Picture Story Books

STORY 1:




Peaceful and lit waiting for the eve of the Christmas that will begin in just 24 hours from the time the bright flashing bulbs engulfed the village from up above....




The dew Drops remain a constant glitter as the Christmas Magic begins to slowly take place. Now 24 hours until Christmas Eve....





I spy the white chocolate Covered Pretzels harvested by the Farmer as his daughter walks their pup near the home of the globe eagerly waiting for the special magic that only Christmas time brings...



The love birds gaze into each others eyes, no need for mistletoe, just silence as they communicate by the passion seen from Gods gift of sight...

Twinkling lights from the stores that remain open are not on their minds, now on the eve before Christmas eve, diversity doesn't matter to them, only their love matters. Nothing else but love matters to them, and they're able to forget about all the material possessions this world tries to ingest upon them, as they both pucker up equally, balanced as always, their relationship founded and navigated on their magic, and they prepared to lean in for that passionate kiss.




The bright lights from above them shine down, and remind them that they are connected within this magical universe, that they were led to one another by powers stronger then the constant flashing of bulbs thatseem to keep flashing and flickering above their quiet gazebo...

The walk towards spirituality this wise couple you can see, hands clasped and anxious to feel the magic from within the chapel. They have on their special Holiday wear, ready to begin their own traditions him and her. From the gospel and truth that they will soon be hearing, the ringing of the bells being played up in the front of the church from the handbell choir, the organ is tuning and they are anxious to be seated in their normal spot at their favorite spot within the church, like habit, they sit in their pew, waiting to hear what their Pastor will share with them, the meaning of Christmas, and they anticipate their own growing faith, adding more within their Soul each and every day.

The conversations between a young girl and her grandpa, the "old salt" he calls himself, and she shakes her head 'no,' looking up towards him with her innocent youthful spirit, her earnest eyes filled with so many questions, but not tonight, for instead of seeking all the answers from her wise Grandpa, instead of taking the love he gives to her unconditionally, she gives to him instead.

She gingerly turns her head, and looking up to him with her big blue eyes, she expresses, "no, you're my grandpa, and here, on this night, it is my turn to give, and I would like you to have my share of these chestnuts. "

She lifts the heavy torn bag of chestnuts excited to share a special moment with her "old salt.."

The one with the answers and wonderful stories gazes down at his special grandchild, and with a salute and a nod of his head, he adjusts the pipe in his mouth and exclaims, "I would be delighted and honored to have your share, if you'll allow me to share my share that was yours with you and the hungry critters behind you.."

The children enjoying the snowfall, climbing up their nature blessed hill, gleefully prepare to zoom down towards their little town that rests quietly below. The little blond haired girl worries, as she sees someone being a bit too reckless for their own good, and yelling out over the thrills of the other ones, she screams, "WATCH OUT FOR THE COBBLESTONE ROAD BELOW!!"

The athletic and daring little skier not hearing the cries from the girl up on their nature made hill, glides softly down her ski slope, daring the sky as well as her ski's to carry her straight onto the cobblestone road. Not worrying about falls, or scrapes, she knows that she'll get right back up. She won't let a little pavement stand in her way as she grasps her world by her ski poles and challenges nature to challenge her more, growing in spirit, she fearlessly enjoys the magical rush towards their little resting town below..

3 Birds fly to reach a quenching quiet spot. Sharing water ,no matter that they sing different tunes, or that they show different colors, they reach this quiet spot together. They gather in unison and drink from the same, each fortunate for a sip and a spot to rest their wings for the night, as they plan to glide up towards the dew drop tree and sing their eve songs for the magic that waits this special quiet little town...

Those tiny 3 look off at the lights, knowing that behind those brick walls, all is good, and they may be given one more night to carry on with their special song...



The reminder of what Christmas is all about, seen etched into the world of their tiny little village.

This is the End of this story here.

(remember my Christmas Villages, well, I finally got around to posting pictures of them that I had taken a day before Christmas eve!!)

