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Kevin Lehman is funny and uses a weekly cartoon/email to make his point.
He takes the edge off the difficult work of relationship.



Relationship Red Flags--- #1 ImmaturityThe divorce rate for 21- and 22-year-olds is twice as high as it is for 24- and 25-year-olds. The fact is, kids younger than their mid-20's really don't know who they are yet, even though we call them "adults." Consequently, they really cannot know who to look for in a mate, or what they have to offer in a marital relationship. In my 30 years of clinical practice I've found that people who don't know themselves very well don't make particularly good choices in relationships.
. Dr. Kevin Leman, Bestselling author on Relationship

Went to sleep early last night, so am up at 4 a.m this morning for awhile..
So it takes awhile to pull in my 50 daily emails, how do I narrow that down?
And in one of them is this legislative alert for Frostbrn in Wa. state
Terry Schiavo has been given a 2 day reprieve from her death sentence.
We don't treat death row inmates like this, yet she will be cruelly starved to death over many days. She has not had therapy in years, her husband forbids even her teeth to be cleaned. Her curtains are drawn, she is not allowed to be taken outside. Her 'husband' has 2 kids with a new woman, yet he refuses to divorce Terry. What does he stand to gain? Insurance money, or Terry talking about past abuse if she gets speech therapy. More than one therapist wants to give her speech therapy, one renowned therapist says Terri could be speaking in a matter of weeks. Yet her 'husband' denies this therapy.





Unlike Procter & Gamble, you see, politicians are legally free to mislead consumers, that is, voters, about what their products, that is, legislation, will do. An example is a bill pending in the Washington state legislature, Senate Bill 5594. It "purports to outlaw the cloning of human beings." Good. Since most Americans find human cloning repulsive, this sounds wonderful.
But, as Wesley Smith recently wrote in National Review, the bill doesn't outlaw cloning at all. Instead it takes advantage of the public's confusion about cloning to sell the moral equivalent of snake oil. To understand why this is the case, we need to understand cloning. It's a process known as "somatic cell nuclear transfer," or SCNT.
In SCNT, a "biotechnologist removes the nucleus from a mature human egg." He replaces that nucleus with "nucleus of a body cell from [a] DNA donor.…A little shot of electricity comes next, and if all goes well, a new human cloned embryo comes into being."
While all of this is much easier said than done, the important part is that "there is no more cloning to be done since a new human organism now exists."
The Washington bill, like similar legislation in New Jersey, does nothing to prevent SCNT. All it would do is prohibit implanting the cloned embryo "with the purpose of producing a human being." But since a human being has already been produced, when they use the words producing a human being, what the sponsors mean is bringing the cloned embryo to birth. Anything short of that is permissible under this bill.
You could clone human embryos and harvest stem cells, or you could grow fetuses for medical experiments, or let embryos gestate for nine months, abort them, and harvest the organs. Smith gives these moral horrors a fitting name: "fetal farming." People in the state of Washington have been misled into thinking that the bill would prevent the advent of a "Brave New World." Instead, as Smith says, it ushers it in.
This kind of deception makes Smith's Consumer's Guide to a Brave New World a must-read. The technical complexities of biotechnology make it easy to mislead the public. But euphemisms like "therapeutic cloning" are only effective when people don't know the truth.

Today was a nice day at home . Except for going out in the rain to get firewood, though that warm heat is nice.
Received a nice email from rv girl. Hope she and baby can come next weekend.
And in the research dept. , www.crossings.net
has nice articles and links about , yes, home funerals ! It is a growing , old fashioned movement.
And here all this time , I was thinking of pre-planning and giving big bucks to a funeral director . Forget that, it is natural to do this at HOME, embalming is a highly unnatural process and not required or necessary, you are allowed to build your own casket, or you can buy one online for $500! You can designate your own funeral 'director'. The impersonal, funeral homes want 2000$ up front , forget them. Guess these kind of thoughts come because I'm crossing the big 50 mark this year.
Frostbrn, keep this one for the archives .

Sometimes things are seeming to fall apart , as much as we want to deny it.
This happened to a man of old, with the wierd name of Job. ( He must have had a lifetime govt. job.) Job is beset by loss on everyside. He withsood this onslaught of collapse because he had experience a theophany-an insight into the reality of God ! We trust not because God has offered proof, but because God has shown His face. In 'Ruthless Trust", by Brendan Manning, "perserverance in the lifelong quest for greater intamacy with Jesus, no matter how often we stumble and fall, is not only the antidote for hopelessness and despair: it is the sure path to divine certitude that overcomes all doubts, anxieties , and worries.
This is our quest in the midst of uncertain days.

An American icon last night - the Superbowl! Jsparrow didn't want to watch it , so for the second half I went over to the neighbors' . Mike F. , and family. Sarah made homemade pizza!
I told her she's the marrying kind. It's important to invest some time in nieghbors.
How can Philly be so bad on clock managment? A one yard pass with less than a minute to go? THe receiver should have batted that ball down to stop the clock.
Sportshero was over at Kellogg rd friends.

I just spent an hour trying to update my profile ( and add a pic, it didn't work), and Frostbrn says he did all his neat pics in a half hour?! I am computerly slow for sure.
Frostbrn has a creative site, he is a thinker. I have the power of future vision with my 25 year advance on him. He is about people , he invokes passion and communication.
Today was the real start of the great meltdown of winter snow here. The sun was out all day, a great day to be walking in the quiet, in maildad land .
Spending time with Him, the omniscient Creator, today , daily , is still the great equalizer,
stressbuster, inside-out renewer.

Punched out at 4 pm sharp for a direct shot to freshman bball .
Arrived in the 1st qtr, it was a hot game. The frosh are gaining confidence each game,
they lost this one narrowly to rival Elmwood.
Seth says my backseat coaching help from the stands was the lockerroom talk- down with Mr Childers' coaching comments! So I ask him how Mr Moser can have his coaching comments0- the answer- well , he is a coach ! So now I have to figure to keep my comments in check, at least much more than this game

the phone rang early this morning . Seth was already in the shower as I got up to listen to the message as I let it go to the phone machine. As I knew it had to be, it was my supvr at work inviting me to work my day off. As I contemplated that thought, the window beheld another beautiful wintry morning emerging . The branches and trees had an icy covering that grew brighter as the sun emerged. Cuffy has been getting fat, mom says she needs a walk daily. Before 10 we were out collecting firewood , then off on a wintry march. The ditch is a hidden gem of wildlife. It is sidetrack of the Maumee river. Today deep snow covers its banks and is piled on its sides from the township snowplow. Every so often at the bottom where ice meets snow is a round muskrat hole with small tracks leading to it. Cuffy and I walked a long way down the ditch today on the ice, in some spots the sun was opening rivlets of running water. Cuffy is ever adventurous, popping her big nose into a hole- no prey in that one! It is a great place for reflection, God's bigness, very quiet except for the humming of electrical insulators as we pass the wooden sentries. The piled snow is so deep that the occassional passing car will not see us. I should have taken my digital camera down there