Inward Reflection

I haven’t been around for a while, mainly because I’ve been doing some visceral reflections of myself and my situation. Reason for this being that I see mayhem and destruction every time I turn around. I lift my head to whomever is trying to get my attention, the news almost always being negative in some way, shape, or form. What exactly did I do to deserve all this buzzing negativity surrounding me? I’ve become more a recluse than normal these past few months since the POTUS was announced, in part to the fact that those who don’t hate Trump love what he is doing, without regard to who it might hurt. Those that are against Trump want to see him die. 

 

When did we as a people become so hateful, so downright disgusting that our moral compass allows us to wish death on another living human being? So his views are messed up, in many peoples eyes so are mine. Should I be killed just because my ideas of what is right and what is wrong differ from someone else’s? When did we become a collaboration of hateful, death-wishing, unforgiving, fearmongers? The whole idea of America was to create a land of the free, where ideas could be discussed without malice and fabrications of fact. Our very nations identity is on the cusp of dying, yet people want to allow others to dictate how America celebrates its holidays. You don’t have to like Trump, I certainly don’t, but don’t hate America. 

 

America used to be a place where Merry Christmas was seen as polite and friendly, you didn’t think twice before saying it for fear of offending someone’s dainty little feelings. People used to not sugar coat the truth and be honest, now America has gone from a holiday celebrating flamboyantly truthful and flirting with temptations of death to teetering on the edge of not being America anymore. We used to have our own culture, our own life style, our own ways of life. Thanks to America being the “melting pot”, we no longer have a culture. We no longer speak the truth, because someone might get their itty bitty baby feelings hurt. Honesty is shamed, culture is demolished, traditions are dying, yet all anyone can do is scream about how we need to kill the president. 

 

Ever think that the death of America might be the very reason Trump won to begin with? He made promises of restoring America to her original glory, though what era of “glory” to which he referred to then was unknown, and it spoke to people. It spoke to their hearts. America shouldn’t have to give up its own culture, her traditions, or her honesty. She shouldn’t have to compromise, because this is America and she should be free to be how she wants. Yes, in my eyes America is a woman. I don’t care if it makes me sexist. We send armies out to defend her and her honor all the time. I think it’s high time we defend her honor here on the home front, before all is truly lost. We aren’t loyal to a man who leads a country, we are loyal to a country we call home.

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Our True Perspective

When I think of the word hidden, the first and foremost thing that pops into my mind is how we truly feel about people, things, and events happening around us. Reason being? Majority of people hide their true thoughts and intentions, constantly, in varying degrees. Most commonly at social functions. It used to not be this way, the exchange of ideas and moral compasses used to be a common thing that was supported, or even sparked excitement. That was in a day and age where being offended by every little thing made you appear weak, uncivil, and incapable of seeing a different direction or view. At least, that was how it would have been perceived. 

 

So what happened? Intelligent debate is no longer welcome. Certain words and phrases can’t be used anymore, no matter how aptly they might describe a situation, because someone’s feelings might get hurt. We literally live in a society where honest, open, scientifically backed debates are not allowed to be held. Speakers are violently protested to the point that their entourage says it’s too dangerous to appear because of the imminent danger posed to the speaker. We have let the special snowflakes, social justice warriors, and the weak minded who can’t handle opposing views to dominate our world.

 

It is because of this that our youth grow up thinking that the world should be handed to them on a silver platter. Why? If we don’t, their feelings might get hurt. Everyone gets a participation trophy or ribbon, even if they did absolutely nothing. You can fail as hard as you want, you’ll still get boosted up and pushed forward. There no longer is any challenge. Why put forth effort if you’ll still win, right? A movie made back in 2006 nailed it on the head. I only wish the world had been smart enough to realize. If you don’t know of what movie I speak, I recommend you search your “apple store” or “Google play” for Idiocracy 2006.

 

There is a difference between speaking in such a way as to spare hurt feelings for valid reasons, such as properly phrasing oneself, and completely ignoring truth and fact to spare an individual’s feelings. One can be ignorant, so long as they seek enlightenment. 

Delightful Bites

When I think of the word snack, I immediately think of my kids. I know, how cliche, right? A mom thinking of her kids when they hear words. It’s so passe. Tough, because that’s exactly what happened and I’m going to tell you a little bit about why!

 

So the past few days, I’ve been in a rut. My depression got the better of me and it made everything seem so drawl and drab, like nothing had any meaning. I’m sure so many others can relate to that feeling, so I’m going to share what I did to bring myself right back out of it! I had started reading into baking, first starting off small with pre-made cake mixes into cookies and such. They were awesome to the max.

Red Velvet White Chocolate Chip

My First Cookies!

