Political Correctness: The Halloween Edition


I found this rant from Angelo Morena about Halloween. Once again Political Correctness rears its ugly head, sticking its nose where it doesn’t belong.

WTF? Where is this country going? Some schools have banned Halloween because it offends some cultures. Send them back home, this is our country and things should stay the way they are. First its Christmas, now its Halloween. This really ticked me off this morning. I come from an Italian Culture and my parents have respected the culture of Canada. Now its time for our Politicians to have Balls and stop this nonsense.
This is my Rant for the day HAPPY HALLOWEEN EVERYONE

You couldn’t have said it better, Angelo. Enough is enough. If these people can’t respect our culture, they should pack their things and leave. We’re tolerant enough to accept them with open arms, but we shouldn’t be bending over backwards to accommodate their demands.

Video Review: Winger – Battle Stations


How many people remember MySpace? I remember finding this track, along with “All I Ever Wanted” during the summer of 2006. This would have been an amazing video from start to finish. Reb Beach opening the track with a blistering guitar shred. Paul Taylor adding his riffs. Rod Morgenstein pounding the skins. Then the ageless hunk, Kip Winger. A truly amazing voice & he’s got incredible talent on Bass. The critics should be eating crow for everything they’ve said about them during the 80’s Winger had more talent in their bodies than many of today’s Rock acts.

http://youtu.be/Z1M-s-8TVBY?list=PL0BAB9EDC61313646

An amazing kick ass collage paying respects to those amazing acts of the 80’s. Featuring 18 amazing acts, including Winger. You’ll never have another decade like the 80’s ever again. RIP to Steven Maynard Clark, Robbin Crosby, Jani Lane & Eric Carr for their contributions to this genre. You’re still rockin’ in Heaven & we’ll never forget it.

Bands: Mötley Crüe, Whitesnake, Bon Jovi, Kiss, Iron Maiden, Guns N’ Roses, Judas Priest, Europe, Poison, Def Leppard, Van Halen, Helloween, Scorpions, Ratt, Warrant, Lita Ford, Skid Row, Twisted Sister.


I’ve been reading some posts for quite a while now from a few of my good Facebook friends. They have to do with the place they are in their lives. Some are frustrated and trying to find a way out for a new start, but without success. Some are frightened and needing to find a way out but afraid. Others are just in a rut and afraid to trust the leap of faith vs the dying inside feeling.
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I’ve been there.
Without going into details because it serves no purpose to bring up what’s already been dealt with, I want you to know that I have been so broke that I was eating mashed potatoes sandwiches at work because it’s all I had to bring with me. I have eaten bean sandwiches, too, for the same reason. I once lived on a bowl of plain macaroni for an entire week and I was seven months pregnant. I’ve never had anyone lay a hand on me physically, but I have been afraid in both marriages and both times because I was afraid to make them mad simply because I couldn’t deal with the turmoil and fights. I don’t know what happened to me in another life, but I cannot, simply cannot deal with people fighting and shouting.
I have gone to bed many nights wondering how I was going to pay bills for the month and what I would do if I found myself without a place of my own.
The only thing that has saved me in every situation was my faith in God and my determination not to fail.
It is imperative for a woman to believe in herself. You cannot assume that just because you are well taken care of now, that you will never have a need to worry about being out on your own. Life takes you down many paths and none of them are marked. Make plans. Like the kinds of plans you make when you’re lying awake in the middle of the night planning how you would get out of your house if someone broke in, or if there was a fire. Yes, those plans – the kind that save your life plans.
No one ever said life would be easy, but it should not be lived in abject misery or in fear, and praying to God to fix it is a cop-out. God didn’t put you in the situation. The free will He gave us means we put ourselves there, which means He expects us to use free will to get ourselves out, as well. Yes, He’ll give you strength you need it, but you have to be the one to do the work, and when you finally do it, that will be your lesson.
It’s what never to do again.

It’s Still Merry Christmas To Me


Twas the month before Christmas*

*When all through our land,*

*Not a Christian was praying*

*Nor taking a stand.*

* The PC Police had taken away,*

*the reason for Christmas – why no one dared say.*

*The children commanded in schools not to sing,*

*of angels and Shepherds and heavenly things.

Might hurt people’s feelings teachers declared.

Worse than that, might make them …… scared!

Deep in the malls the fever of spending

Spread like wild fire, seemed never ending.

*Glitz and tinsel and lights galore promoting sales in every store.

Starless trees along the aisles, garish signs for miles and miles!

Buy one, get one free, come on!

Shop ’til your parcels way a ton.

Use your plastic. Don’t delay!

Have a happy holiday!

Just don’t speak of salvation or grace.

Don’t dare do that in this space!*

Don’t dare utter that special name, don’t commit such a terrible crime!

The name of Jesus to us in here, strikes us with horror, terrible fear!

So let’s not say it now or never. Just continue to shop with fervor.

Buy the goodies, all just right, Forget forever that Bethlehem night.

What does it matter in this New Age. Just puts folk in an awful rage.

Smile, be jolly, sing a song,

Shout HAPPY HOLIDAYS all month long!

Christians! Live your faith! Stand up and be counted. Wish people

Merry Christmas!

How The PC Spoiled Christmas


Twas a month before Christmas
When all through our land,
Not a Christian was praying
Nor taking a stand.

Why the PC Police
had taken away
The reason for Christmas
no one could say.

