Sunday, June 12, 2011

Silent Sermon Sunday

Find a few moments each day to go 'inside' yourself. You will always find a welcome there.

Namaste' Till Next Time,
Image Harrisonburg, VA 2011

Wednesday, June 8, 2011

Wiener Wars

I swore I wasn't going to do this, give that ass of a congressman any attention here at Your Mother Knows. Let's just say, I hope he eventually does the right thing and resigns his office on the grounds of not only being a skank, but for consistently and blatantly lying after the jig was up.

Really, Weiner, did you have to call all those major newscasters to your office, make them sit down with you individually, waste their time and lie, lie, lie? NO! You should have kept your pie hole closed. But NOOOOOOO, just like the vast majority of politicians that reside in Washington, you believe you can bend the facts to fit your agenda.

It makes you wonder what the hell is in the Washington, D.C.water!!!!

But, since it's all about Weiners this week, I do want to talk about something that I find incredibly ironic and moronic. It's a 2fer if you will...

Last week or so, the news was reporting how there is a progressive movement afoot in San Francisco, of all places, to have circumcision banned and made a criminal act. Are you kidding me?!

Not only is this fascinating, to me, that this is happening in San Francisco one of the strong bastions of gay life in America, but that the progressives think that this is a good idea. Talk about allowing government to get way too far into your personal life! (Please note, that I've made it clear that this is the progressives who are pushing this point and not the liberals.) Although there may be many liberals who share this negative view of circumcision, it's once again, The-so-far-leaning-to-the-left-that-they-could-create-their-own-universe-as-they-hang-out-there-in-the-thin-air-of-bizarre-progressives, who want this. Yes, that is a long name, I agree, but if the shoe fits...

Okay, so now I'm asking what might be in the water in San Fran, too...

Because I remember when the AIDS epidemic ignited and caused absolute panic in the 80's. I remember reading, And The Band Played On, by Randy Shilts who stepped us through the horror of how it all likely started and how absolutely unable we were to combat a virus that constantly mutates. He brought to the center the shame of how slow we may have been to reacting because it was thought, by many, as a disease that was only contracted by gay people who didn't have enough sense to keep their wieners out of bung holes, or who participated in lewd and free-sex life styles. And, we all know where that ended up.

I have stood at the funerals of a few dear friends who were taken by that epidemic. I still miss them.

Now, thanks to science and medicine, things are vastly different, even though there is still no cure for AIDS/HIV. I was just reading an article in the July/August AARP magazine entitled,
"AIDS At 30- Three decades after its emergence, AIDS has a new face: people over 50." It was a good read; it points out that many who contracted the disease are living into their older years and what that means. It made me hopeful.

At the same time it pointed out that the AIDS crisis in Africa is far from under control and that it will continue to be a world health issue. And in this liberal magazine, (Yes, I told you I read just about anything,) is where I found the irony of the progressive movement in San Fran...

It's so ironic after hearing about what San Francisco wants to do, that I'm going to quote it exactly from the AARP magazine. In the side-bar entitled, "The Latest AIDS Treatments" : "#4 Encouraging Male Circumcision- Studies have shown that men in Africa who have had their foreskin removed are 60 percent less likely to get HIV, perhaps due to the thinness of the foreskin's protective keratin layer and the presence of vulnerable immune cells there. Public health scientists are trying to find ways to reach more men and encourage them to undergo the procedure." When discussing this with Michael he said, "That makes sense. It might also be because it's easier to keep your parts cleaner easier!"

Hello? Are there no AARP readers in the Bay Area??? Come on!

I just sit here and shake my head. I truly do think the world has gone crazy. When I see what some are doing and hear how they are conducting themselves. When I read about people trying to outlaw what, for many, is a religious symbol and right of belonging. Outlaw what seems to be one of the few things that can keep AIDS from destroying the world. Really?!

Besides, and this is the last thing I'm going to say about wieners or Weiner....I've seen them both ways and as far as I'm concerned, the ones that aren't circumcised sure do look gnarly. And as to the congressman? He's just a plain ugly liar. Just saying.