 

Then I got the idea, this wild hair up my tuckas as I like to call it. I wanted to bake from scratch. So I dug. I searched. I read recipe after recipe. I finally stopped at a Betty Crocker Oatmeal Raisin cookie recipe. It was simple, to the point, quick and easy! Or so I had thought. I made my first batch and all were delighted, though I had tweaked the recipe a tad. As my husband was getting ready to go to work, I tweaked the recipe yet again. I fear I may have created a monster in my hunt for the perfect homemade cookie. I wanted something that would be a great snack, but that had some healthy parts to it. What I ended up with was a mountain of cookies that went what felt like a mile high.

 

Mama's Homemade Cookies

Look at those golden edges! Yum!

 

Now for the good part. The recipe! I jotted down as I cooked and mixed, so you’re lucky! 

 

1/2 C Sugar
1/4 C Brown Sugar
1/2 C Melted Butter
1/2 tsp Vanilla
1 Egg
4 Oz Warmed Peanut Butter

 

3/4 C Flour
1/2 tsp Baking Soda
1/2 tsp Cinnamon
1/4 tsp Salt

 

1 1/2 Quaker Oats
1/2 C Raisins
1/4 C Chocolate Chips

 

Preheat Oven at 375 º

Everything is separated out per which steps get done first, then second, and finally last steps. When you start making it, mix the sugar, brown sugar, butter, vanilla, egg, and peanut butter together. Once you’ve got it nicely mixed it should have a creamy caramel colored look to it. That’s when you can add the flour, baking soda, cinnamon and salt. It’ll become a thick caramel-like texture, like watching caramel drip deliciously onto a pan. At that moment, you know that it’s perfect and can finally mix in the oatmeal, raisins, and chocolate chips. I used a silicon spatula to fold the oatmeal, raisins and chocolate chips into the gooey delicious cookie dough. Once it’s nicely mixed together, then you can pop them into the oven! Parchment paper is definitely a must, or else you’ll end up wasting a lot of soap and water. I suggest getting an ice-cream shaped scoop that is actually called a “cookie-scoop”. They make perfectly sized cookies, every time! Give them 10-12 minutes in the oven and they should be ready! Here was my first batch!

 

First Batch!

They certainly smelled super delicious!

 

I let them chill in the refrigerator for a good ten minutes before putting them on the plate and moving on to the next set of ten. Happy baking and I hope you enjoy these delightful snacks!

What Could Be

There are a lot of pressing topics that have been clouding my mind as of late, one of which being the government’s unseemingly distasteful desire to meddle with policies they have no clue about. Obama Care may have given coverage to people who otherwise would be denied due to preexisting conditions, but it also made low-mid tier and mid tier employees pay more for medicaid that they didn’t have. Why these people pay for something they don’t use to begin with is beyond me. My children don’t go to school but we still pay school zone tax, we have never had state assistance yet we still pay for state assistance programs. Medicaid is great for those who don’t work or work just little enough that they’re not taxed for it, but the income levels who do pay for it struggle to provide for their family because of the taxes they are forced to pay. 

 

The problem isn’t so much government meddling though, it’s medical coverage as a whole. No human being should be able to be denied or charged more for medical coverage, or for medical care. In my opinion, there should be a flat-rate that is seen as the acceptable median for any and all procedures. If an individual is born with a heart or lung condition, that should not stop them from getting coverage or receiving medical attention. Period. They’re human just like all of us. This does not however mean that everyone else should pay for their medical needs. Being an individual who grew up with a metabolism issue as well as a mental disorder or two, I know it isn’t easy taking care of someone who has medical needs. I recall my first ever medical bill as an adult, I had swallowed my tongue ring like a fool and ended up with ambulance, er visit, doctor and x-ray charges I had to pay. All that accumulated to over $5,000 just for a simple accident like swallowing a tongue ring. 

 

At the time, I had no medical coverage. I didn’t really need it because I’d learned to manage my conditions. Some conditions can’t be managed though, and that is where my stance comes from. Medical coverage should not be mandatory, but optional. Medical coverage should not be paid for through the taxes of those who slave away at work all day every day, but should be paid for either by the individual or by the state on a case by case basis. Forcing a copay on people is understandable but it should be reasonable. A person who has to take management medications, or long term medications should not be made to pay a copay that makes going without seem a better option. Many low income families can’t afford a $50-$75 copay just to visit a doctor to get a refill on a $40 prescription. 

 

Because of all the hoodwinking and backstabbing means of charging people extra, I personally gave up on a prescription that was helping me. The cost of health coverage alone makes me wish that I would spontaneously die because the idea of being a financial burden fills me with anger, depression, and a sense of uselessness. Many others out there feel the same way, even though the only person financially responsible for me is my husband. He works tireless hours day in and day out, but even then, the raise that happened to my medication thanks to obama care and the medical company my husband uses through his work, my medication is no longer covered and I would have had to pay full price. 

 

So all you out there who think that Obama Care was great, keep in mind that there are people like me who have chosen to stop their medication due to the horrors wrought by his bill. Trump’s bill is horrible as well, but I honestly rather be ill than pay almost as much for my medication as I do for my electric bill. Medical coverage will always be a disaster so long as there is no free market.

