Domestic Violence - not an archaic caveman thought still

While domestic violence was probably very prevalient during the caveman days (and not talked about too much), it is still a heated topic by many today.

I answer hotline calls, work at a DVSA (domestic violence/sexual assault) shelter, and call victims back from the police department. It is remarkable how significant that this crime still exists today -- no matter how hard we try to prevent it from occurring.

I am still, though, encouraged to continue trying because it is that one person who will restate things that they have heard back to you -- much of it from the stats and information we try to get out to the general public about the significance of DV crimes today. It brings a smile to me in hearing them repeat some of the things that we have been saying out there because, at least, I know that they are listening to the words -- even if they haven't taken action upon it.

One step at a time!!!

A rather relaxing day, the day before Father's Day!

It has been a rather relaxing day today....

got on the computer to work on various projects -- school, blogger site, another blog site, emails, etc., etc.

had a bowl of fresh gumbo with my Mom and visited her one on one

went to the parent's pool to clean the pool, swim in it, read & sun nearby the pool

got back on the computer to finish up a few more items b/4 my Dad got back home (it is his computer)

when Dad got back home with my daughter, we made brownies for tomorrow, ate more gumbo, went on a corn husking mission (he had brought home some fresh ears of corn)

later played scrabble with Mom and daughter while Dad rested in front of his tv in the Den....


What a nice relaxing day.....

a day before the storm where my nieces and nephews will be coming over to visit their PopPop on Father's Day!!! :D

HAPPY FATHER'S DAY TO ALL.....

The Drug Problem in America

The other day, someone at a store in our town read that a methamphetamine lab had been found in an old farmhouse in the adjoining county and he asked me a rhetorical question, ''Why didn't we have a drug problem when you and I were growing up?''

I replied: I had a drug problem when I was young:
I was drug to church on Sunday morning.





I was drug to church for weddings and funerals.





I was drug to family reunions and community socials no matter the weather.





I was drug by my ears when I was disrespectful to adults.





I was also drug to the woodshed when I disobeyed my parents, told a lie, brought home a bad report card, did
not speak with respect, spoke ill of the teacher or the preacher, or if I didn't put forth my best effort in everything that was asked of me.






I was drug to the kitchen sink to have my mouth washed out with soap if I uttered a profane four-letter word.





I was drug out to pull weeds in mom's garden and flower beds and cockleburs out of dad's fields.







I was drug to the homes of family, friends, and neighbors to help out some poor soul who had no one to mow the yard, repair the clothesline, or chop some firewood;







and, if my mother had ever known that I took a single dime as a tip for this kindness, she would have drug me back to the woodshed.





Those drugs are still in my veins; and they affect my behavior in everything I do, say, and think. They are stronger than cocaine, crack, or heroin; and, if today's children had this kind of drug problem, America would be a better place.

~author unknown~