Storybook 2:

My eyes are so excited for tomorrow morning, I will rise early to see what Santa has brought me, but not before I test Santa's good or bad list one last time on Christmas eve, by climbing on my Mommy's footrest instead of doing what she asks. But mommy doesn't mind, she captures my youth and my mischievous eyes, as she bends the rules because after all, it IS Christmas Eve. Soon I will be tucked in my bed, tossing and turning, not able to sleep, so my mommy that silly girl, allows me to get my energy out, even though I know I shouldn't be standing on her furniture...

The day is finally here, and I look around for any extra reminders that Santa may have left behind besides his very messy white size double my daddy's feet white shoe prints left from the fireplace up to the Christmas Tree. I take a moment and slow my 3 year old body down, and peacefully as Christmas Day starts to unfold after the presents are opened, I enjoy a quiet moment to myself, to gaze out at this mystical world that holds many unopened gifts for me that I don't even know yet exist....

That is the two page story of Sullivan.

STORY 3:

SPATULA MEETS 18months of 13hour Energy...

"Hmmm, I've never had this before, I think I will see how well it tastes. Mommy says its the spatula from her sugar Christmas cookies that she makes with her yummy orange juice frosting, but this is just the batter and it's my first time, so I need to take things slow..."

"HEY, how'd that get there? I could get used to this taste!!..."

"I see, if I use my fingers and swipe that cream colored smooth edge, I can get even more for my palate."

"You know what? I'll do it the right way, old school, forget my fingers, I shall just lick lick lick it away...mmmmmmmmm, I want more, MORE, MORE!!!...

"EH? NO!!!!!! Mommy says it's time to take away that smooth colored wonder, why? I just got started? Please more?...." "Mommy shook her head no, she's taking it away...."

"Oh I AM Sooooo mad! Look at the side of my face near my temple, When I am practicing for the terrible twos my temple crunches up because I am ready to let the floodgates open!! Life isn't fair!!"

"Oh my, I'm crushed, I want that sweetness, and she wiped it away with that wet square she uses after I always fill my belly..Please, just one more taste, I am your baby, it's Christmas, won't you please bend the rules!!"

"SHE BENT THE RULES! I think I still have some tears near my eyes..ahhhhhhh, the taste of victory..I know she won't let me get away with my toddler tantrums but she bent the rules this one time!!"

"I am never letting go of this Spatula, it is me, and I am it, We are home and my tongue has witnessed wonderland to the taste of my mommy's delicious baking!! I could get use to this!!"

"Okay, it's been two days since that Spatula day, and I am feeling much better, a bit of a Cookie batter Hangover that lingered until Christmas day, but here it is the day after Christmas, My Saba and Safta surprised us and flew in, and my general 13 hour busy work day with my peaceful disposition is back. I've tucked away my terrible two's until a later date, after all, I'm 18+ months, shy of 2 until July 17Th, I'll wait to play those toddler cards, until a later date..."

The END...

Story 4:

The Anticipation and Departure of the Beloved Sea Monkeys:

"Hi, I am the JACK ATTACK, and I am doing my Sea Monkey dance, for you because I was given Sea Monkey's from Santa and I can't wait to watch them hatch and grow. It's quite a process and my mom was the first one to exclaim that when she read their 19page owners manual. You see, you have to clean out and sterilize the container, and then after bringing the bottled or tap water to a certain heated degree, you are to put the water into the container, making sure the container or tank sits for at least 24 hours. But that's not before you add the purifier to the water and stir it slowly for at least 30seconds. Mommy and I will follow those directions that were provided with the package and box to the tee. We plan on starting this process the week the day that I return to school, in the morning. So I have to wait almost two weeks, but that's alright, because I'm Ninja JACK!"

"Guess what, it's Monday the day that I return to school. Mommy thought it would be interesting to take a picture of it and when I asked her why, she told me because she never knew that growing or hatching sea monkeys were such a process. There's even a website to visit: http://www.seamonkeys.com/. I can purchase diamond rocks to help them make their children and I can buy them special treats and my mom said I'll be able to use my commission that I am going to start earning for doing 100% of selected jobs. I'll have a biweekly performance review to see how I'm doing, and based on the jobs that I completed, and how well, and often, I will receive my commission. Mommy and Daddy may even include a bonus based on my review. I can't wait to start the monkeys..The water is about ready to be filled and all I have to do is wait until tuesday to watch these special brine fish grow. They'll hatch out of their powdered packet, and will be the size of the period at the end of this sentence..."

