Art or Barf Bag?

Wanted to show off Lucas's artistic ability and expression. This came home with him from Pre-School, it is so refrigerator art worthy. My husband & I are so very proud and blessed!

(Frankly, I'm very surprised it made it into his bookbag, but so glad it did. It created a good l-o-n-g hard laugh!! State Art Show, look out!!)

"This is what it looks like when I throw up." 
By: Lucas 10/2/12

Dana Hunt-Me                

Spreading A Little Holiday Joy, No Period Required.

   This is how my story flows, the three of us strumming into rows, indulging in some quiet Christmas shopping joys, without the rest of our boys.

   As Abram strolls, there we were, digging through racks of goodies on poles.

   When out of the corner of my eye did appear but a glimpse of my husband in total fear; I look down, to find myself busting out with a tear.

   For the act that had happened was so sincere, for we should have known, there was too much silence near.

   There sat our two-year-old son, so shiny and bright, unwrapping a plastic thingy-ma-jigger in such delight.

   So my purse held that one special thing, that kept his mind in string, oh, I mean swing.

   As we stood and watched, our dear son try to apply it as lip gloss, I thought to myself, it probably would work better as floss.

   Now my husbands fear has turned into two bold rouged cheeks, and after having four kids I was in fear of a leak.

   I look at my husband, red cheeks and all and think, WOW, he would make the most perfect Santa Clause; and perhaps now, I could land myself in a commercial for pre-menopause. 

   And so what might you think we would make from this, but that Tampax has been the achiever in bliss. 

  So Merry Christmas to all and all a goodnight, this story will once again come to light; when his wedding day glows so bright.

                           
Cheers!!!


Dana Hunt-Me

  

  

Me So Funny - Finding culture within yourself.

 So how hard is it to order white rice?

  So there I was at the counter of our favorite Chinese Restaurant placing an order to go. I was able to clearly start my order off with two large wonton soups but everything went down hill after that.

                                             

  This is the gal that kindly makes her husband call and place the order so I can just hear him speak in his half-chinese (not an ounce in him), half- cacasian (fully loaded with a speck of Viking) voice. And, by the time he hangs-up, I wonder if he should have been taking the order? I will capture the video of his amazing award-worthy ablity one day, I have yet to catch him off guard, must be that speck of Viking.

                                            

  So back to that counter, where I stood still trying to place my order, "Ok, two wonton soup" said the lady taking my order, "What else?", and what happened to roll out of my mouth but this, "and one large right rice". I thought to myself no that can't be, I did not just say that, well, not only did I say it, but she apprently did not understand me (???) or found some humor in having me repeat it. So I said it twice and this time louder and not on purpose may I add; I even tried super hard to say correctly. "I WILL TAKE ONE LARGE RIGHT RICE".

                                              

  Perhaps, the small portion of Asian in my blood is translating through me?

Dana Hunt-Me

My Life Looking Twenty Years Back, Stepping Out Of The Shadow For A Change. We Need To Make A Stand.

  Stepping Out Of The Shadow For A Change.

                                                 

  I am a resident of Jefferson County, West Virginia. I was born, raised and have lived here my whole life. I recently read an article in our local newspaper, The Journal, titled: "In Search Of Answers"  - "Parents concerned with school district’s response to complaints." I was very angered and saddened to hear that this was still happening 20 plus years after the same thing happened to me on a bus, with very little change in the outcome. It is a vicious cycle that continues to play over and over, and will countinue until change happens, let's break the cycle!

  This is a life changing event that someone decided to force upon another and will forever have a lasting effect.  We as parents, students, classmates and school personnel,  need to make a stand and work together. These acts of bullying, sexual and physical assaults need to be dealt with and not just swept under the rug. Much of this could be prevented if prior actions were taken within the schools, this needs to be a joint effort made by everyone coming together.

