOOOOOOMMMMM."
All of the sudden it starts to get louder... "MMMMMMMOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMM."
I realize I can hear it more because he has put it on speaker and now he's walking towards me with this big grin on his face. He says to me, "Can you hear him?"
I smile and shake my head yes.
"What??" Matt demands.
"Nothing," Chase says as he looks at me again and shakes his head.

It was a thing of great beauty. He totally got why it was so obnoxious and funny at the same time and he wanted to share the love with me.

That was really probably number like one million gazillion but I thought five hundred and sixty three had a nice ring to it.

Just Plain Scary

So I'm driving my child to his father's house and on the street corner are the Crazy Pro Lifer Wacknutters. Yup, that's what they are. Crazy. You have to be crazy to hold up a sign of a bloody fetus in the car window directly where a child is sitting. Only a stone cold freak would do that. That's not opinion, that's plain fact. Be pro life all you want. Sing song's about it. Read books. Pray for it. But keep your disgusting posters out of my car window. It's weird and gross. I am wondering when they will start just bringing actual real live dead fetus's to the street corner and parading them around. Maybe they could build them a float. Maybe the float could be a big big pregnant woman on her back with her legs up in the air and a broken hanger by the crotch. They could hang all the dead fetus's from the side and thumb tack pictures of real woman who have had abortions to the side of the pregnant lady. That's a thought.

So I was driving home thinking about this, getting more and more irritated. And I thought, I should get out and talk to them. I totally want to take some pictures for my friend who referenced their existence last night and was the one that actually started me wondering where I could get my hands on some dead fetus's to share with them. So it was odd that they were out there in such full force this morning. I guess all the soup kitchens where they usually volunteer are closed. I was all ready to go when I got a txt from my precious angel of a friend that lives down in Florida. He said, "Good morning Gorgeous. Have a spectacular day." It stopped me from ruining it by bothering with the crazies.

I got home and called him to thank him for pulling me out of that rat trap and we started talking about abortion and a documentary he had seen called 12th and Delaware that was produced by the same women that did "Jesus Camp." I youtubed them both. Scary.

Wait, is youtubed not a word?

"Jesus Camp," is the most disturbing thing I have seen since, well, since that fetus poster. I'm just going to say it. People are nuts. In it the woman that runs the camp actually says, "There are two kinds of people in this world, those who love Jesus and those who don't." Really? Is that all the kinds of people there are? What about those that don't know for sure, or those that just like him, or those that think, "well... he's kinda cute, maybe I love him...," what about Jews for Jesus (do they count for the "for" or "against" side), what about people that love Jesus but are gay, do they fit in? What about those people that like sprinkles on their ice cream? Whose side are they on?

Two kinds of people in the world...
No wonder there are so many wars.