Out of the Mouths of Babes

On Bill Cosby's "Himself" he remarks how many people who don't have children and say that they love children because "they are so truthful. They tell the truth and are so genuine." This is partially true, but every child instinctively adjusts to certain times when it seems better for him to tell the truth. No matter whether the kid is a well meaning liar or an honest angel, children have a way of telling truth at the most inopportune moments.

One friend of ours had a very mischievous 3 year old, and realized that she was not in the back playing with the other children. She walked into the house calling "Mackenzie, where are you?" The reply came back: "Not in the kitchen!" "What are you doing in the kitchen?" "Not eating cookies!" came the child's response, and upon walking into the kitchen she espied the imp sitting on the counter surrounded by crumbs and with both hands in the cookie jar, her cherubic face streamed with chocolate.

As we were leaving church one day, a lady arriving for the next Mass passed us on the way in. She was a little Filipino lady, back bowed with age, hair dyed bright orange, and colorful scarves wrapped around her. My little sister grabbed my hand, her eyes wide and face all smiles, and quite loudly said, "Doesn't that lady look like an Oompa Loompa?" I dissolved in embarrassment.

As the years have gone by, even though I'm still quite young, I've developed a bit of paunch. One morning I was lamenting the roundness of my person as I was getting dressed, and bewailing my chubby state when my little sister decided to inform me that I was dead wrong. "You are not fat," said the young one, "and even if you are, you shouldn't worry. Lots of fat girls get married." What could I say? "Thank you dear...that's so...reassuring."

An Old Fashioned Girl and Work

Everybody loves an old fashioned girl, that is unless she's a prude. She is generally regarded with honor if the term is applied brightly. I flatter myself that I could be considered an old fashioned girl myself. Why? Well, if I cannot talk with a person face-to-face I would rather write letters than email or even phone someone. My favorite mode of travel is by train, or maybe by car, something that is slow enough to take in all of the country between stops. Therefore, planes are not agreeable to this "old fashioned" world view. Furthermore, there are usually too many people in airports. Washing dishes is much more fun that a dishwasher, which doesn't save much time in the long run. You can hang out with your family, discuss things, and get it all done in record time. Then there is no accidental forgetting to run it and having no spoon at breakfast...in which case you have to wash the thing all the same. Raking leaves provides much more exercise and joy than blowing 'em around. Besides, one doesn't use any gasoline or electricity.

All the benefits are not on the side of being conservative. For example, sweeping is great for your arms but horrid for your back, and it took me an entire hour to sweep the grass out of the gutter in front of the yard. Most folks just use a blower and have done with it, or one of those lawn vacuums. Nevertheless, those blowers do joggle one's joints and contribute to premature deafness. Also, while I was sweeping up, I was able to talk with my Daddy while he worked on the car. Time savers which pollute the nice quiet world with noise often interrupt our ability to converse, to talk with each other, and to just spend quality time. It was pretty nice, spending time with Daddy, cause with 6 younger siblings at home and a talkative mother, I hardly ever get to talk with Daddy.

I would encourage everyone out there to take some time and do it the old way. Otherwise, use your time saved by modern conveniences to spend with family and friends as opposed to getting more modern conveniences.

Intro to summer

Well, I'm home in Virginia for the summer now, so perhaps I'll have a chance to update things here more often. I'm working at the home for disabled children again, which is a very nice place and the work is fairly easy, but it's quite draining, emotionally and physically. By God's grace, the hours allow me to attend daily Mass. It is amazing what the Holy Sacrament of the Altar empowers and imparts in those who attend. Gee, I mean, the gospel today "those who partake of this bread remain in me and I in them." really makes a body feel like he's never totally divorced from the mercy and love of God, no matter how far he fall.

