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December 30, 2008

A confession

I’m going to make a confession today.  Last night, after the kids went to bed (early for a change) I sat down in my chair with a hot drink and picked up People and Glamour magazine (checked out from the library).  Yes, I chose to peruse these pinnacles of literary excellence while  passing right over the latest issue of National Review, the Bible, and the Catholic missal sitting on the table next to my chair.  Blogging about it this morning is my penance. 

This is what I gleaned from my forays.

1) Tina Fey is one of Barbara Walters’ ten most fascinating people of the year because she did such an excellent job ridiculing and lying about Sarah Palin, while Rush Limbaugh is one of the ten because he was one of very few in the media in opposition to Obama, and Obama won.  In People’s own words, “Obama won.  So much for how influential Limbaugh is.”  Apparently, People magazine’s logic is at the same level as a first-grader’s.

2)  Judging from the letters to the editor, a LOT of people voted for Obama to “take part in a history-making election.”  Many cited Obama’s “honesty” and “compassion” as reasons for their votes.  No doubt they did extensive research about his past record.  His voting four times to deny infants born alive after a botched abortion medical care obviously displays best this compassion (as well as his many attempts to cover up those four votes displays his unfailing honesty.)

3)  It is apparently okay to voice one’s support of veganism out of a “passion for animal protection” and in the same breath support pro-abortion politicians and policies.

4) Typical Glamour readers do not like Sarah Palin because she’s 1) pro-life 2) she posed for a picture with her daughter next to “the animal carcass [she shot] after hunting.  I was disgusted.  How could a woman bring her child along to such a gruesome act of ‘fun’?  I’m not an animal activist, but I am compassionate.”  Ah, compassion again.  I wonder if this disgusted reader feels the same sort of disgust at the number of babies aborted every day in this country. 

5) After 75 pages of non-stop advice on “how to look sexy for your man,” there is an editorial deploring the rising trend of 8 year old girls showing up with their mothers for bikini waxes.  Known to marketers as KGOY, Kids Getting Older Younger, this phenomenon, according to Glamour editors, can be “pernicious when applied to girls and their changing bodies.  Treatments like waxing come with another disturbing message:  That it’s never too soon to start thinking about pleasing a man.”  All true.  I’ll bet they they finished the editorial just in time to finish the article on page 140, “When should you sleep with him?”

6) My interest no doubt by this time piqued, I flipped over to the aforementioned article, and what to my wondering eyes should appear….this:  “Not to go all prude on you, but some experts say that jumping into bed too soon is the #1 relationship mistake women make now.  Wait a little–for better sex and stronger love.”  Hey, I think they may be onto something!  Of course, in the middle of the article, they hasten to add, “Asking yourself whether you’re having sex too soon doesn’t mean catapulting back to the days when women weren’t entitled to be as freely, truly, madly, and deeply sexual men.  It’s about ‘too soon’ for your OWN [my emphasis] well-being and happiness, not ‘too soon’ in the eyes of the world.”  Well, I’m glad that got cleared up.  (For an excellent exegesis on the complete and total divorce of sex and procreation prevalent in today’s culture, read the link to Jennifer F.’s How I became pro-life from my last post.  It explains a little the phenomena of people’s abject startlement of actually getting pregnant from having sex.)

7) Every other article or ad is for the Susan G. Komen for a cure for breast cancer awareness and research.  Of course,  Susan G. Komen is one of the lead contributors to Planned Parenthood, who is the number one provider of abortions, which is a procedure whose end result is not only a destroyed life, but also a lead contributor to breast cancer later in life.  How about THAT for a unique (though incredibly disturbing) business strategy? (Not to mention the plethora of ads for every form of birth control imaginable…including the IUD, which was originally intended for use in camels.)

Similarly, it is interesting to note the complete and total lack of coverage of the overwhelming role oral contraceptives play in the development of breast cancer.  The blogger over at nfpworks files this under, “Hello, McFly,” and I think I’ll follow suit.  I read about this latest study about the effects of hormone use on breast cancer rates, and I was astonished to find no mention in the article about the ramifications this might have on women who take the Pill.  Hello?  No mention.  Nothing.  Nada.  It only mentioned the use of hormones by menopausal women.  Seriously.  You’ve simply got to read the link above.  And, while you’re at it, check this out:  Protecting the pill.  Or, google “birth control” and “lawsuits”.         

