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Not Politically Correct. But Food for Thought No Less.

June 29th, 2010 by stephanie

“Aren’t you possibly just outdated and fighting it?” was the retort from the attractive television host (who is presumed gay by elite inner circles). He posed that question to his conservative guest on the screen while a gay rights activist sitting next to said host continued to verbally pound the traditional marriage proponent.

My heart sank, have we really come to the point where a majority of our citizens truly believe that marriage between a man and a woman is “archaic”? That thought saddened me greatly. Many in the main stream media, as well as those in higher institutions, have for some time now viewed folks with traditional values as just plain out of sync, or even more so, ignorant. My mind continued to spin.

What if we continue to “outdate” the man + woman = marriage equation? Where will we be in say, 25 years? You know, don’t answer that. It’s late, and I don’t want to think that hard right now as I sit here peacefully watching my dog, and the dog I took in from the flood, lazily snoring at my feet.

I guess, when it’s all said and done, what it really comes down to is this: people that spew anger or personal venom at traditional, or, Judeo-Christian values are fighting for their personal right to live the lives they themselves believe in. If they back down and accept another or opposing view, then it would prove their chosen lifestyle as perhaps “wrong”. And therein lies the rub. That would be the unthinkable for them. Therefore, in their minds, it’s something to fight for, or over. I can understand that. We fight for what we believe in.

The news anchor I was watching as well went on to berate the traditionalist. The rights activist chattered on about his personal “suffering” while stating adamantly that the courts are merely in place to protect the majority. Basically, what he was trying to say was this: if a majority of folks decide to overthrow a law (or the Constitution even) then let it be done! The people are to rule. Not the given law. Our laws are there simply to be overturned when we are ready to do so. At that point, I wasn’t feeling so great, so I turned off the television. [It brought to mind the French Revolution. Factoid for your day: we have had one Constitution in the last 200+ years while France has been through nine in the same time period!]

I had to be sure I was getting this right. Are folks today saying that if you and I decide, as a majority of course, that something once viewed as immoral or wrong, is now best for the greater good, we should simply storm the courts, prove we are the majority, and with a wave of our angry fists overturn laws we deem “archaic” or ill placed ?

It’s a fair and weighty question. Is the country we live in today truly what our forefathers envisioned? Are we the people today holding firm to that for which they willingly sacrificed their very fortunes, their lives and their sacred honor?

This discussion may be a bit melodramatic for some, I would imagine. But one thing is pretty clear: there are a lot of people out there still loving, living, and dying for this country. They are not fighting for a personal vendetta. They are fighting for freedom. They fight for historic principles, and for many, their personal faith.

Here’s where I get concerned: if America is the land of the free, and it is, and if you and I are free to believe and worship as we choose, and we still supposedly are, and, if freedom of thought is encouraged, and it still is, then when people demand that I respect their thoughts, shall I not in turn demand they respect mine? Seems fair enough to me.

Maybe those in our midst who feel “otherwise” about moral issues, marriage, or whatever deep seeded belief need to be reminded of that fact. And maybe the fire in the bellies that we are seeing of late is an awakening of sorts that lies within this truth. Maybe the battle we hoped to keep at a distance, that for awhile was in our own living rooms (or bedrooms) is making its way into the town square. If “free to be you and me” is truly the order of the day, then I can see why people are beginning to boldly state and declare the freedoms they personally hold dear.

Just my thoughts.
S.

Welcome Pranzo Cafe’ Guests.

June 25th, 2010 by stephanie

For those of you who joined us at Pranzo Cafe’ last night, perhaps this is your first time to visit this site. If that’s the case: WELCOME. We are so glad you’re here.

It was a fun night to be sure out at Music Row on the roundabout. The food was great, the venue was perfect and the company was spectacular. There were lots of laughs and chatting and we ended up with standing room only!

We even had a celebrity guest phone in. None other than actress, model, author and more Jennifer O’Neill herself treated us to a chat by phone. As usual, Jen was a delight. I wish each of you could meet her in person. She’s simply the best. Jen graciously did the Foreword to my book: When You Grow Up & Get…Single. And it was a treat to hear her take on the subject.

So, if you’re new, be sure to take a look around.

Again, we’re just glad you’re here!

S.

Happy 1st Day of Summer. Officially, that is.

June 21st, 2010 by stephanie

So, did you know that today you can plan for about 15 hours of sunlight? It’s true. Welcome to the Summer Solstice. The longest day of the year for those of us in the Northern Hemisphere.

Solstice only happens twice a year. Summer and Winter. And the Summer Solstice marks the time from spring planting to autumn harvest.

