Of the choice to be grateful
Of the choice to be grateful
What sort of world are we living in when a young woman would go through an abortion just so she could appear on the reality show “Big Brother”?.
It truly beggars belief. Does she care nothing for her unborn baby if she can let it go so easily?
According to this quote by her then no. Josie Cunningham, 18 weeks pregnant and a glamour model said this ” I’m finally on the verge of becoming famous and I’m not going to ruin it now. An abortion will further my career. “.
Those who are in favour of abortion will say it is her right to choose. She already has 2 children so it is not as if she hasn’t experienced motherhood. But I wonder who will speak out for the life of her unborn baby who I believe is a life from conception and not just a bunch of cells?
And anyway is being famous going to satisfy her every desire and be all she thinks it will? Sadly I don’t think so.
Ironically the makers of Big Brother have said they’ve decided against having her on the show because it would be a ” minefield ” of controversy but I suspect when the time comes they will change their minds in their desire for ratings.
A sorry state of affairs all round.
In all the midst of Easter family get togethers and chocolate munching it’s sometimes hard to remember why we celebrate Easter and who we are celebrating.
Namely we celebrate Jesus and the belief in His resurrection from the tomb that once held Him.
Death was unable to have dominion over Him and the grave could not hold Him. He rose victorious and a conqueror.
Happy Easter all.
I’m having hideous problems with my internet and computer so no post today. It’s been a trying afternoon in many ways so probably just as well!
Happy weekend all.
I would have thought the above statement and title was pretty obvious really but apparently there are still some hardy masculine souls who attempt to make the most of every opportunity.
I’m not speaking of myself being hit on. There aren’t many advantages of being a plus size at the gym but that’s one of them. Unless you go with a friend you’re pretty much guaranteed to have no conversation other than the drivel coming through your ear phones as you try to bypass Jeremy Kyle. Which you must always do. It’s an unwritten rule.
So. When I go alone to the gym I get to pursue my reason for being there in the first place, to exercise and feel a little better about myself.
Not so the poor gym bunny (that’s what my husband said when I asked if she was pretty- basically yes but I won’t say that because you might hit me in other words) who was interrupted halfway through her routine to be asked “Don’t I know you?”.
As chat up lines go that’s spectacularly bad but I guess you can’t blame a guy for trying, hey? Actually I think you can. He might have been the male gym bunny equivalent of her (again Hubby’s words) but even so what part of her demeanour indicated she would welcome conversation?
Perhaps I should give him the benefit of the doubt. Maybe the poor lad had endured such a testosterone fuelled workout he wasn’t thinking. Or better yet, thinking with another part of his anatomy.
I asked my husband what took place next. She basically wiped the floor with him and said “really? That’s the best you can do? Can’t you think of something better than that? I’ve only been living here 5 days so I’ve certainly not met you before”.
And with that she sighed and rolled her eyes and left the gym leaving the guys ego in a puddle on the floor.
I would have applauded if I’d been there but fortunately I wasn’t as hubby said it was quite an awkward moment.
Don’t misunderstand me. Undoubtedly there would have been some ladies who would have welcomed his advances but he would have done better to do his homework more!
Isn’t it funny how things aren’t how you remember as a child? Time paints events with a rosy hue. Places seem bigger. Fears seem magnified. Some places are imbued with a sense of deja vu although we can say for certain we’ve never been there before.
This picture shows a path leading to a cave that I visited as a teenager. This cave is located in Carreg Cennan castle in West Wales.
28 years ago was the last time I was here. Then the cave seemed claustrophobic and spooky and very dark. Today revisiting as an adult I was surprised by how relatively spacious and unscary it was.
Time hey? It makes fools of all of us.
We’re so blessed to live where we do. Admittedly it rains a lot but when the sun is shining we are spoilt for choice for beautiful places to visit. There are several beaches less than half an hour away. Multiple castles and breathtaking walks. Blessed indeed.