I could go on (and on and on), but I think I’ve made my point.  The values being represented are so twisted that it’s hard for me to fathom.  Of course, I say this knowing that I’ll end up getting the obligatory, “You’re so judgemental and self-righteous” comment.  You know what, I know I fall short, and I know that sometimes, yes, I can be judgemental.  I am, after all, a human being.  But it seems like, anymore, one either has to risk accusations of being judgemental or—my personal favorite—“close-minded” by having the gall to suggest that there exists in this universe something called “right” or “wrong,” or succumb as so many others have to that liberal notion that whatever is right for me is…right.   When one falls for this moral relativism and adopts it for one’s own personal mantra, then, yes, my suggesting that something is wrong would be classified as judgemental.  But allow me to suggest that ascribing to moral relativism is probably the most un-intellectual, disingenuous, rationally irresponsible and dangerous philosophy around today.  After all, nothing can ever be wrong if everything is relative.  Nothing. 

I went to bed last night feeling…icky.  I think I’ve learned my lesson.  From now on, I’ll skip People and Glamour in favor of more enlightened reading.

December 29, 2008

Abortion conversion story

Filed under: Catholicism,pro-life — by lindyborer @ 1:19 pm
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As regular visitors here know, abortion and pro-life issues are frequent topics of discussion.  They lie close to the surface of my mind right now.  My interest in this area lead me to be very interested in hearing of others’ conversion stories from being pro-abortion to being pro-life.  One of the very best I’ve read (both in logic and readability) is by Jennifer F. at Conversion Diary.  In How I Became Pro-Life, she chronicles her thought process from vehement abortion supporter to pro-life advocate.  (Her blog regularly deals with her conversion to Catholicism from a life of atheism.)  One of the many powerful statements she makes (to whet your appetite):

“I was putting the burden of proof on the fetuses to demonstrate to me that they were human. . . . I would simply move the bar of what I considered human.” 

It’s just fantastic.  I strongly urge you to read it.  If you happen to be ambivalent on the topic, or if you are an abortion supporter, I really think it would be well worth your time to read it.  It isn’t threatening or insulting.  Just extremely thought-provoking.  It really ought to give all of us pause to consider or consider again the enormity of the issue.

Surviving Christmas

Filed under: Family — by lindyborer @ 9:19 am
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It’s only the fifth day of Christmas, but for many, Christmas ended at 12 pm on the 25th.  Driving on Christmas night to my parents’ house, I was attempting to find some Christmas music on the radio to add to the festive air.  I couldn’t find any anywhere.  Interesting phenomenon.  Christmas is still on here at the Borer house.  I didn’t do all this decorating for one day!

Also an interesting phenomenon:  Our house seems to have grown smaller since our return.  Could it possibly be from the tremendous haul that Linus and Eliza made the last three days?  I predict a trip to Goodwill in the near future to pare it back down to the essentials.  (Not of new presents.  Just old stuff,  probably David’s.)

But it was a good Christmas…midnight mass was great (nice homily, Fr. Andrews), the kids were relatively well-behaved, we got to see all of our families, and no one killed one another.  I’ve always said that each individual family is a culture all its own, complete with its own set of values, foibles, strengths and weaknesses.  This is apparent to any person who is an in-law.  Adjusting to the various familial cultures takes years, and often assimilation is never fully completed.  One finds they have two options:  1) either retreat into one’s self at family functions and grit one’s teeth until the gathering is over or 2) grin and bear it.  I find it often helps to peruse it all with a scientfic, detached, almost clinical gaze, noting the many intricacies of social grace and awkwardness, and looking for various subtleties in reaction among the various family members.  Not only does this practice distract the observer from undue annoyance, it also is quite hilarious, and serves as an excellent reminder of what NOT to do or say in certain situations.  (Not the least of these being to fake a snore as one awaits the play of the new daughter-in-law as she learns  to play Pitch.   Ahem.)