Namaste' Till Next Time,
Holly aka She Who Shakes Her Head

Monday, June 6, 2011

When Blogs Collide!

"The puppies will be ready for visitors sometime around June 4," Lynn explained. "Gary and I would be happy to have you and Michael bring Rory and Fiona to see them. Would that work for you?"

The chance to see eight wheaten Scotties? To hold them and smell puppy breath and cuddle? You bet. Well, even if it is a good six+ hours of a drive, how many times do you get that chance?! Michael said, "I'll re-arrange my schedule; no way I'm letting you go without me. I need to make sure you come home with only the two dogs you went with!" "They're already going to their homes and are not for sale," I shot back. "That's good, so I'm just along for the fun then!"

Lynn and I met here in the blog world. She is the mad hand behind Rocky Creek Scottie Adventures. And, she and I chat on Facebook as well. I've found her to be loving and generous like many dog breeders. She's got a huge crush on Rory because he's so cute and lovable and she has a mad passion for wheaten Scotties. It seemed a fun chance to visit their farm in the beautiful Blue Ridge Mountains.

I've often wondered what it would be like to live some place so remotely set, that you always know a car in the driveway is someone who is specifically coming to see you. Always someone you're expecting or who knows the way to your home. A driveway whose crunch of stone means someone you're likely to be happy to see is on their way. That's what Lynn and Gary have there at Rocky Creek.

We spent the evening sitting out on the lawn and getting to know each other in real time instead of blog time. We dined alfresco and Lynn shared the secret to her great salad! We laughed as we watched Rory play with a young cow almost the same color as he, dancing back and forth along the fence. We did get weary of Fiona barking her bossy bark but she wouldn't yield and the cows wouldn't listen to her, so it was pretty much an impasse.

I met her beloved Scotties. Piper and Rory eventually accepted each other enough to sit butt to butt and watch the night fall. We all looked up to witness the gift of a sky heavy with stars because there is no light pollution to blot out their twinkle. I made a wish as a falling star streaked through the velvet above me.

We spent the night tucked under the eaves of a home that is ancient and whispers its secrets if you listen carefully. It was a Walton's moment when the lights downstairs where turned off and the house went completely black...and the night became brighter outside the windows than what was in the room with you. Crickets chirped a lullaby.

The quilts that Lynn and her female kin have made keeping us warm through the wonderfully cool night. Dogs curled at our feet not moving, completely exhausted from a fun night of introduction to cows, other Scotties, and country air.

Morning came and the soft lowing of cows drifted through the windows. The sounds of puppies mewling for attention crept up the stairs to wake us. Big Scots barking from their bedroom as they heard the two visiting Scots coming down the stairs added to the morning serenade.

A wonderful breakfast of muffins and melon. Long chats over coffee and then it was back in the car to make the trip home. A short visit so worth the long drive. Because when blogs collide, the world is made more loving and fun. When blogs collide you learn so much and can't help but be amazed how interesting and fascinating the lives of others are and how lucky we are to learn of them.

When blogs collide, a woman you didn't really know becomes a friend and Rory gets another fan and both he and Fiona now have an Auntie Lynn. A woman who wanted to hug him even though he was a mess from running in the farm grass wet with dew. We now know the good woman and good man who live at Rocky Creek Farm always welcome you.

Yeah, when blogs collide it can be just like that.

Namaste' Till Next Time,

Sunday, June 5, 2011

Silent Sermon Sunday

For vistas that leave us speechless...
~ Amen

Namaste' Till Next Time,
Sky Line Drive 2011

Thursday, June 2, 2011

Summer First Night

Summer First Night

In the blessed black of first night,
I look up with longing to a velvet sky
Filled to over-flowing with stars.

The soft breeze strokes my arms
Caresses my cheek
Kisses me hello to Summer.

My eyes adjust to the sweep of sky
Taking in more stars
More details.

Slowly, the stars begin to fall
Drifting out of their seats
Sailing soft seeking ground.


The first Fireflies
The first Lightning Bugs
Signal silently to welcome me and Summer.

Namaste' Till Next Time,
Images courtesy of The Internet
Blog Widget by LinkWithin

My Previous Musings