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I Think You're Getting Too Big For Your Britches

For those of you that don’t know, I moonlight as a 1-3-year-old teacher at a Christian daycare when not blogging.  As you can imagine, working with a large group of small children leads to some pretty interesting discoveries about the human race.  I’ve known some of my kids since they were six weeks old, and every day I have the opportunity to watch them grow and learn. That said, this line of work has many ups and downs.  Money for things like paychecks and supplies are hard to come by. Staff turnover and burnout are extremely high. I’ve been trying to think of a way to share the nitty, gritty behind the scenes view of the childcare industry with you.  I finally came to the conclusion to borrow from Christian imagery so let’s discuss the seven levels of daycare hell.
Surrounded by Snotty Children Who Want to Love You The first thing I tell people who want to put their children in childcare is to prepare because they will get sick.  Children and Teachers alike catch everything c…
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If It Ain't Broke, Don't Fix It

Today, I would like to proclaim for all to hear that it has been exactly one month since I started this blog.  Wahoo!! I have to admit that's longer than I had initially thought this blog would last.  I’ve never considered myself much of a writer and my previous experiences with diaries and such did not overwhelm me with confidence.  Yet here we are.  This makes eleven total blog posts and 629 page views as of this posting with more to come.  To celebrate this odd anniversary, I thought it would be appropriate to give out some information about myself.  A little getting to know the blogger, you see.  
Why did you decide to start a blog? I had been playing around with the idea of starting a blog off and on for a while but I wasn’t too serious about it.  I enjoy both sharing my opinions and arguing with friends but as I’m typically in the minority I thought it’d be fun to yell into the ether, I guess.  Then I went on a road trip with some friends and got bored on the long car ride.  I…

I'll Fly Away, Oh Glory

Today, in the United States and in primarily Christian nations around the world, we celebrate a major Christian holiday: Easter Sunday.  According to the “good” book, on this prearranged day on the calendar, we celebrate the rise of Zombie Jesus three days after he was publicly crucified on a hill with other criminals by those damn, dirty Romans.  My information claims he did this so that the human race, hateful sinners that we are, could be saved from what his father, Capitol “G” god, would do to us if we weren’t.  That’s way more interesting than some silly fertility festival that we obviously borrow quite heavily from.  Although the Catholic church doesn’t openly support the practice, willing participants kick off Easter weekend on Good Friday by reenacting the gruesome details of the crucifixion in communities all over the world.   
Here in the American Southeast, Good Friday is a bank holiday and plenty of businesses take the day off.  The good God Fearing folks have been gearing…

Keep Your Drawers Up And Your Dress Down

It’s time for another trip down memory lane, Dear Readers.  Last time, I regaled you with the tale of my childhood and the impact's religion had on me.  In this post, we will be moving on to discuss the next stage in my life: those awkward teen years.  I’ll go ahead and tell you that all those Eighties teen movies Mother made me watch did not prepare me for the realities of teenagedom.  To start, I was certainly no Ferris Bueller.  In fact, from the outside looking in, I was a fairly dull and easy teenage girl.  One who cared more about reading smutty books or fanfiction than boys or parties.  I could probably count on two hands the number of times I willingly left my house between the ages of twelve and fifteen.  If I set my mind on something, then I would carry it out, and for one reason or another, I was determined to be a hermit.    
At the age of 12, I was “saved” at a youth conference that I attended with my Auntie M’s weird church.  I had never been bothered by such calls to…

I'd Have To Get Better To Die

Over the course of my almost three decades on this planet, I have been called many things.  Healthy has rarely been one of them.  Being ill and/or injured has been such a large part of my life no one who knows me is even surprised anymore when my immune system decides to fuck me over.  In fact, my pediatrician congratulated me the first time I went six months between doctors visits.  I was fifteen.  As a child, it was downright awful and I still come with a list of allergies, sensitivities, and drug interactions a mile long.  Like millions of other Americans, I suffer from chronic illness.  I’m going to try to briefly describe my various maladies and how they affect my life here. 

As a tiny person, I had RSV and Hand, Foot, and Mouth (H, F,+M) before the age of two.  During the RSV, my fever ran so high that I have permanent lines on the adult teeth that were developing at the time.  I ended up on breathing treatments at the local Children’s hospital.  H, F,+M is what my mother claims…

Frequently Asked #2

Welcome to the second edition of Frequently Asked!
Today’s questions will focus on both prejudice in regards to atheism and living life to the fullest.  As with the last Frequently Asked post, I have had both of these questions asked to my face after admitting to being an Atheist.  I aim to give the best explanations I can to aid you, the reader, in your understanding of Atheism but please remember, these are only my opinions.  This is how I choose to view the world.  Feel free to leave any comments or questions you may have.  I may even answer them in the future Frequently Asked posts.  Now onto the questions!

What do you have to live for without God?
As Actor and Atheist, Ricky Gervais, once said, “It’s a strange myth that atheists have nothing to live for.  It's the opposite.  We have nothing to die for.  We have everything to live for.” 
This is a complicated question with a simple answer.  As Ricky is quoted saying above, I have everything to live for.  Everything.  I believe t…

Hold My Beer....

Long ago in a galaxy far, far away, I somehow managed to graduate from a small, private college with a bachelor's in Biology.  Now, I don't necessarily use my degree much in my current profession but I still carry an interest in the subject.  It's an excellent thought that in spite of what any individual person might believe, science continues to be true.  Nowadays, I try to keep a passing glance on new theories and discoveries in the field.  Although science-based books aren’t always the most riveting ever written, I occasionally enjoy a good read.  While you’re here, I’m going to go ahead and recommend Carl Sagan’s The Demon-Haunted World and How to Build a Time Machine by Paul Davies. I even manage to continue a small level of activism through protests and outreach websites like Citizen Science (Give it a try sometime).  In this meager way, I can prolong my involvement and aid my fellow man. The real conflict I have is my incredible sadness at the insufficient level of …