But, all told, it was fun to be with family.  And my brother, Jon, and my beautiful new sister-in-law, Mollie, were able to make the long drive to come join us.  We don’t often get to see one another, so what did we do to mark this momentous occasion?  We went bowling, of course!  dsc04589-2  (Another clinical observation:  My bowling abilities seem to have a direct relation to the level of the beer in the pitcher.  I start pathetic, get better, peak, and then go back downhill.  I did win the first game, though.  But I won’t say the score; it reflects poorly on all of us!) 



Fun times.  We also got to visit my great-grandparents as well as do some after-(during)-Christmas shopping.  There are some fabulous deals out there.  It almost makes me want to suggest postponing Christmas gatherings until after Christmas just to take advantage of them.   We also discovered that it’s not good to let Lindy and Mollie shop together, as we probably spend more than we should…   

But for now, it’s back to day-to-day existence, and the kitchen renovation looms.  It will be a mess, but let’s hope the final result will be worth the effort. 

It was great hearing from many of you!  I love, love, love Christmas updates and hearing how you’re all doing.  Merry Christmas!

December 24, 2008

Merry merry Christmas, everyone!

Filed under: Family — by lindyborer @ 8:00 am
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dsc04523-2Today is the first day of a series of many busy days.  But I love this day.  It’s full of last-minute preparations and excitement.  I have to cook some things for various Christmas celebrations, held this evening and tomorrow.  And tonight I get to sing in the choir at midnight mass. 

I fell in love with Christmas Eve midnight mass after I became Catholic.  It’s really awesome.  No other word to describe it.  I will say it for the Church; there’s nothing like the preparation and anticipation of Advent and Lent to really make Christmas and Easter especially celebratory.  I love going and taking part in the classic Christmas hymns and I love the beautifully decorated church.  But, the best part of mass—any mass—is the Eucharist.  There’s nothing quite like receiving Jesus directly.  And thus, mass never falls short.  How could it?  So what if the choir hits a sour note?  Or the organ sticks because of the cold?   That’s only one of many reasons I love being Catholic:  Going to church is never about “the show up front.”  Not even close. 

So, a tradition has begun to develop in the Borer family, of me singing at midnight mass while David is at home with the sleeping kids.  And then, on this very magical night, I drive home afterward to “wait” for St. Nicholas, and make sure he stops by our house.  Of course, that’s roughly 19 hours from now, and I’ll be beat, but what a fantastic exhaustion.

Last night at choir practice, St. Nicholas himself showed up to hand out Manheim Steamroller Christmas cds to all the members.  And no one could figure out who St. Nick was.  I still don’t know.  Perhaps it was really him?

So, after celebrating here, we’re heading to my parents’ house, and I have the feeling that I won’t be writing for a few days.   Everyone have a very Merry Christmas, and don’t drink too much eggnog.

December 22, 2008

A great difference.

Filed under: Catholicism,Religion — by lindyborer @ 10:04 am
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I saw this You Tube video of atheist and master illusionist Penn Jillette, relating an encounter he had with a Christian fan after a show.  View it here.  It is incredibly heartfelt and powerful.

The honesty and forthrightness displayed by Jillette as he relates this encounter is quite touching; not many people have the courage or desire to relate such a personal encounter and to expose themselves to such a degree.  I have nothing but respect for this man.  He is obviously a thinker who is willing to be open enough to engage in conversations with those whom he has great differences. 

Christians, besides looking to Christ, here is the next-best blueprint for evangelization.  I must confess that I have a strong fear of sharing my faith with others who might not be receptive to it (i.e., those who need to hear it most.)  Especially in this day and age, I think many Christians have a fear of evangelization because they might come across as self-righteous (I’m good and you’re not) or that they might be accused of proselytizing (I have the answers and you don’t). 

But listen to what Jillette has to say about it:     

“I don’t respect people who don’t proselytize.  How much do you have to hate someone to not proselytize?  How much do you have to hate someone to believe that everlasting life is possible and not tell them that?”