  We should feel some kind of security in sending our children off to school, yet they are the ones that seemingly have to protect themselves. I'm hearing that if they have to stand up for themselves, then they are the ones that get punished for doing so. Our children should not have to just stand there and take it.  I do not believe that fighting will solve the solution, but standing up for yourself is a completely  different story. We are in need of a big change in the School System (B.O.E); and the rules and regulations that govern our county schools.

  As I said, this has been ongoing for years. I was also extremely bullied and also sexually abused on a bus over twenty years ago.  The events were reported to the school, yet no action was ever taken.


  These acts are very serious and are not pleasant to hear.  But they do happen and will continue to happen. We need to make a stand and give our hard working teachers and bus drivers more ability to make more actions and help them stand behind their actions and their abilities to act.

  In 2007, prior to my second pregnancy with twins, I decided to apply to  Jefferson County Schools Transit System as a Bus Driver to supplement my families income. I went through all my training and was certified in 2008. I was a substitute driver and I was blown away by the lack of control I had on the bus and the over-whelming responsibilities and duties. I felt as if my hands were tied, I was against the odds.

  I'm also very sad to say, that dealing with the behavior of some of our children, mostly middle school aged, was not at all easy.  They were very creative in their word choices and actions towards me as a driver. Here I am, a grown adult and I felt like I was back being bullied in school. So I have seen it through the eyes of our bus drivers and have walked a mile in their shoes.

  I have seen both sides, neither which are easy or acceptable to say the least, but something has to give.  Regarding the children that are making these horrible decisions, they need to be held accountable for their action regardless of whom they are related. And, classmates, if you know or even think that something is going to happen, tell a parent, a teacher or someone within the school that you trust. As parents we need to become more aware and talk more with our children, get inside their heads and see the real picture. It is amazing how many sexual acts, both consensual and non-consensual, are happening while our children are under the eyes of our schools.  There is a good chance that they will not tell you unless you dig deep within them.

  As of today, I have four children, three that attend our public schools. I now transport my children to their school and will do so as long as I am able. It is not because I do not trust our bus drivers but because I feel the system does not work for either party, teachers included.

  I feel this is will not be a quick resolve and will take the efforts of all involved.  I do applaud those parents that have and continue to step forward for their children. I believe, if we as parents are aware of the actions happening, good or bad, to our children, we can make things different for them and the outcome of their well-being. But, we also need to be heard and not taken for granted by those who can help the most, The School Board (B.O.E).

                                                       

 The Answer Is Within Us, Lets Step Out Of The Shadow Together.


Dana Hunt-Me

Just about a toothbrush or is it?

  My son, Christian, and I were having a conversation one night about retiring his old toothbrush for his new one. He looked at me and said this, "Mom,...sometimes I  just have a hard time saying good-bye to certain things, I just feel like they have their own life."

  I so get you, Christian. You are my heart & soul, I am so blessed for you in my life! Amazing you are, Christian.

Dana Hunt-Me

Say cheeseburger, cheeseburger, cheeseburger....

Say cheeseburger, cheeseburger, cheeseburger....
                                     

                         Abe - November, 7th 2012    

 

Dana Hunt-Me        

The Road That Takes You.

  I remember when these country roads were small and went both ways....

                          

  Remember when, going downtown meant that's where you mean to go.

  Remember when, standing up for what you believed in meant something and was not looked down upon.

  Remember when, ignorance was not well tolerated and teachers had the say.

  Remember when, parents were parents and not friends to their children.

  Remember when, losing your marbles meant just what it means, and others helped you pick them up.

  Remember when, a secret meant it was kept that way and someones word meant just that.

  Remember when, family meant kin.

  Remember when, asking for a cup meant that others sugar bowls were full, if you were in need.

  Remember when, getting mail meant going to a mailbox.

  Remember when, working hard for something meant earning it and not just going out to get it.

  Remember when, the pledge meant; One Nation Under God.

  Remember when, getting lost meant finding yourself on an old dirt road.

 

  
 I remember when these country roads were small, went both ways and took you where you belong, home.  
                    
Dana Hunt-Me