Friday, August 14, 2009


UnAmerican by Jill R. Johnson

I teach my kid English, I work at home all day.
I have dinner on the table when my husband gets home late.
We're behind on bills, and we worry like crazy,
But we pay our taxes, and refuse to be lazy.
We fly our flag, the Red, White and Blue.
We love our neighbors and pray for them too.
We support our soldiers and fight for good.
We volunteer when we can and give when we should.
But up on that Hill, I'm no longer free.
Pelosi says I'm unAmerican because I disagree.
Well the President can take his plan and shove it where he can.
Because if I'm unAmerican then I'm on foreign land.
I was raised in Alabama, my dad fought in Vietnam,
And I wear the stripes on my heart better than any political man.
So I'm mad as hell, we should no longer take this
From a man trying to rule with an iron fist.
Take your health plan and go away
I'm taking back my America and my freedom to say...
Your plan sucks, Obama, our seniors will be killed.
And you'll pass this crap against our will.
My child will suffer, his pediatrician will quit
And there on Capitol Hill you'll continue to sit.
So I'll show up at the Town Hall and I will protest
Because you in no way will ever know what's best.
And 2012 will bring change we need
When us unAmericans undo your deeds.

Jill R. Johnson
Born in America 1975.

Tuesday, March 24, 2009

Random waiting room thoughts...

I've been on a sort of Jesus-led spiritual journey for the last few months and I'm trying to put my lessons into practical everyday usages. Right now I'm sitting in the waiting room of Trinity Medical Center Diagnostic Ceneter. I'm having a test done...nothing serious and not the point of this post. I'm looking around the waiting area which is rather large and Ilm seeing a lot of unhappy faces, with exception to the ladies working at the registrartion desk who are laughing hysterically over some cat story.

I have to wonder why these faces are unhappy. Is it the wait, the tests they are about to endure or is it simply the inconvenience of it all. If only they could just smile at one another...maybe that would help.

Meanwhile, I'm sitting in the sea of unhappy faces with a goofy grin on my face because I'm thinking of two things. The first is that someone just asked me how far along I am. I am not pregnant...I've gained 40 pounds in the last three years and most of it is in my stomach. Now this cracks me up because this poor soul felt horrible for making the mistake when it is not her fault. It doesn't hurt my simply is what it is. Which leads me to the profound thing my sweet son said to me the other day.

We were eating something and I told Jack that I loved the food we were eating. And his response was, "you're supposed to eat food, Mommy, not love it."

It really is that simple isn't it?

Tuesday, March 17, 2009

Jack's Plot...

Last night Jack came up with a rather ingenius idea to sleep in the bed with me and his dad.

"Mommy...Luke Skywalker pee-peed in my bed. Can I sleep with you?"

Life is Bipolar...

As I'm sitting here in my office wondering why I decided to try to work for straight commission, my mind tends to wander to things more profound. I've always been unsure of whether or not I believe in fate. I think I must believe in it because I know in my heart and soul that the things I've experienced, good and bad, in my life have brought me to this singular moment in time when I sit at a keyboard contemplating the next steps of my life.

As I've gotten older, I've relied more on faith and God than in my own abilities. It's not that I doubt my self. It's not that my abilities are weak or inept. It's more so that faith and God, faith IN God, has gotten me further in life than anything I've ever come up with on my own.

I hear people ask the question often, "How could God let that happen?"

If they truly relied on God, or had faith in Him, they'd already know the answer.

It's never simple. Life, that is. It's often messy and difficult, happy or sad. Life is bipolar. It's up and down and the only medicine I know that works is faith. Faith that even when you're in your darkest hour and you feel as though God has left you to fend for yourself, you have to know He IS there, weeping for you and with you. And know that when everything is good He's there holding you up, lifting you higher.

God is the only stable thing I know. It's the secular world that makes me cringe.

Who did you turn to in your darkest hour? Did you drop to your knees and pray? Did He hear you?

In my darkest hour, I stood strong on my own two feet and chose to ignore the darkness. I needed no one...nothing. And then the darkness consumed me and I fell to my knees to pray, I fell to my knees in what I thought was weakness. It was then that I discovered the light, and then that I discovered that what I thought was strength was actually stubborness. What I thought was survival was actually denial.

God had been there all along, and through it all, He held on to me, never letting me go. He was the Strong One, keeping the darkness from devouring me.

And from that point on...I live in the light. Even on days when money gets tight, when marriage gets hard, when patience gets scarce, days when darkness knocks on the door...I know that HE is the one that handles it all. I know that I have to let go and let him take care of me...and this life of mine.