For you scientific types, it’s the day when the sun is farthest north.

If you’re over in the British Isles, you might whoop it up at Stonehenge with the celebratory crowd there that dances the night away.

The rest of us, can enjoy a day full of sunlight and embrace the steamy season that lies ahead.
S.

Father’s Day.

June 20th, 2010 by stephanie

If you are a Father on this day, well wishes are warmly sent your way.

If you have a father, I hope you reached out by phone or plan to spend a little time with old dad today.

It’s one day of the year to make dad smile for sure. Make it the best you are able.
🙂
S.

Wave Your Colors. Wear ’em Proud.

June 13th, 2010 by stephanie

I hope you have a flag somewhere. One that you can hang out in front of your home, or, perhaps place in your window. Maybe you have one of those table top stands that make for setting a flag on your kitchen or dining room table or even your desk at work. Why? Because June 14 is FLAG DAY!
FALD DAY
“So”, you ask. “Just where did this special day come from?” Well now, please allow me to divulge. 🙂

President Woodrow Wilson, back in 1916, issued a proclamation that officially established June 14 as Flag Day. But it wasn’t until August 1949 that National Flag Day was established by an Act of Congress.

Flag Day is not an official federal holiday. But, the great Keystone State, Pennsylvania, became the first (and only) U.S. state to celebrate Flag Day as a state holiday. For you infomaniacs, you can find the offical statute in Title 36 of the United States Code, Subtitle I, Part A, CHAPTER 1, § 110.

But, know this: it is at the President’s discretion to proclaim officially the observance. So be in watch…

Flag Day used to actually include Parades and Festivities. One of the longest-running Flag Day parades is actually held annually in Quincy, Massachusetts (home of President John Adams and Abigail). Quincy celebrations began in 1952.

Appleton Wisconsin’s Flag Day Parade will (celebrating their 60th this year) will feature the U.S. Navy.

The largest Flag Day ? Well, it’s held annually in Troy, New York, and patterns itself after the Quincy parade drawing up to 50,000 spectators!

The oldest continuing Flag Day parade? Fairfield, WA. Since 1909 or 1910, Fairfield has held a parade every year since and will celebrate the “Centennial” parade this year!
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So there you have it. Wave your colors today. Wear them proud.

Just my thoughts.
S.

Burned Bridge Ahead. Watch for Falling Ash.

June 8th, 2010 by stephanie

Have you ever watched someone throw a tantrum? Maybe you have a tendency to burst out yourself. Most of us at one point or another have had the um…pleasure?
Maybe you have recently been on the receiving end of someone’s temper. Those moments, along with the people who inflict them, usually wreak havoc on whoever is in the room. When a person loses their cool, they leave a path of destruction before storming off– supposedly never to be seen or heard from again. I have found it interesting however, that Ironically, without fail, they come back! After repeated incidences, where we observe them acting out, then taking their marbles and going home, you’d think they’d finally make good on their promise and stay away. But nooooo. They usually return–just like the tide.

The amazing thing to me, is the “how” they return. Out of the blue, they reappear. Usually unannounced. All happy and ready to start fresh. As if nothing ever happened. And you and I are supposed to play along. Smile. Make nice. One thought here: Elephant in the room!
Strange.

I always wonder what goes on in the minds of these people. I wonder if it even dawns on them that they have hurt anyone that is in their radius. But when I think about it, I don’t think they really care. Or, at least, I don’t think they can care. You can’t act like that and care about anyone other than yourself. Stranger still, they seem to generally rationalize their behavior. I guess they want you and I to just “accept” the fact that they are supposedly “passionate”, emotional people? It’s all good– in their minds. Whatever…

A friend of mine admitted to me that she has been known to throw tantrums. She confided in me that the times she has “acted out” in life were the times she didn’t really know how to properly act during a crisis. Her ugly behavior was her way of trying to get people’s attention. To let them know that she was deeply hurting and needed help. Very understandable. I can appreciate that. But it doesn’t make it the best plan of action. Either for the person throwing the fiery arts or for those left to brush off the ashes.

So, what is one to do when we encounter those who, after the storm has blown over and we have forgotten all about them, drag back in like the dog? I guess the best response might be this–no response at all. They will continue to be who they are. They don’t necessarily see the need or a reason to change. Therefore, it is not our job (nor are we truly able) to “fix” them or the problems that come with them.

Perhaps, the best thing to do is to simply smile and go about our business. And perhaps a bit of healthy distance wouldn’t hurt. These folks will continue to burn bridges. You and I might as well stand back and watch the smoke from afar. Remember, where there’s smoke, there’s fire. And no one likes to get burned.