The children were told by their schools not to sing
About Shepherds and Wise Men and Angels and things.
It might hurt people’s feelings, the teachers would say
December 25th is just a ‘Holiday’.
Yet the shoppers were ready with cash, checks and credit
Pushing folks down to the floor just to get it!
CDs from Madonna, an X BOX, an I-Pod
Something was changing, something quite odd!

Retailers promoted Ramadan and Kwanzaa
In hopes to sell books by Franken & Fonda.
As Targets were hanging their trees upside down
At Lowe’s the word Christmas – was no where to be found.

At K-Mart and Staples and Penny’s and Sears
You won’t hear the word Christmas; it won’t touch your ears.
Inclusive, sensitive, Di-ver-is-ty
Are words that were used to intimidate me.

Now Daschle, Now Darden, Now Sharpton, Wolf Blitzen
On Boxer, on Rather, on Kerry, on Clinton!
At the top of the Senate, there arose such a clatter
To eliminate Jesus, in all public matter.

And we spoke not a word, as they took away our faith
Forbidden to speak of salvation and grace
The true Gift of Christmas was exchanged and discarded
The reason for the season, stopped before it started.

So as you celebrate ‘Winter Break’ under your ‘Dream Tree’
Sipping your Starbucks, listen to me.

Choose your words carefully, choose what you say
Shout MERRY CHRISTMAS, not Happy Holiday!

What Christmas Meant To Sharon


All this Black Friday crap made me remember my childhood and what Christmas shopping entailed and how very very personal your ONE gift was that you received, and how excited you were to get it. Even more, there was the excitement of “making” your gift to give to your mother, or browsing the aisles of the local Woolworth’s to spend the quarter you had to buy her a bottle of Evening in Paris. And we always bought Daddy a can of Prince Albert tobacco so he could ‘roll his own’ cigarettes. Such joy in the simplicity of those days, and such gratitude for what we received.

There was no such thing as ‘making a list’ and expecting everything on it, or buying big ticket items, let alone leaving the warmth and comfort of home and family to go stand in a freaking line for 6 hours to buy ANOTHER television or some electronic stuff.

All through my childhood, filling the sacks at church to give away after the Christmas program was always part of the holiday event for us. My grandfather was the church deacon, so he was responsible for the stuff we put in the sacks, and as my sister and I grew older, we became part of the assembly line congregation who gathered to FILL the sacks a day early of the program. And the contents were always the same. An apple and an orange, two big hunks of ribbon candy, two little mounds of chocolate covered fondant, some peanut squares, some of the pretty little pieces of hard candies, some orange slices (which are still my favorites) and a peppermint candy cane. It was the highlight of the program to get a sack of that candy after it was over – even thought the orange had made the candy stick together and the apple was bruised from bouncing around with all that hard candy. LOL It was Christmas. It was enough.

I remember the years at home when we made paper chains out of colored construction paper to decorate our tree (which Daddy cut out of the pasture), and YES, we DID string popcorn and cranberries to make chains to decorate as well. It was a fuss between my sister and me every year as to who’s turn it was to make the tree topper, which was ALWAYS A STAR, thank you very much. The finest ones were covered in colored crepe paper when we had it. Otherwise it was cardboard and crayons. My sister and I would snuggle together in our bed under a pile of covers so heavy we could never turn over, and fall asleep listening for bells, or a ho ho ho. Each Christmas morning there was the excitement of waking up to the brand new doll clothes for our old dolls and dressing and redressing them for days on end. Mother would stay up long after she’d put us to bed and sew the tiny clothes in secret so we wouldn’t see her making them. We were poor and didn’t know it because we had SO much love.

I think that’s what’s missing from Christmas these days. I want to celebrate, with gratitude, the faith that keeps me grounded, the family who is my heart, and the gift of a warm, safe home and the food that sustains us.

And in the midst of just living my life, I have found the path I was meant to follow. One of my tasks is to help spread light, and I do so through my work. It fills my soul to be able to share what I do with so many, and in some small way, make their day or their life a little brighter, if only for the time they’re reading my stories. I purposefully remove myself from people who spread hate and discrimination. Our lives are but a sacred moment in the immeasurable infinity. Make yours about doing good. Not about how much you get.

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I’M ON THE NEWS!!


A Buick in the Land of Lexus

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WordPress News, that is.

The editors at WordPress asked 7 bloggers what their blogging goals were for 2016. I paid off an editor

curled up in the fetal position and cried outside their office

gave them my kid to do yard work

was legitimately asked to be a part of this!!

I’d love it if you come and check it out. Because guess what? I mention all of YOU.

Here’s the link: What Are Your Blogging Goals for 2016? 

I’m super excited I was asked to be a part of this, and totally grateful to WordPress for the opportunity. They ROCK!

I’m going to close comments here, so you’ll comment over there, if you are so inclined.

I love you guys. Thanks for reading.

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So Many Questions!


Play by Play Day by Day with Amy Lawrence

(This blog post was first published on my radio show’s website. AL)

There is an old, familiar adage: “Curiosity killed the cat.” Maybe it’s not entirely applicable to sports radio, but constant questions about who I am and what I do off the air threaten to wear out THIS cat, ha. Of course, I’m teasing, but I certainly field a lot of the same inquiries over and over. I appreciate the interest, and I’m glad you want to know more about me and what goes into hosting a national radio show. So the idea behind this blog post is to address your “frequently asked questions” en masse. Hope it satisfies some of your curiosity!

Without further ado and in no particular order:

  • What hours/days is your show on the air?  I can understand the confusion since After Hours spent its first 2 years operating on the weekends. The show airs…

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