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It's more than just a robot.....

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When I took my son to the high school for freshman orientation, I was more terrified than anything else.  My baby boy was going to HIGH SCHOOL.  My youngest.  My last.  My son.  I was so busy worrying about what could go wrong, that I didn't even think about what could go right!

He came home and said, Mom, I want to join the robotics team.  I kind of gave him the "side eye" and was like...ok..... (and in my head wondered what in the everloving heck a robotics team DOES). I was worried about him being labeled or thought of as weird, and didn't even know a single THING about robotics.

Boy did I learn.  Did I ever.  The first event I went to with him was an event called T.H.O.R., which stands for Thundering Herd Of Robots.  As I sat in the stands and watched for the first time what these kids could do, I literally fell in love.  Like head over heels whole heartedly in love.  FIRST Robotics is a worldwide organization that promotes ideas like Diversity.  Cooperation.  T…

I'm Mad as Hell and I'm going to say something about it

In this time of political craziness, correctness and full out controversy; I wanted to just put something out there to illuminate MY position on some things.  
I cannot claim to know how to fix everything.  It's a damned if you do and damned if you don't sort of thing in some ways.  But what I do know is:
I fill out forms multiple times a year for my patients to have energy assistance.  Many of them are on fixed income, and if the power or heat gets turned off and they have a home oxygen concentrator; they could die.  Period.  I had one patient who had his power turned off; EMS went in there because he called with breathing difficulty and his O2 was at 72%.  For anyone that knows ANYTHING about oxygen; that's critical.  He ended up dying.  
I've had patients call and cancel their appointments because they can't drive and can't get anyone to bring them.  Medicaid will provide transportation to appointments, but Medicare won't.  So if the elderly that rely on Me…

The highs, lows, angst and joy of job change

When you start a new job, it takes a while to get acclimated. You have to find out where everything is, learn the written and unwritten rules and it often takes a while to settle in. Oftentimes that transition is a lot easier if you join a company or office that you already have friends at. It makes things a bit easier, because you have that relationship with them that exists outside the workplace. And after you've been there for a while, you make new friends. You end up spending more time with them than you do with your own family in some cases.  These are the people you talk to, day in and day out, and they carve out a very important space in your life. Of course it's hard to have those feelings about EVERYONE you work with, because let's face it, most offices/teams/organizations have "that guy" or "that girl" that is a pain in the ass to work with and at the end of the day you escape from their presence like a Little Tykes wagon full of possessed dol…

Thank you Mr. President....

Our country is on the verge, for the second time in recent presidential memory, of something historic. Donald Trump becomes the President of the United States today, and a great many things will change. Over the past few months there has been so much back and forth between supporters and detractors, resistors and engagers, that it's hard to find anything people can agree on. One of the most often heard statements I've heard is how badly President Obama screwed up our country and that he didn't do anything right. Well, here is what he did right for me.

In August of 2005, I was a stay at home mom with a 4 year old and an 8 year old. One afternoon, I sent my then husband an email asking him what time I should meet him for lunch. His reply? I want a divorce. Get a job so I don't have to support you. So, I did. In January of 2006 I got my first job in five years. I made a whopping $11 an hour. My ex husband had been having an affair with another woman, and was planning on m…

Sadness and hope....

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The events of November 9th changed all Americans just a little.  The day of the presidential election dawned, and I don't think anyone could have ever expected exactly what was to play out.  It was like a comedy, a drama, a horror film and science fiction all rolled into one.  Donald Trump, a billionaire reality tv star was elected President of the United States.  People cheered, they jeered, they cried, they laughed, and they knew that the America we live in was going to change forever.

There has been so much in the news, on social media, hell everywhere about Trump and people's reactions to him winning.  So much hate filled speech, name calling, trolling and out and out hatred has bled into the very fabric of our every day lives since election day, and it has broken up friendships, alienated neighbors, and caused people to question some of the very things they hold dear.  I have limited my social media access because of it.  My emotions are too raw, the anxiety too high and …

It's time for the Butterfly to emerge courtesy of Emerging Hopes......

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I have never ever been shy about my struggles with my weight.  In junior high, I was a women's size 14 and cannot ever remember being "small".  I was athletic, I played softball and ran track; but I was always "big".  I developed and blossomed very quickly and was always self conscious of my size.  I used humor and being very friendly to draw attention away from the way that I felt about myself.  I wasn't able to wear the cute clothes that my friends were, but I made my own style that I was comfortable with.

As I got older, the weight started to creep up, but not so quickly that I took a huge notice.  I knew that I was overweight, and things started to fit worse, so I moved up a size, then another, and then another. But I was eating the same amounts that I was before and still "felt" good.  I didn't have high blood pressure or diabetes.  I didn't have joint pain.  So I called myself "healthy" fat.

When my then husband walked out…

Stand up. Sit down. And listen.

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I am a Black woman.  I am a mother.  A sister.  A daughter. A wife.  But in the eyes of the world, the very first thing that I am is Black.  All over the country over the past two days has been news of the killing of Alton Sterling.  Video upon video shared for the world to see.  The thing that struck me the most, was his son.  I know there will be fingers pointed.  His entire life will be torn apart and scrutinized.  Did he have a gun?  Was he on drugs?  Did he have a record?  What did he do to provoke the officers?  I hope that all of the questions surrounding this horrible act will be answered.  One thing is clear however.  There is a 15 year old boy out there who sobbed as if his heart was broken.  He lost his father.  Not only did his father die, his father's last moments were videotaped for the entire world to see.  He saw his father subdued by the police.  He heard the six shots that went into his father's body.  He saw him laying there, in a parking lot, bleeding.  He …