"It's Tuesday, I've added packet number 2 and it was really hard to see the eggs hatching, but I did see little specks float up to the surface of the container that will now be their home. Mom said the directions state that they, my pet Sea Monkeys need to be placed in a window that faces either North or South, but my bedroom windows faces west, so mom said we'll find a heat lamp that the directions suggested work well. I don't have to feed them until two days from now, and tomorrow, wednesday, I will get to give them their' irrigation shower' by blowing bubbles into their water home by the special blue bulb that came with my kit. Mom laughed real hard when she pulled out the blue bulb, I don't know why though..."

"It's now wednesday evening and I sat there and watched Mom blow the bubbles into the tank, I was nervous that I would hurt my Sea Monkey babies as they are oh so tiny, so I asked mommy to please do the irrigation blowing because the directions say that it helps them grow twice their size super duper fast, and it also says to do it carefully, so mommy is going to do it for me..."

Unfortunately the Sea Monkeys were met by the grasp of the 13hour worker. A babe compared to his two older brothers, but big enough to be able to stretch his hand up on the table and reach for items that if grasped would break the heart of a 6 year old boy. SPLASH! Down on the kitchen floor splays the water with the Sea Monkey babies not long after they were given their "growth serum of bubblations." Sobs and heart break from dear Jackson, exclaiming, "are the babies dead? Are they dead? Mommy, look, can you pick them up? Now their gone! Ben ruined my sea monkey's home. He grabbed the container and spilled it all over the floor of the kitchen."

His sobs shuddered against his body as his tears rolled down off his face onto the nook of his mommy's embrace. His heart so big, so sensitive, he feels so much that this little mishap affected him so. Promises to replace don't work well with this soul. He feels so much, and is so aware and kind, he so looked forward to this new venture, that it just crushed him. Feeble sugestions to order more packet number 2 eggs didn't help. He wanted his Sea Monkeys back, his babies that he patiently waited for are now gone.

The story ends here with warm special gifts, today is now Thursday a day after the Sea Monkeys moved to another place. As Jackson sat rocking in the very chair that I once rocked his little infant body, he leapt out of the glider and bounded over to me.
"here mommy, I have a gift for you, I know it's not your birthday until tomorrow, but look, LOOK WHAT I DID ALL BY MYSELF!!"

"I LOVE MY MOOMEY!"

As you can see, he wrote that he loves me, he loves his mom, his beloved Moomey!
I can't begin to tell you how much I wanted to cry when he handed me his special gift. For those of you that are parents, I'm sure you'll understand. The gift that my son gave me just goes to show that although he may be more sensitive than others, for he is a lot like me, he also heals quickly, and is so willing to show those that he loves all his special gifts. For me to see this one day shy of 33 brought intense moving joy, another reminder about the joys that I have with my young 6 year old.

My three boys, equally are gifts and no matter what I've been given in materialistic form, nothing can replace the words written by my 6 year old that has written on his own, for no reason, his I love you's. They've given me such joy, I'm so confident to say, that without a doubt I know, going into 33 will be a wonderful year indeed.

THE END TO THAT STORY

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THE beginning of 33!
A special thank you to my dear friend Diane, over at 'Co-EXIST' for sending me a wonderful enchanting gift that also made my day, today!Thank you Diane, you brought a smile to my face, your words mean a lot, you are a valuable person, an engaging writer, and I'm glad to have you as a friend!!

If you get a chance, go out and pick up her book, FLYING OVER MIDNIGHT! It is a remarkable story about a woman that evolves with the changes of life. I started the book last saturday and could NOT put it down, I closed it Saturday night, and WOW what a book!! Highly suggested! You will not be sorry!

Welcome To Crustybeef~
I'm out of stories for the night, Greys Anatomy is over and I bid you goodnight. I'll chat with you all later!!

Even More Magic

"Step away from the tree!"




Early morning temptations with the village people.






He really truly does give the best Sulli Snuggle Hugs,
naturally here it looks more like a choke hold.
If you ever have the pleasure of having a famous Sulli Snuggle hug,
it will leave you with warm and fuzzys, I guarantee it!