We had a strong gale last week, complete with wind gusts and hail. We came out alright, though several of my sisters and brothers did end up going around the neighborhood and helped our neighbors chop up fallen trees. The firewood gained from this experience has been masterfully crafted into a fort out back, approximately 3 feet in height with about 24 sq feet of space by the boyscouts and cubscouts of the family. It would be regarded with awe by any young lad interested in the fine things in life: namely nature and battles. The land finally looks like we take care of it, and the garden has been once again reclaimed from the invading yard. Squash, tomatoes, and peppers are off to a good start this year, and will hopefully remain healthy and blight-less for the remainder of the season.

Seven of us went out the strawberry field last week to continue the annual tradition and picked for about 90 minutes. Surprisingly, strawberry crops are actually a main attraction in this large city. I'm sure you can imagine my surprise when I learned that we had acquired no less than 77 1/2 pounds, all of which had to be paid for. Scraping together all of our money, and Mom's, we paid for it. I'm thinking we should hire ourselves out to some farmer or other. I mean, that's like 700 pounds/day!

And, as always, dialup clogs the phone line, so this post must end now. A very merry summer and a happy feast of the Holy Eucharist to you all!

Communications between sisters

My dear sister Deborah is always calling me and singing me popular songs, changing the words to fit to my situation. so I sent her this song one day, to the tune of "O Tenanbaum."

O Deborah, my Deborah
How lovely are thine eyeballs
O Deborah, my Deborah,
How lovely are thine eyeballs
They glance so sweet when morning comes
And are devious when day is done
O Deborah, my Deborah,
How lovely are thine eyeballs.

She wrote back with a nice poem, exploiting the fact that I don't have eyebrows.

Naomi, Naomi how thy eyebrows doth shine

They are so light

And flutter through the air

You'd never know

that they were ever there

And perhaps some day

When the world's bereft of delves

They will deign

To show themselves

But until then dear

I fear we must be content

To bid them farewell

Wherever they are sent

And in the life they find there

I pray they become not a bore

But find some eyebrowless peasant

Who needs them more.

So bid them adieu

And shed not a tear

You look so much better

Since they are not here.

We are so silly. =)

Link for the original story http://noroomforcontraception.com/cblog/index.php?/archives/78-New-Study-Abstinence-Works.html

New Study: Abstinence Works

Shortly after the publication of Douglas Kirby's Emerging Answers 2007, a study which found that abstinence programs were not effective, and after Virginia Governor Tim Kaine rejected federal funding for abstinence until marriage programs, a new study to be published in 2008 shows that a Virginia based program has been effective in delaying sexual activity.

Of course, you know which study made the headlines...

Interestingly enough, Dr. Stan Weed, the author of this new study, is on the Effective Programs And Research Task Force, which reviewed Emerging Answers in early 2007.

Being on this task force should give Dr. Weed an equal standing and equal credibility in the media. After all, if he wasn't a credible researcher, he wouldn't be on the task force along with Dr. John Santelli, who is the Department Chair of the Population and Family Health department at Columbia University, would he?

When Douglas Kirby or Dr. John Santelli publish studies supporting comprehensive sexuality education programs, headlines across the nation echo, and quite often misrepresent, the conclusions of their work.

For example, the Associated Press' recent headline describing Emerging Answers reads 'Report: Abstinence not curbing teen sex' - yet this headline is misleading.

This AP headline, as well as others, has caused me to suspect that reporters don't actually read the studies, and if they did, they don't actually understand the issue well enough. Consider that in Emerging A nswers, Kirby acknowledges that abstinence increased from 1995 to 2005. (Page 28, paragraph 3) Had the reporter read this paragraph, they wouldn't have been able to honestly pen such a misleading headline.

Interestingly enough, I wasn't able to find an AP story about Dr. Weed's study. And this isn't the first time the media has ignored studies supporting abstinence until marriage programs.

It seems that a double standard exists - if a study supports contraception and comprehensive sexuality education, it is considered newsworthy, but if a study supports abstinence, it is not.