Pure Insanity

Throughout history it has been proven time and time again that immigration without assimilation is by definition a sign of hostility, the first steps to a full on invasion and the beginnings of a takeover. By definition, immigration with no intent to immerse themselves into the culture they’re moving into is a means of eradicating the original culture by which they’ve been granted access to. This is precisely how nations fall and countries become disenfranchised. They see the powers that be, not enforcing their nation’s laws, letting people run rampant and unchecked. To cry for open borders would be to support the extinction of a nation, the extinction of differences in cultures, in truth it is the extinction of diversity.

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Just take a look at what happened when our forefathers came to this nation. It was a takeover, not a peaceful assimilation, there was no immersion, no cohesion between the Native Indians that we dubbed Native Indians. We labeled them as barbarians, savages, and we took over with little effort. How often do you see a Native Indian anymore? It’s not often, I’m betting. They may not have had any laws regarding immigration, but that didn’t make what we did any better. Now here we are, centuries down the line, we are allowing what we did to the Natives of the land to happen to us even though it goes against our own laws that have been in place for years.

 

I’ve always been under the impression that laws were intended to be enforced, that this land was our home. I thought letting people into our country ought to be viewed as the same as letting people into our very own personal home. Everyone has their own rules for their individual homes. I’m quite certain if someone walked into your home, made a mess, demanded that you change your routine to fit their lifestyle even though you don’t believe or live that lifestyle, well I’m rather positive that you wouldn’t accept it. Why on earth you want the nation to pay for those who won’t assimilate, who won’t learn the language of our nation, the logic is beyond me. Is there even any logic in your thought process?

 

Every time I see people crying out for the protection of those who refuse to become apart of America, when I see others claiming that deportation of illegal residents is inhumane, it makes me wonder. If you love these individuals, these law breakers, these detestable human beings who have no care for the rights of the average American, why don’t you let them stay at your house? Why don’t you foot the bill for their personal well being and their shelter? Why don’t you allow your home to be torn asunder, your beliefs or lack there of be questioned under your own roof, your food thrown away because it doesn’t fit into their religious beliefs.

 

I know I won’t. I am a law abiding citizen of America. I am a resident. This is my country, this is my home, have some respect.

Off The Reservation

I’m not quite sure why I ever expect the world to suddenly wise up and realise the things that I’ve already come to understand, but for some reason I always hold out hope that the coming day will reveal to me that some of the ignorance has left us. Sadly, today is definitely not one of those days. One of the very few people I keep in contact with from my school days shared with me a link to a post that has literally made me want to vomit. I have to stop and ask myself though, when did human civility and morals take a back seat so much that something like this could become a reality? It’s like they took a giant catapult, aimed it at all that is morally right with the world and missed bigger than the whole of America!

 

Scientifically if a person gets a taste of something that they like, such as playing a game on beta, once the real version comes out, they’ll do anything they can within their power to get it. Ideas like are presented in the article are only going to ensure that more children are hurt, more lives destroyed, more souls crushed and the mentality will only continue to dwindle. 

 

You might be asking yourself, “Didn’t you say you were abused as a kid?” Yes, but I was fortunate to have a strong, vital, compassionate, and very primally protective mother. She fought like you wouldn’t believe, but not all parents are as strong or amazing as my mom. There are some moms who dismiss their children’s claims of abuse, in some cases it becomes the norm to them and end up recreating the same abuse when they have their own families. For victims who get started on before they’re old enough to know right from wrong, it can become imprinted on them that it is acceptable within the confines of one’s home. It just recreates a vicious cycle of abuse that never ends.

 

Ideas like those expressed in the article ought not be a reality. They will only delay the inevitable and could potentially make it even more dangerous to whomever the predator decides to make their victim. The amount of abhorrent disgust I feel cannot truly be fathomed, the sheer screaming going on in my own head is barely decipherable at this point and it’s in my own gosh darn mind. For the link in question, click here to read the article.

Brain Spasm!

When I got up today, I’d had high hopes for todays prompt. I snuck a peek at it when it came time for the prompt to post, but I was immediately dismayed! The daily prompt today is “adrift“, which for me is a nautical word. If you don’t know what nautical is, I feel bad for you. My deepest condolences. I digress though, I’ve nothing in my history past, present, or future, that has anything to do with things of a nautical nature. I don’t own a boat, I’ve never been on a boat, and to be quite frank, my fear of water probably will prevent me from ever being on a boat.

Yes, I am afraid of water. The very idea of being adrift at sea (I’ve had nightmares about that, so don’t laugh at me!) is terrifying! You could run out of food, fresh drinkable water that wouldn’t cause you to dehydrate, things to talk about! You could run out of intelligence, too. I fear that’s what has happened across most of the world, at least. Got lost at sea, just drifting along, all adrift like and such. That must be how they lost their ever lovin’ minds!

So instead of going on about how stupid people are these days, I decided to share some cuteness instead. Babies are adorable, so I made a couple photo montages using my beloved Google Photos application! May you find yourselves adrift in a sea of adorable. Enjoy.