Lately he's been doing this "thing" where
he sticks his hand down the front of his pants,
who does he think he is, Al Bundy?





Benjamin and Sullivan dancing to Christmas Music
while Jackson is still sleeping, a few mornings ago around quarter of 8am.

TRALALALALAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA LALALALAAAAAAAAAAAA.........................

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More magic will be added to the mix on our Christmas day, and this time it comes in the shape of a former Israeli Captain.

A silent and very intellectual man, he always greets you with a nod and a silently closed smile.
He'll ask about your future plans, your future goals and aspirations, and he can patiently paint color by numbers with his grandson for hours, not stopping except to only look up briefly and while nodding, say, "very very nice, Jackson."

A very hard working man, it isn't often you won't see him writing a FRESH IDEA down on his companies logo print pad. You'll see him punching in some digits or letters on his Crackberry while his wife, my mother in law, rolls her eyes and says, "Thaaaaaaaaaaaattt's MY HUSBAND," smiling all along.

Our ever aware firstborn even expressed his concern over his Saba's use of the laptop, back when he was only 3 or 4, "Safta, he is always on his 'puter, when is Saba going to stop typing on his puter?"

But when he laughs, oh, how my father in law laughs. His entire body shakes before the sounds leave his mouth, the corners of his eyes prepare themselves with his hidden laugh lines, and his eyes glimmer with laughter. And he will just laugh and laugh. His way is contagious and if you're in a bad mood, and you catch this refined man laughing, he will pull you in with his witty one liners, and ever so contagious giggles, you will finish laughing by wiping the tears away from your eyes.

So in only 3 days excluding today, the very spot that you see our three rocking below, will be not one, but now two, special packages in big red bows, compliments of a nearby Lexus Dealership down in Florida.

Definitely is a magical time.

Welcome To Crustybeef~
In the meantime, I have baking to do, and Pam to fight off!
My in laws will be arriving around 10:30am on Christmas day, and will be staying until Sunday evening.

Speaking of Pam, in case you've always wondered how I aid in fighting her off, I will let you in on a little secret. These magical wonders help ease the annoyance of Pam the Vacation Squashier. If you haven't picked them up yet, and she tends to give you issues, trust me, you will love these. There's only 3 in a pack, but they last for 8 hours!! And they make you feel all warm!!

And now, "WHERE'S THE BEEF?"

OVERSIZED and OVER DONE

I got this email in my spam box and it was claiming that the Christmas present of the year was this:

Personally, I have yet to see an ad inbox email, or a spam email telling me what Christmas really is. Or Hanukkah, or Kwanzaa, or for people that make the choice to not have a following faith, what they do on faith driven holidays.

My son, Sullivan, had his preschool Holiday concert last week, and I went into it grumbling mainly because of the title of the concert, "HOLIDAY." "Here we go," I thought to myself, "with the politically correct robotic dissected holiday songs." (Sullivan attends preschool at a local High school within their public school walls tucked back in the child development classroom.)

Walking into this high school, you're met with the sweet smells of chocolate chip cookies and my first thought was, "those teachers have the greatest perks." Smells of mocha and cookies drifted under my nose, craving what had to be special treats for the hard working public school teachers of today. Quite frankly teachers DO have it much harder today than of yester-years, if you ask me.

Looking straight ahead as we headed to the auditorium you are greeted with fantastic murals painted by professionals, each wing of the school has a different "saying," the one I saw first was COMMITMENT. Painted into the beautiful bricks with such time and energy, I envied the students of today that attend this school.

Open, large, windows and airy walkways, lush greens, I understood why taxes are what they are in my county. They have to be high in order to create this magical work of art into not one, but two large High schools in my town.

This school, that years ago I walked down the same halls for my senior year, only now it was all quite different. When I attended this school, it was the first year in "High school operation mode," clean and pearly, but not at all like I was seeing now. We had run out of room at the old high school, which is a story in itself, and unlucky for me I had to spend my senior year in a brand new school walking around the halls like a lost freshmen. The freshmen of that year knew more about that school than us as seniors did, because before the move occurred, it was a junior high.

Obviously remodeled some, and a wing or two added, but compared to what my eyes were discovering now, completely upgraded.

