lift kit

“This brand new Chevy with a lift kit would look a whole lot better with you up in it … Let’s go get it stuck.”

~ Florida Georgia Line

TGIF!

trust

I trust the Easter Story.

You can, too.

do you believe?

I believe in freedom of and freedom from coercion of any and all kind. I believe in voluntary relationships. Not all people do, not even those who represent commonly believed freedoms such as second amendment groups, home midwifery groups, and home education groups. Many of those groups are really only creating “entangled alliances” (thanks, Bonnie!).

If you believe in freedom of and from education in North Carolina or elsewhere, I encourage you to follow the North Carolinians for Home Education facebook page. Specifically the post about the NC House passing House Bill 230 – Amend the definition of a home school on Wednesday, March 20.

Take your time. Read the comments. All 70+. You’ll see a healthy dose of many perspectives on HB230 and home education and liberty philosophy in general. Read the comments again. And know that NCHE has chosen to censor the discussion by removing comments the organization did not like, none of which thus far have contained vulgar language nor personal attacks.

And read them again. This is important stuff. All rights, all natural rights originate in the individual. Not the state.

is it any wonder?

Is it any wonder this time of life sucks? In general, that is.

Girls are on the brink, learning to accept, and adjusting to the realities of menstruation, sore breasts. acne, and deep moments of sorrow followed by ridiculous highs of joy.

Boys are trying to figure out unexpected and misunderstood erections, unbridled desire to see any female naked, and random moments of rage.

Is it any wonder that middle school is hell? Really? I see what I see here in my own home and am grateful to share and guide through the moments of mean girls and the broken drywall. What must it be like for the children who are cast into the government prisons to negotiate with their fellow thugs?

I am grateful.

all opposed say “nay”

I am opposed to the following local legistation:

NC Senate Bill 189 – I am all for complete freedom of and from education. Further definition, however, simply opens a door for further regulation.

NC House Bill 144 – I do not want a tax credit from the government because I home school. Such a credit acknowledges the state’s ability to regulate education. The state has no role in the personal choices of individuals. Not to even begin the discussion of the illegalities of income tax…

NC House Bill 235 – I am wholly opposed to any compulsory education. All relationships should be voluntary. Additionally, raising the compulsory education age to 18 will only cost more money and harm more young people who are wiser than their peers and “educators” and know it’s time to act like an adult and work.

NC House Bill 230 – Same as SB 189. It is not the responsibility of the state to define education in any location.

NC House Bill 228 – Why homeschool if you want public school? Either choose government school and all its non-government responsibilities, including athletics, or don’t choose government. Stand up for something in whole.

You can look these bills up for yourself. Or you can hop on whatever bus requires least of you…HSLDA, NCHE, mine. When I look you in the eyes and ask you why you have a right to dictate my family’s choices? Don’t be surprised.

summer's end and labor unions

Reblogged from South of the Fork:

Today is Labor Day in the US. Labor Day is a direct result of the Labor Movement's agenda to enslave all of us - starting with the blue collar worker. Talk about a war on someone...

I do not acknowledge this day except on my blog. It's kind of like National Housewive's Day... If Leninists promote government captivity through a false veil of "freedom from toil" then one must stop.

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In honor of the BS that is International Women's Day, I offer the BS of National Housewive's Day...

using government to fight government. and roller hockey.

Once Upon a Time…

there was a group of gals. Of gals who were mostly at places in their hearts that they needed a safe place to use skillets and fish and aprons and crafting. And that time passed.

Some of the gals never spoke again. Some of the gals spoke often. Some of the gals began to see one another for the differences that originally divided them. Some of the gals just disappeared. And one gal, after speaking some, then rarely speaking (new loves do that to us all), then disappearing into the government abyss, attempts to retaliate in ways that seemingly won’t be seen. Well…

With a lump in my throat I decided to use government against government. And I knew in this use that my use would be transparent because there are few people who do not know how I stand in regards to raping me for money my family earned and then wasting that money. I knew this. I knew it would be obvious it was me.

I didn’t expect to be taken seriously, and apparently I was not. But I was surprised at the childish reaction of “unfriending” on facebook. As wasteful and slothful as is possible, there is/was a sense of maturity when it came to recognizing and acknowledging the playground that facebook is. But no less, I was not at all saddened to be unfriended. I can use less waste and sloth in my life.

I was also surprised that this forthright, unencumbered event would be shared in a forum from which I was banned. Oh, yes. Banned. And I am proud of it. If nothing tells me I am a good parent and a good friend – then my banning from a “mommies online support group” reassures me that indeed I am honest and I am doing my job. Very well. Very well, indeed.

And waste and sloth knew I would be made aware of the lack of creativity. Just as I know kinfolk will share. Oh, dear child, please remove yourself further from my burden…

Now, on a finer note, one completely absent of sloth and waste…as sloth and waste would never take responsibility for its own choices and failures…

Yesterday some friends enjoyed the soaking, cold gray, rainy day with us at our home. We planned well and the children enjoyed some bluetooth Minecrafting by the fire followed by roasting marshmallows in the fire, placing them oh-just-so-right into s’mores, washing the s’mores down with hot cocoa, and then using up the energy of the s’mores with a game of roller hockey on the patio. In the rain. With rollerblades, skates, golf clubs, and a tennis ball. I am grateful.

what I like about no sinner

What I like about no sinner…

Life is a series of choices. Not all of which perceived are bad. Not all of which experienced are forgotten.

I don’t pretend…

monday

This is an “uncategorized” post. I do not know what it will be about nor where it will go.

At the moment, the piano teacher has just left the house, my Husband is picking up the red-head from practice and then the eldest from Scouts. The three others are sitting right by my side enjoying some tech time with me. It is quiet with giggles via bluetooth games.

I had to take a break from writing after Sandy Hook. I knew this, I saw this becoming an opportunity for the government to move closer to declaring martial law. And isn’t the democrats. It is the liberals. Those who believe the government knows better for my family than I know are liberals. And they come with all kinds of labels including “republican.”

That lovely fiscal cliff deal that created a lot of pomp and circumstance and only penalizes the highest wage earners has stripped my family of its grocery budget. We’re not among the “highest wage earners.” Fortunately, we are wise and have resources and will re-allocate, but what about those that cannot. One article I read today said that 77% of Americans saw that decrease in their paychecks these first days of 2013. And government knows better.

I also read today about a “new and more virulent” strain of flu killing people left and right. “Hurry, get your flu shot while you can.” Yes, I will take a shot of poison to weaken me. Then pass that gun ban and declare martial law. Government can care for me better than I can care for me. Stoopid liberals.

There are hundreds of children killed in the world every day. Why are we supposedly immune? Yes, twenty little lives mattered. But no more than those for whom we don’t cry out.

I do believe in American exceptionalism. But that belief is fading because my rights are fading. The government knows better for me than me.

Wow. I sound, sour. dour. depressing. conspiracy-theorist.

So what did we do these many days? There’s too much to share. What I can share is that we’ve slowed down. A lot. Intentionally. We are in control and will keep this pace. Regardless of martial law.

EBTs and Libertarians on the take

Halloween is two weeks away! Get your EBT baskets while you can! And then withdraw your consent. Because it’s OK to be a Libertarian Bitch and leave the choices and payment to the few of us who don’t side with any of the four parties, but choose to press forward just the same to right the perversion.

And Atlas Shrugs.