As a Catholic, if I believe there is a heaven and a hell and a way to avoid going to this terrible place called hell, what on earth should possibly keep me from telling everyone around me the way to avoid it, too? 

There are two lessons here.  One:  Christians, share your faith out of love and without fear.  And for heaven’s sake, don’t be negative or confrontational.  As St. Francis of Assisi said, “Preach the Gospel; if necessary, use words.”  Two:  Atheists, if someone approaches you and desires to share with you what is to them the most important news you could ever hear, rejoice in it, as they are taking a great risk out of love for you.

How much do you have to hate someone to not proselytize?”

It is a switch of mindset for everyone.  But it makes a great difference.

December 21, 2008

Arm yourselves…

Filed under: Catholicism — by lindyborer @ 8:21 am
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….and read this article:

12 Myths Every Catholic Should Be Able to Answer

Maybe read it more than once.  Perhaps even print it and keep it handy.  (I know I shall.)

December 20, 2008

Che: The next generation awaits dupedom

Filed under: the Left — by lindyborer @ 8:59 am
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Lately I’ve been hearing about Steven Soderbergh’s latest cinematic Lewinsky of Communist revolutionary Che Guevara, Fidel Castro’s number one thug.   The film will most likely win awards due to its single-minded and exhaustive effort to heighten Che’s reputation from that of cult hero to that of deity to countless pot-smoking youth and Hollywood *intellectual heavyweights* nationwide.  I was perusing material about the movie, and saw many ridiculous screenshots, such as Guevara surrounded by hordes of children, for instance.  Oh, boy. 

No doubt the film will endear this murdering revolutionary to a new generation of impressionable American youths, much as the earlier, 1960’s film “Che!” did to that generation.  Liberal-minded Americans seem to have an affinity for latching onto ridiculous, irrational characters and elevating them to counter-cultural icons.  (Plus, they just LOVE Benicio del Toro—he’s so dreamy—and he was AWESOME in Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas.)  Yes, del Toro is a commendable actor.  But let us not forget the difference between cinema and history.

So who was the real Che?  His efforts in the 1950s Cuban Revolution and subsequent (failed) revolution in Bolivia are not quite commendable; he was the main presider of executions under Fidel Castro, and was known to pride himself on showing off the killing wall turned red with blood, as those being executed by a bullet to the back of the neck were forced to cry, “Viva Cuba libre!”  He was also instrumental in establishing the Cuban labor-camp system in which countless citizens—including dissidents, democrats, artists, AIDS victims and homosexuals—would suffer and die by the thousands.  Upstanding individual.  No wonder San Fran loves him.

As I was lying in my hospital bed last week, I watched an interview of Soderbergh—I believe it was on CNN, but I can’t recall for sure.  I found Soderbergh’s sentiment regarding the American public at large so particularly asinine in its elitist, condescending tone that I nearly heaved.  He was asked some question about the film, and Soderbergh said something along the lines of, “I do honestly think that most Americans are capable of thinking through complex ideas.  Look at how they can understand sports.”   Hey, Soderbergh:  You’re right.  But I’m thinking  a very un-complex thought about you right now:  You’re an ass. 

Interestingly enough, business is good for Che-worshipers.  The sale of Che-gear is booming.  But one T-shirt I found was spot-on:  



But I will say it for the Communists:  I love their jaunty caps. 

Next up:  A film honoring Saddam Hussein. 


December 19, 2008

Oh, the weather outside is frightful

Filed under: Family — by lindyborer @ 8:45 am
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cupcakesBut isn’t this picture delightful?  My cousin, Leah, over at Moxie Photo and Design took the photo.  You can find many more fanciful things there.  Perhaps you’ll find some one-of-a-kind, last minute Christmas gifts…

I posted the picture also because Eliza had her birthday yesterday, and it was quite the prelude to Christmas—which we know is all about the presents, of course.  My parents were able to make a quick trip up to help celebrate before the winter weather set in once again.  Are you dreaming of a White Christmas?   Perhaps you should move here.   There’s no shortage of frightful winter weather.  (But the fire is so delightful.  Let it snow!)