I heard people speaking in murmuring, soft tones, like you would hear when you walk into a mall food court, or maybe a venti sized room at a Starbucks. What I saw next, really threw me for a loop, and for a few seconds, I craved to return to my high school days in present form.

For ahead of me, down the hall, was this lush looking wide open lounge area, cushy and inviting, with smells of mocha and cookies. A woman standing in the middle of this lounge, enclosed in this upscale style wooden creation. It was a beautiful wooden carved Barista stand, serving oversized cookies, muffins and other desserts to her paying customers, and also providing them with warm hot sipping chocolate, or some type of delicious looking warm drink. One of Sullivan's teachers (a HS student) turned to me and said, "that's our commons area, where we can sit in between classes, during our reading periods, and get cookies and juices, maybe some muffins, your general run of the mill Continental breakfast, or if we've elected to have an extra study hall, we can sit out there."

WHAT?!! You mean those smells of cookies, and blueberry scones weren't coming from the teachers lounge? This is for the students? Are you kidding me?

So, students are not allowed to talk about God in public schools, they're not allowed to say Merry Christmas, or make any sort of Holy mention, but they're given a Barista stand that they can pay for sweets? I know that this has NOTHING to do with God, but seriously, is it necessary to give "kids" ages 14-18 all these luxuries within their school walls? Personally I would think that this over indulging privilege could ultimately cause more harm than good. It could teach them how to become even more pampered and spoiled and conditioned to these forms of luxuries. To have everything at their fingertips with their IPODS, their MP3s, (are those extinct yet?) their cell phones, wireless access within school walls so for the "kids" that have laptops, they're able to log into their Myspace pages and update their friends list during school periods. How is that teaching discipline? How is that teaching them to work harder for their own future? Everything is just so accessible for them. All they have to do is point, click, and order, and there you have it, how hard was that for them?

Now I know it's probably not like that in all High schools, and I know part of the reason is

because I do live in a rather wealthy town. However, as I've stated and written about before, I just don't think it's necessary to advertise all our wealth with all these extra privileges. Especially when it comes to our children.

It's overdone, and supersized, and it concerns me that these students have no idea what it's like to be in a humble environment. So these students can come from their large homes, which hopefully are the result of hard working adults, and even though I don't think it's necessary to own a 6 bedroom home for 2 children, it was their decision after all, however, I have a right to feel that things should be kept a tad simpler. Mainly it seems as though these kids have all the same perks at High school that they do at home. Why does the school feel the need to have to keep up with their students parents? We're supposed to be teaching our children at home and at school fundamentals that improve self worth, as well as not to strive to "keep up with the jones. "

Just because we all may have these nice homes, does not in anyway mean that a school should have a barista. Just because these children are given Land Rovers at the age of 16 from their parents, does not mean it should trickle out into the schools. Shame on the District. Shame on the School. It just seems over indulging. So materialism gets their way into the school walls, but God can't have any mention? Seems unfair to me. But than again, when have you ever seen God asking for a cup of java?

I do have to say I was quite surprised when we were seated in the auditorium for Sulli's class concert, because would you believe they sang an actual Christmas song? They also sang a Hanukkah song, a Kwanzaa song, and a song that made no mention of any type of faith. They basically covered it all. Which really surprised me, more so than the cookie serving barista, because here I am going on about all their spoils, and then they surprise us with songs of diversification. Finally, at least for a moment, within the auditorium that I once danced my senior dance up on that same stage, they gave mention to Co-existence.

Why can't it always be like that?
What's wrong with teaching diversification instead of teaching removal or alienation? Why can't those that have labeled faiths be allowed to express themselves just as much as those that have made their own heartfelt decision not to follow any labeled faith? They can talk about Santa Claus in school, but they can't mention Christ?

They can talk about getting presents for the holidays, but they can't sing Silent Night?

A teacher can send home print outs about Saint Nick with dimes attached to them, but Heaven help us if a school would like to have a moment of silence.

Sure, Crustybeef, you want a faith school, than enroll your kids into a religious school. No, that's not my point. Religion doesn't have to be taught in school, but why can't those that follow labeled faiths not be able to recognize it? How come I have to pay to say God by means of private schooling, but those that have made their decision to not follow any written faith don't have to? It may sound petty, but it's still not equal. So basically, those that have made their decision not to follow Jesus, or God, or Allah, are covered, but the rest of us, aren't. Nothing against anyone that follows their own idea of faith, I am just so fed up of reading about not having Christmas within the walls of school, or any holiday that represents faith.