Dr. Weed's study, An Abstinence Program's Impact on Cognitive Mediators and Sexual Initiation, will be pub lished in the Jan/Feb issue of American Journal of Health Behavior. You can read more about it here: http://www.medicalnewstoday.com/articles/88807.php

In closing, Virginia Governor Tim Kaine rejected Title V funding since he wanted to fund programs that are evidence based. Now that there is evidence that Virginia's program is effective, Gov. Kaine should accept the funding.

PS:

What can be done about the media blackout of studies supporting abstinence programs? Well, here are some ideas..

1. Bring these studies to the attention of reporters who you have spoken with in the past
2. Announce this study on your blog or website in a prominent location
3. Email news about the study to your mailing list
4. Send out press releases discussing the study
5. Email news about Dr. Weed's study to your friends.

No, Daniel. The word is "after," not "dfter."

Homeschooling is a wonderful way to involve the whole family in a real goal: learning. Is it possible to have a bunch of kids, different grades and ages, at actually learn anything? Actually, yes, and in my experience, we seem to have learned alot more than our public and private school counterparts. I remember that learning was actually fun (minus the book reports), and watching others learn is usually hysterical =). Since I'm at school, I miss out on alot of the fun now. Deborah relayed this incident to me a short while back.

"Rachel and I were studying in the living room and Daniel was in the opposite room studying his spelling. He copied all his words on his own, so, naturally, he couldn't read them. We were interupted every minute because he needed us to read him his words. I had just helped him with 'land' and his next word was really hard-'after'. I expected him to come back for help but instead he decided to tackle it on his own. I heard him loudly declare 'DFTER' d-f-t-e-r- Dfter'. Rachel and I looked at each other, we hadn't heard what we thought we had, had we? Then this little voice calls out 'Deborah, what does d-f-t-e-r spell? I tried to tell him it was a-f-t-e-r but nnnoooo...he wrote dfter, it must be dfter and he wanted a definition. It took me 5 minutes to convince him that he had written it wrong. He smiled at me and said, OK deborah. He disappeared into the dining room and 2 seconds later his voice called in 'what was that word again'."

Oh the joy of learning.

Homesteading in the city?

Yeah. Apparently, it can be done. It might take some imagination, but where there is a will, there is definitely a way =). Found an excellent article about homesteading. Actually, the whole site is great, but in case you just have time for the article, and you are living in the city and longing for the country (like me), here's the link.

How to Progress towards the Homesteading Lifestyle while Living in the City
By Meg Lund
http://home-n-stead.com/homestead/homesteadingarticles/homesteading_in_city.html

The website is on my list at the right.

Snapshots of my Family

My little sister was doing the laudry with my father one summer evening in the garage. She looked out the door and saw several of our elderly neighbors walking down the road. She turned to my father and said, "Daddy, do you know what that is?" "Well, that's a bunch of our elderly neighbors going for a walk," replied the serious patriarch. The witty gleam infected her eye (it does this periodically, you see). "No, Dad. That's the Antiques Roadshow!" (my poor father was then faced with the familiar scenario of trying to correct his disrespectful child while attempting to check his own laughter.)

My macho little brother (11 years old) walks up to my sister Deborah and says, "Deborah, I'm a man." She responds with a characteristic, "Um...I think you're mistaken. You're a boy, not a man." "I am too a man!" "You are too immature, selfish, small, and irresponsible to be a man..." she proceeds to enlighten the young rascal. He puffs out his chest and responds: "Yeah, well, I'm more of a man than you'll ever be!" Deborah laughs in his face "You're sure right about that, bud!"

Joseph stood up when he had finished his dinner one day and very graciously asked my father, "May I pweeez be exacuted?"

Our little philosopher, Daniel, walked up to my mother one day in his 2nd year and informed my mother, with the serious look of an intellectual behind his batting eyelashes, that "Boys make noise, Mom."

Daniel was running around in the commons area at church when he was three. My parents don't let us do this, so my father scooped him up under one arm, with his head sticking out back and his behind out front. The enraged boy flailed and cried out, "Unhand me!" (this is the point where my father glares at us and says "who taught him that!).