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Spent the weekend at our cabin. It was wonderful being there again. The months of winter and our commitment to the wrestling season, kept us from visiting.

The husband and I did as we always do, hiked. It’s been at least 4 months since we’ve really hiked, and hiking those hills between the 9,000 and 10,000 foot marks, was difficult. We were both somewhat upset with ourselves for it not being as easy. It won’t take long to get it back.

A few pictures.

The first is bear scat. IT WAS EVERYWHERE, tons of it. They have started “eating season”.

The second is a semi-fresh kill on our property. My husband set him up against a tree on one of the bends in our driveway to get to our cabin, so that he will greet us each time. We’re trying to figure out a name for him.

We’ve always known about the multitude of bears and mountain lions on, and around our mountain property. Let’s just say we go nowhere unarmed there. That would be stupid.

A scientific explanation of Dear Leader™ and his little problem.

Brought to my attention by Beth. Below the fold y’all.

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In an effort to bring attention to the travesty of the Stimulus Bill, there will be a nationwide protest on Friday, February 27th, noon EST across the country.

Go here to see what’s happening in your neck of the woods. I’m currently working on helping with the Denver protest. Stand up and show that you disagree with BHO squandering yours, and your children’s, and your grandchildren’s futures away.

UPDATE: Denver’s Tea Party will be held on the east steps of the State Capitol, Friday the 27th, at 10:00 a.m.

To think, after years of this page and the battles that have occurred. The opportunities that have presented themselves to opine elsewhere, for example, Facebook and MySpace. This page will be done in by Twitter. A little platform that only allows me 140 characters per tweet. A platform that shuts me down if I’ve talked too much. A platform that forces me to use improper grammar.

This blog had feet made of clay. Whodathunkit?

For my honey. My Valentine those oh so many years ago, and still is today.

Us, circa 1985

UPDATE!!

First, I appreciate the comments. Insightful. Secondly, since I posted this, I began to reminisce about my sons’ elementary days. They were stupid enough to leave their untouched sandwich, and produce de jour in their lunch boxes; along with an empty bag that had contained potato chips. Have you ever looked in an elementary school cafeteria’s trash can? It’s full of uneaten food. Kids at that age want nothing more than to hurry up and finish their lunch so they can go outside and play.

At Son #3’s school, they require them to clean their plates before they head outside. Some years back he and I were discussing it and I said “Son, you know what you can do? Just wrap your uneaten food up in a napkin.” He replied, “actually I put it in my milk carton, it holds more”. Yes I know, he’s brilliant.

Part of the reason I am a conservative revolves around limiting government and the freedom to live our lives as we choose within God’s and mans’ laws. The unblinking eye of Big Brother and his zealous laws are not welcome in my world. However, I do not fear law nor look to challenge it. I define my values by “what would God think?” Although I’m sure He’s often quite disappointed in me, I know what lines to not cross; for the most part

Many of you know that I run a youth wrestling club. The history behind this is deep, personal and painful. Long story short; we were betrayed by the club we had dedicated decades to. The day came about that several of us said “enough is enough; we’re breaking off and starting our own club”. In only our second year now, I registered 97 wrestlers. That is substantial for a second year club. Additionally, everywhere we go, parents come to us and say “we’re going with you next year”. I completely anticipate our club being around 130 wrestlers next year, and that would make us the largest club in the league we function under.

My husband is so very knowledgeable with all things wrestling, and I am blessed that he is confident and educated in all that he says and does. Not only is he a deeply respected coach, but he is now the referee that everyone wants on their mat.

We sacrifice much of our personal life for this club. And I, as only technically the “secretary”; do roughly 95% of the administrative work. I don’t mind, it is a small sacrifice that I am more than happy to perform out of love, respect and admiration for my husband and this passion he has.

I endure mindless, parent tantrums; caustic, accusatory interactions, idiotic questions and literally; physical threats. I often say this sport would be perfect if we could check the parents at the door. Now, I’ve been that parent; so I’m quite patient with those who are new to the sport. Next year I intend on creating a “new to wrestling” page on the website I run for the club.

That is the background, now the reason why I’m actually posting.

Today I received a phone call from a school district nurse questioning me about our club, our coaches and our wrestlers. This nurse was accusatory in regards to one of our wrestlers, a 1st grader, not eating. For those of you who are unaware; wrestlers, like boxers, have weight and age classifications. It is not uncommon for wrestlers to lose weight to wrestle in a lower weight class, and be more competitive. This is normal. But we all have seen this go too far, many, many times.

We in no way encourage weight loss in our little ones. In fact, the younger age groups have weight classifications for every 3 pounds, because you cannot have a young child losing weight. This meets everyone’s needs and it’s done entirely within a healthy scope.

Apparently the father of this 1st grader has not been feeding him much. His teacher has documented four weeks of this boy bringing a protein bar and carrots for lunch five days a week. He is also eating both a small breakfast and dinner. I relayed to the nurse that we have never encouraged weight loss among our wrestlers and that it is entirely a parental decision.

And here’s the rest . . .

They plan on calling Social Services to report this parent for starving his son. They’ve called in a pediatrician on this case, and they’re STRONGLY suggesting that we allow them to come into our practices and educate parents on how to feed their children. It took all I had to not tear into this woman.

In my years mothering I have seen some odd eating habits that parents place upon their children. When my youngest was in Montessori preschool, there was a mother there who had her 3 year old eating a vegan diet. VEGAN, for a 3 year old!!! If this girl weighed as much as 25 pounds, I would be shocked. She had no meat on her, and was sickly looking. I’ve witnessed parents place these kind of restrictions because of philosophical or religious reasons. Which I suppose they are entitled to.

But here is my gripe. Are these same medical professionals questioning the vegan mother? Are they questioning the parents of obese children, (probably a much larger problem they should be focusing on)? Are they questioning the parents with religious dietary restrictions? No, they question us.

Am I concerned about this boy? Hell yes, and I’m sickened that the parents of this boy have gone to this level, this early. But I am not allowed to approach anyone about it out for confidentiality reasons, and my hands are tied. I believe their ultimate goal is to come into our club, without invitation, and spend time chastising parents about how they feed their children.

We will deal with this in house. As we wind down this season it is too late to really address this. I intend on writing it into the parent packet for next year. But I am so deeply offended. Offended that, yet again, the government decides what they see as addressable and what is not.

Perhaps the next time I see a fat kid, I’ll report the case to the school nurse and demand a pediatrician review the eating habits of that child. Because I can guarantee you that overweight kid will cost society more in health costs than the skinny one.

Check back in about a week. I believe I have part three of the sexuality post. An entirely different angle on this issue. I am still getting emails about it, so I feel it worthy of addressing once again.

For the remainder of this week I am in full-on responsibility mode. Much, much, much, much paperwork; I’m drowning in it.

As all my year-end business stuff and wrapping up wrestling season for our club encompasses me in it’s oh so tight, might just kill me grasp; I do hang out on Twitter.

It’s very possible that this little means of communication will close down this page, and REALLY never give me a reason to visit MySpace or Facebook.

It’s super easy to create a Twitter account, and there you can chastise me.

Track me down.

I know I’m not really here much anyway, but that doesn’t mean that I’m not online. I spend far too much time reading news and have come to the conclusion that I have a problem. I am addicted to news, I feed off of it, I can’t get enough of it.

My name is Stacy, and I’m a news junkie. It ends here. I need my life back. I think I’ll start listening to AM radio again while I accomplish my work and chores, I did it for years, I’ll just to it again.

E-mail is always open.