It's all outrageous. Sadly, it's also hopeful dreaming to actually think that someday it will change.

If only school boards would recognize a way to incorporate all faiths, correction, all beliefs. After all, we all come from different backgrounds, and that in itself is a difference, so why can't we express our faiths within the school, when it comes to what we believe? They can give those that don't believe what they want, but aren't they discriminating against those that follow a labeled faith? In my world, I think it's discrimination. Please don't forget, this is coming from someone that is in an interfaith marriage, that has children that are a mix between Scottish, Jewish, Cherokee Indian, French-gasp!- German -GASPGASP!-Irish, Swedish, some of my relatives have Greek in them, some Italian, some African American, I can't forget Scottish too, and please for my family members that do take the time to read this, whatever ones I may have not mentioned here, please remind me, not my point at all, and more so a run on of words, but the point is, if we can at least try to Co-exist, why can't schools do the same? After all, they've proven that they can keep up with the materialism, so why can't they keep up with the diversification?

Welcome To Crustybeef~
How's that for an oversized random run on?

So, Merry Christmas.

Happy Kwanzaa.

Happy Hanukkah.

Happy to whatever you believe.

(in no specific order)

I embrace difference, in fact I welcome it!

What I struggle with is why can't others? In any form, not just within school, but outside of it?

In fact I think if it was all "one way," it would be rather dull?

Call it what you want, but the fact is, it isn't equal in the public schools of today. Perhaps my childish approach to it is just what it is, childish, and I should just shuuuuudddup, and go order my cookie at the HS barista stand. I wonder if they have free coffee mondays????

Yom Kippur

Just a quick morsel of a posting.
I received this email from a reader, and was asked to pass along this wonderful message.
I'm passing this along to all my readers, regardless of your faith.

And don't worry,
Am I asking you to log on Friday evening?
No.

I'm just showing you that people can CoExist. The following email is just an example-the email is truthful..and I liked the way it was written. Mainly because they included both the Jewish faith, and the Non Jewish faith:

"Hey there!

After checking out your blog, I think I have some post-worthy news for you!

On September 21, JewishTVNetwork will be the first broadband network ever to stream the holiest Jewish prayer, Kol Nidre, live on Yom Kippur directly from the Wilshire Boulevard Temple .

Through www.JewishTVNetwork.com, Jews across the globe can participate in the High Holiday service even if they can’t make it to synagogue. This first-ever broadcast is bound to bring a global Jewish audience together, reinforcing their sense of community, worship and faith. And for those non-Jews interested in observing the celebration, this event will provide an inside look at the rituals and traditions that color the Jewish experience.

It sounds like your readers may find great interest in this event. Let me know what you think!

Best,
Gabriela


Gabriela AnastasiomPRm Public Relations Los Angeles , CA 90036 Tel: www.mprm.com"***

Welcome To Crustybeef~
I will be observing -and will be breaking the fast at sundown Saturday evening at a fellow friends home. New York bagels are being flown in straight from NY..I'm not joking either..
YUM!!
***I removed The telephone number, main street address and fax number listed for this individual. If you are interested in contacting them, feel free to email me and I'd be happy to provide you with the email, and mailing address. :)***

Mrs. Judgey Judgerson

"I can't believe that this Friday is the Pre-K picnic, and school's done." Crustybeef



"It always goes by so fast." JudgeyJudgersonBugeyedfreak



"I agree, and it's hard being that Syd won't be going here next year." Hot40somethingmom



"We'll have to orchestrate some summer play dates to keep the kids involved with each other until they transition into their new schools." Crustybeef



"Oh most definitely." Hot40somethingmom



"We'll get something organized this Friday at the picnic." Hot40somethingmom



"Sounds good, except I'll only be able to attend the picnic for about a half an hour this Friday, my mom will be there after I leave, to hang out with Jackson." Crustybeef



"Why aren't you staying with him being that it's his last day of Pre-K?" Judgeyjudgersonbugeyedfreak



