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I grew up as an only child, and I absolutely hated it.  It wasn’t really a choice that my parents made, but once my father fell ill and subsequently died, the thoughts of having more children were pretty much out of the question.

I had many friends, but none of them were close enough to me, to keep me from being lonely on occasion. I still longed for a playmate that would stay in my home with me, and grow up with me. Someone who wouldn’t move away, someone with whom I could have a lifelong bond.

When my Mother remarried, they decided that they didn’t want any further children because I was enough.

Well, that decision may have been an easy one for them to make, but for me- I was very unhappy without siblings. In fact, I begged for years to have siblings, and even to this day, part of me is still bitter that I didn’t have any. And if you bring up the subject on a day when I’m just in the right mood, I still have a lot of animosity about it.

When I voiced my concerns over the years to friends and family, many of them told me, that siblings were just a headache…

Well, not everyone’s siblings are a headache.  Some families are very close to one another and love one another, and try their best to live close to each other so that they will help each other out.  Well, for me, I’ll never have that option, nor will I ever.

Now that my son is 15 months old, I watch him as he plays with other children and a part of my heart is torn because I see how much he enjoys the attention and playtime with other kids.

I only hope and pray that in the near future, he will have many siblings to play with and grow up with. In the future, if my kids do or don’t get along, they can be there for each other through all the tough times. But, I think it would be a dumb decision to not have kids, just because some people who had siblings had difficulty with them.

Because not everyone’s family is the same… And lets face it, if we stopped doing things because it didn’t turn out favorably for others, we’d stay in place. Not moving, not working, not eating, not living… And that’s just a life I’m not willing to live.

Since last blogging entry, many things have happened. I guess that last e-mail I sent to everyone in this community, really revved people up, because nearly all of our furniture is gone.

I have a few pieces left, but that’s about it.  I had to call the GOODWILL and cancel their supposed pick-up of my donations. If there are any items left by the end of our stay here, I’ll just call them up again and let them pick up all the last minute pieces.

We’ve been getting somewhere with the paperwork, and shredding important papers endlessly, but there’s still plenty more to do. My husband and I have been doing a lot of things in and out of the home, to prepare for the move.

I think by now, pretty much everyone knows that we’ll probably be in this state for another month or so, and then we’ll be gone.  Still have to figure out just exactly what needs to be done before we leave, but I have a list which is growing by the day.

The funny thing is, as I pack things, and turn around to grab something, my son decides to unpack things and I’m back to square one.  I wish I could get ahold of a friend who had a young child, around my sons age to play with him, as the ladies talk, and I work on packing and trashing things.

We’ll get there, I’m sure and in the end, if our time approaches, and there are till tons of thing, the trash bin is where they’ll go, so that’s what I tell myself to keep myself from getting overwhelmed. We’ll get there, I hope, someday.

I have always hated smoking.  Not only the smell of smoke, the leftover smell on the smokers’ clothing and breath, but of coarse the number one reason why I hate it is because of it causing major health problems and sometimes death (with the smoker, the secondhand smoker, and beyond).

I’m always surprised at some of the smoker’s blatant disregard for others, as they smoke and puff their poison into the face of others.

The ultimate justice is that over the years, the price of a pack of cigarettes has increased steadily due to the countless deaths and ongoing lawsuits that plague the tobacco industry.  The high price of cigarette, in recent years has made the smoker’ pocket hurt and caused some of them to quit smoking.  Even though the thoughts of getting cancer or possibly dying from their habit, never stopped them beforehand.

It’s amazing how human nature works! Once it hurts their piggy banks, then then they feel it.

Or can you imagine the horror of seeing a pregnant person smoking to their hearts content? Doesn’t it occur to them that they’re causing irreversible damage to their fetus’s? That their habit may cause their children, life long illnesses?

Either way, smoking is just a disgusting habit that hurts everyone, in the long run. It’s costly, toxic, and in my own personal view, I believe it to be immoral, and on top of that, I believe it should be controlled and viewed as an illegal narcotic.

So, the next time someone is puffing away, and you’re close enough to smell the smoke, give them a piece of your mind, just tell them “Smoker Keep Away, I value my health and the health of others!”

Everyone gets a little spam in their inbox every now and then. But, if you don’t list those e-mails as spam, the same company will send you countless e-mails over and over. It’s time to put a stop to it.

Even on this site, people are allowed and encouraged to make comments on our articles, even providing constructive criticism, if need be.  But, on occasion, a spammer will go out of their way to make useless comments and then they think that somehow their comments will spark the attention of others, and their bogus websites will be visited.

Well, didn’t they notice that no e-mail or website addresses are listed on this site (in the comments area)?  All we can see are their names and if we deem the comments inappropriate or feel that they are attempting to advertise for free, we can always alter their usernames or delete their posts altogether?

So, before you SPAMMERS go out of your way and try to spam this site, think twice or else, expect to be deleted.

People are made up of a combination of complicated things.  Personal character, the way in which they were raised, the culmination of their life experiences, and the country that they grew up in, that in essence has molded them into the person they’ve become.

No where was this theory more evident than when I recently went to a party. It occurred to me, as I was lost in thought while scanning the room, just how many cultures were present there. One thought led to another until I was thinking of the origins of a persons character.

Every culture has different levels of respect, that much can’t be argued about.  But, for arguments sake, America is a very casual country where almost everything goes, but there is also several types of ways that you can disrespect an American.

So, people who come from other cultures and countries may say something or do something that may be viewed as disrespectful, when in fact they had absolutely no intention of doing so.

I think it’s important to remember when dealing with foreigners that they have a different set of rules that they go by, so if they do something that may have offended you, take time to think things through and then when you find the time, you can further discuss it with them.

Try not to speak with them while you are still irritated by the whole thing, make sure you let them know that what they did is not acceptable in American society and is in fact viewed as disrespectful and offensive.  If you do it in a nice enough way, you may convince the person to behave differently in the states.  It may be news to them, because it was the norm wherever they originally came from.

So, when meeting and dealing with foreigners remember that some things they may do, may be totally differnt than the things we do here (in the states), but we need to adjust to their personal character, and enlighten them on how their behavior is perceived.

After all, who has time for bickering and fighting?  Why don’t we all try to understand those around us, and better yet be proactive in trying to get along.