December 18, 2008

Mission: Accomplished

Filed under: Family — by lindyborer @ 7:41 am
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Hark!  The shopping trip is in the books, and everything went quite smoothly.  Our marriage didn’t suffer any traumatizing blows, either.  This is fortuitous, indeed, as we even went to a large home-improvements store to look for tile and hardware for the upcoming kitchen remodel.  And we were both in complete agreement about what we liked (and didn’t like!)  This bodes well for the time when the kitchen is torn apart for a month or two during the renovation. 

We’ve been planning to carry out Phase Two of the kitchen remodel sometime this winter.  Last winter saw the fake-rock paneling and fluorescent lighting eradicated and replaced with an incandescent light fixture and wainscoting.  I cannot tell you the difference this has made in the delicious meals I lovingly prepare (largely because there isn’t one.)  However, my skin and sensibilities do not mesh with flourescent lighting.  Many women agree.  No longer do I feel like I’m walking into an igloo each morning when I flip on the light, or feel the ghostly pallor of white light on my puffy, sleep-ridden eyes. 

Phase Two will entail a bit more:  we’re going to get rid of the orange 70’s style cabinetry with paint (painting woodwork IS okay, sometimes, trust me.)  We’re going to put in new countertops, move the range and dishwasher, and add a tile backsplash.  The linoleum will be torn up and I think I may know someone who can sand the oak flooring that lies underneath. (wink)  Doesn’t sound like much, does it?  It should be interesting, to say the very least.  Nothing really tests the mettle of a relationship like a good, old-fashioned house remodel.

I stayed up until midnight wrapping the kids’ presents, and here I am again at 6 am at the computer, but today is Eliza’s second birthday, and I have to finish decorating her cake.  

Since I’ve had the privilege of having children (actually HAVING them), I contend that birthdays are just as important for mothers, too.  And so naturally my mind has been drifting back to the day two years ago that Eliza made her grand entrance into this world, and it also reminds me that my Female Problem page has been stagnant for three months.  I think I will add to it this very moment…

December 17, 2008

He shops, she shops

Filed under: Family — by lindyborer @ 8:51 am
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Today’s the Big Day.  No, I’m not cleaning behind the refrigerator…David and I are going Christmas shopping.  Our annual, one-day-only, do-or-die excursion has been postponed quite a bit due to unforeseen unfortunate events (weather and sickness), but I’m hoping for a successful venture. 

Yes, despite frigid temperatures and snow on the ground, we will brave the holiday shopping crowds and Walmart stalwartly.  Having learned last year firsthand that most important of shopping rules, “Never become separated at Walmart,” we will both be armed with cell phones, should we find ourselves in opposite quadrants of the store.  (Last year, I lost David in Walmart and he didn’t have his phone.  After each circling the store for half an hour–on opposite sides of the circle–in desperation I had him paged from the fabric counter.  He’ll never forget his phone again.) 

Of course, the kids will not be along, for obvious reasons.  This will improve flow and speed exponentially.  However, I fear the age-old divergence of thought between male/female shopping brain functions will interfere with the overall experience.  For example, I go about shopping for Christmas very methodically—almost scientifically.  The unique character of the giftee must be kept always in the forefront of one’s mind, and the gift must ultimately reflect this careful and considerate thought.  Armed with my “Master List”, I must stop periodically (every aisle) and consult it for the tally of money that has been spent on Giftee A and make sure that it’s an appropriate gift within the appropriate money range.  Every female knows, for instance, that if one has a $25 limit, one pair of socks is not going to wow anyone (even if it IS a $25 pair of socks—argyle.)  No, perhaps a few, smaller—yet coordinated!—gifts would better serve the purposes, here.

See what I mean?  Male readers eyes have glazed over at this point, and they’re having a hard time following the train of thought, while female readers are wondering whether or not they shouldn’t have gotten Great-Aunt Eleanor the chocolates, too?  Shopping is a science for females.

For males?  A competition.  At least it is for my husband.  A successful trip for him would be to cover everyone at one store in one hour and be home in time for lunch.

Yes, today will no doubt prove interesting.

I will update as soon as the venture is complete, barring any unfortunate, freak marital shopping incident.

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