Just my thoughts.
S.

JUNE 6. D-DAY. May we never forget.

June 6th, 2010 by stephanie

Back by request. May we remember…

Sitting in a hotel room that lay on the coast of England, the allied commander, known as Eisenhower, knew that a small window of opportunity was all that he had with which to work. Weather was terrible. But if it broke, as they had been notified it might, 150,000 Allied soldiers would be deployed to land on the shores of Normandy.

“An invading army had not crossed the unpredictable, dangerous English Channel since 1688 — and once the massive force set out, there was no turning back. The 5000-vessel armada stretched as far as the eye could see, transporting over 150,000 men and nearly 30,000 vehicles across the channel to the French beaches. Six parachute regiments — over 13,000 men — were flown from nine British airfields in over 800 planes. More than 300 planes dropped 13,000 bombs over coastal Normandy immediately in advance of the invasion.” (http://www.pbs.org/wgbh/amex/dday/sfeature/sf_info.html)

Paratroopers would drop at 1am. Would the weather hold? At a height of only 300 feet. In the dark. The wet. Think fast.

Men in PT boats would race toward shore. Many would get close. Some would fall short. As soldiers poured out, the 70 pound packs would sink and drown many who thought the sand lay directly beneath.

By nightfall, more than 9,000 Allied soldiers would be dead or wounded, but more than 100,000 would make it ashore, securing French coastal villages previously held hostage by Hitler’s regime.

These were depression kids. The scrappy boys that had learned to make it on their own. Those innate tricks of survival. Could there be a better training ground to prepare them for the impossible? Amidst perilous conditions? And a ruthless world tyrant to boot? Truly, a fearful task.

Those who made it through the depression learned to have a great deal of resilience and learned how to make due with what they had or could find. Older men today, if you spend time with them, are proof still that people back then were able to make the most amazing things our of the littlest stuff. What they were able to come up with was nothing short of impressive. No wonder we call them The Greatest Generation. Shaped by The Great Depression

One vet, Jim Norene, a member of the 502nd Parachute Infantry Regiment of the 101st Airborne Division, had come alone for one last anniversary, despite having stage-four advanced cancer. Though gravely ill, he was determined to make it back to France for the 65th anniversary of D-Day. Just one more time. After he landed (in a fashion much different then his first landing), he was able to visit the American cemetery the evening before Saturday’s ceremony. Jim never made it to the ceremony, that night, he passed away in his sleep.

This man, who returned to remember and honor his buddies would not have wanted it any other way. How poignant that he was able to return to the same shores where he and his pals had said good bye only to have the ironic privilege of rejoining them from the same soil that had prematurely taken their very young lives. Now, this ailing veteran and his band of brothers could truly rest in peace. Together.

May we remember.

S.

Welcome: Tennessee Mornings Viewers!

June 1st, 2010 by stephanie

As some of you may know, I was scheduled to be on the show Tennessee Mornings the week of the 2010 Nashville Flood. The FOX 17 studios were filling up with water that week, so naturally, the interview was postponed. Since that time, the Solo Sister’s Relief Fund was begun.
[Click here for interview clip]

If you are familiar with my book: When You Grow Up and Get…Single, there is an entire section in the book dedicated to life crises and the Single Girl. It’s titled: “When Life Happens”. That section talks about the importance for single gals to have a support system in place when the storms of life come their way.
relieffund
Having personally seen friends of mine lose homes and cars, it was obvious that something needed to be done. With that, I started the Solo Sisters Relief Fund. Research showed that the #1 need for folks in this time of crises was simple: Cash.

If you would like to assist these single gals, who work full time and are trying to put their lives back together in their spare time, we’d love for you to be a part. Just CLICK HERE to make your donation today. Thank you for helping them get back back on their feet. They will be most grateful, I have no doubt.

We so hope you were able to catch their show today. If you did, you probably enjoyed it as much as we enjoyed the experience. WE LOVE KELLY AND SHANE. There were not only hospitable, they are GREAT hosts!

Welcome!

If this is your first time to visit the site, please take a few moments to click around on the tabs above.
and if you missed the WSMV BETTER NASHVILLE interview click here!

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– Stephanie’s Blog
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As a special offer for you viewers, and guests today, here’s a link to the first 9 chapters of Stephanie’s book. For your viewing pleasure. We hope you enjoy!
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Stephanie was honored to have the opportunity to be a brief part of Tennessee Mornings. Hope you enjoyed it!

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