"Bigdogg and I are leaving friday late morning to go to New York for a wedding." Crustybeef



"Without your chilDRENNN??" Judgeyjudgersonbugeyedfreak



"Oh that will be wonderful, you'll have a great time. You definitely deserve it. Just watching you this entire year every Tuesday and Thursday caravan in with your three boys is exhausting. I'm sure this trip is long overdue. I can't manage my one, how you do it* with three..." Hot40somethingmom



(THE MAGIC WORDS EVERYMOM NEEDS TO HEAR, thank you very much!!)*



"I'm definitely looking forward to it that's for sure. Biggdogg and I haven't had anytime away solo since our honeymoon, and that was quite some years ago." Crustybeef



"But you're going to miss Jack's last day of school, doesn't that make you feel bad?" Judgeyjudgersonbugeyedfreak



"mmm, not really, it's not like we're missing his HS graduation, it is just a picnic, and fortunately for me I have family that are able to substitute for me." Crustybeef



"What church are they getting married in?" Judgeyjudgersonbugeyedfreak



"They're not marrying in a church, it's a Jewish wedding." Crustybeef



"A Jewish wedding?" Judgeyjudgersonbugeyedfreak



"Yes, a beautiful Jewish ceremony that will occur at sundown, Saturday evening." Crustybeef



"So, you're missing your son's LAST DAY OF SCHOOL, to go to a Jewish wedding that doesn't even occur until Saturday? It's ashame. After all you could leave Saturday." Judgeyjudgersonbugeyedfreak



"Doesn't that make you feel uncomfortable, being that you're a CHRISTIAN, and you're attending a JEWISH ceremony, not to mention having to miss out on a meaningful day for your son?" Judgeyjudgersonbugeyedfreak



"Not one single bit. Until you've actually witnessed a ceremony like this, it's hard to explain, but they are the MOST BEAUTIFUL and meaningful ceremonies that I've seen." Crustybeef



"I have friends back home in Michigan that are jewish." Hot40somethingmom



"I would NEVER miss out on my children's important milestones to attend a service that doesn't represent my own faith." Judgeyjudgersonbugeyedfreak



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Again with the judging. Little does this moronmom know that I have internal struggles being that there are times that I actually feel bad for biggdogg. After all, he's the only one in his family that married a Shiksa Goddess . That I do stick out like a sore thumb at many family events being that I have a christian faith. Not to mention, blond hair, blue eyes and a smidge of German heritage. I adapt well, luckily, and I love his family with all my heart. They've never once judged me for my faith. Not once. You would think that the judging would come from them, versus someone "from" my "own faith."



Thankfully I won't have to deal with this broad next year.



Thankfully not everyone that is of Christian faith in my life, judges the interfaith marriage that bigdogg and I have.



If that was the case, I think it would be safe to say that I would truly consider converting. Why belong to a faith when the people surrounding you have difficulties supporting your decisions? I'd much rather belong to a faith where people truly accept you for who you are.



They accept my soul. They love me. They love me with their son, brother, grandson, and nephew.

There have been outsiders of the Jewish faith that have been rather open with me regarding my religion. But not family members. Funny thing is, I have no problem explaining to the Jewish women how we'll raise our children. Yet, put me in a confrontation with this judgeyjudgersonbugeyedfreak, and my skin boils with anger. Why is that? She's of my "own faith," and I have a harder time explaining the beliefs to her, than I do towards some Jewish "outsider?"



Does that make me a betrayer of my own faith? That I can't stand up for someone else's faith with confidence? Am I a Judas follower?



Or is it just because this woman has found it necessary every opportunity she gets, to make me feel like everything I'm doing for my life, my husbands life and my children's life, is completely wrong?



It does upset me more than I lead to believe. The main issue is overcoming diversity. And I'm sure, without a doubt that there are many more of these "judgersons" in the world. How will we ever accept others, if we don't try? It's working in this house, and perhaps that's all that matters. But it does get old when you're constantly putting up your force field to protect yourself from the stones that this moronmom has thrown at throughout this year.



Unreal.



Welcome To crustybeef~

Pardon me while I go pray to G-d in hopes of understanding this dreadful woman. Maybe I should walk into the school tomorrow, wearing Bigdoggs kippah.