If the traditional definition of marriage is the state of being united to a person of the opposite sex as husband or wife in a consensual and contractual relationship recognized by law, when was the union of two people, of the same sex, added to this definition?  It doesn't make any sense to me.

I can think of 2 people in my family involved in this kind of activity, but it's not something I condone.  I was taught growing up in the "church" that marriage was a privilege a man and a woman held that cemented their promise of obligation toward each other.  It's like two pieces of a puzzle that just fit.  I am of that generation where everyone decided to "come out."  I don't want to see all that!  It's a sickness to me and I would prefer we were still in my grandparent's day where you just stayed in the closet.  Way back in the darkest part of the closet.  We were meant to procreate.  It's the natural order of things.

That's why it's very important that a child is either raised by both parents, or surrounded by caring adults, male and female.  It's not normal for a male child to be influenced by his mother alone.  I was a single parent, but made sure my sons were influenced by my brothers, uncles, father and cousins.  I can't teach a boy to be a man.  Only a man can.

Many, but not all, of your negotiations will be conducted while you are seated. When you sit you adopt a posture that's halfway between the extremes of lying down and standing up. When you sit down with someone, you signal your social availability to them. Sitting with someone means you are accessible to them; you can see, touch and hear each other. This sitting together can be informal, as when you talk to your friends or when you eat breakfast together with your family, or formal, as when you sit with your boss to be told whether or not you've got a pay rise this year. What you intend to do when you sit together and the way that you intend to do it influence the seating arrangement that you choose. For example, the corner seating arrangement is the most informal. In this, you're close to the other person, you can see and touch them as well as being able to see their papers or notes. While sitting side by side is less informal, it is usually seen as a seating arrangement that is co_operative. It is easy, for example, to compare or exchange written material in this position. But when you're in _competition with or unsure about someone, then you almost always choose to sit opposite to them. You do this so that you can see and watch what they're doing. Many of your formal _negotiations will adopt this 'sitting opposite' seating arrangement. The opposing teams will face each other across a rectangular table with the team leaders seated opposite to each other. But in really big negotiations — such as those between several opposing groups — the people present are often limited to the representatives of those groups and are seated in a large circle or at a circular table. What happens at these negotiations is often controlled by a chairperson — who has to act impartially — and speakers may even have to get up to go to a stand or podium to make their case.

But you don't have to use rectangular tables, nor do you have to abide by the 'sitting opposite' arrangement. For example, you and the other side can sit at a round table or even at no table at all, and you don't have to sit in opposition to each other — you can mix the two teams up by sitting them adjacent to each other. Whatever you decide to do about the seating arrangements for your negotiation it is worth making sure that:

• the seats that you use are comfortable
• the people on your team that you need to check or consult with are seated near you
• the person from the other side with whom you have the most conflict or difficulty is seated near to or opposite to you — so that you can make eye contact with them you can make eye contact with the key people in both your team and theirs.

... the opposite of faith is not doubt, but certainty.

This quote came to mind during a Bible study this week going over Luke 12:49-59.  Particularly, the verses where Jesus said that He came not to bring peace, but division.  Jesus' intention for saying such words are probably a statement of fact:  There are going to be families (and friends) divided on the basis of faith and rejection of the Gospel.

But this led into two different tangents:

The first was the fact that, without Jesus, we are all under the federal headship of Adam, that is, we are all united in rebellion against our God.  We are united in sin and death, pain and suffering.  A diagram often used to share the Gospel is a bridge diagram, showing two land masses separated by a deep chasm.  Man is on one side and God is on the other, and sin is what separates them and breaks the relationship.  Jesus is the bridge that lets man get from one side to the other.  But perhaps there is only one land mass:  Where God is.  So where does man fit into this diagram?  He is in the chasm, groundless in sin.  Maybe Jesus would be a ladder or something... the analogy breaks down.  However, when Jesus came, He brought both peace and division.  He made a way for man to be reconciled to God (peace), yet that means that a man with faith will be separated from the rest of the world (division).

The second talked about division in one's own heart.  It is basically a smaller and personal scale of the first example, in that without Jesus our hearts are united in sin:  There is only one motive and our hearts have only one master.  However, when Jesus enters our hearts, He grants us the ability to serve a different master.  We are given the choice to serve either sin or God, and this choice is both an event (or crisis) and a process.  When we first make the choice of conversion (event) and throughout our everyday lives and small decisions (process).  One does not happen without the other.  This beautiful division is what I think we need to seek.

I prayed so often in Mexico for my heart to be undivided; that I only wanted to have the desire to serve the people of Mexico.   I ultimately came upon the realization that I wanted to desire to serve only God.  However, now I realize that this is impossible on Earth.  We are always going to have two different motives acting upon every movement; every decision.  So if we feel undivided, I think it is a scary feeling.  Because, most likely, we are unidivided for ourselves.

So, if anything, we should be asking God to bring more division to our hearts.

And this ties back into the quote by Father Tome.  If we are certain and if there are no doubts, we cannot call what we believe in 'faith.'  In the same way that faith only exists in the presense of doubt and courage only exists in the face of fear, then good choices and discernment of those choices are only manifest inside a divided heart.

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     Listen carefully to what is being promoted in the Presidential campaign.  A candidate promotes government run programs, government leaders are constantly promoting bail outs.  If we carefully research and logically think through the socialistic ideals being promoted we will see much error.  The error is something as simple as a couple of examples.

First, consider minimum wage as an example.  Currently, we essentially have 3 levles of income or "3 classes," (though each of these classes have varying degrees) in our economical makeups - lower, middle, upper.  When minimum wag increases occur the low income earners get an increae in pay.  The middle earners do not receive this increase.  The upper earners don't either, but they are normally the corporate or business owners.  If a business owner has to increase wages, they will increase the cost of their product or service because their expenses have increased.  Corporate America is not going to take a pay (profit) cut nor should they be required to do so.  The pay raise is effectively negated and pointless due to the rise in cost of the product and/or service.   Then what is the damage you ask.  The middle class has not had an increase in income, yet their cost of living has gone up substantially.  This means you have effectively given the middle class a pay cut and only managed to move them closer to the lower class.  The upper class is generally unaffected negatively.  And you now have only 2 class levels or levels of income, upper and lower class.

     Another example are the ideas on taxes to promote or afford the "new" governmental programs and bailouts.  If you increase the taxes on corporations (at this time the target are the oil companies), they increase the cost of their goods and services.  Again, they will not take a cut in profit.  In most cases they will likely over adjust to compensate for future risk also.  So, the same effect is here as in the minimum wage case.  The middle class feels the heat.  They are the ones who feel the economic pressure.   Once again effectively decreasing the gap between the middle and lower class income levels.  The upper class is either distanced from the two classes (which are now one) or at a minimum stays the same.

     Now consider what is being attempted right now.  The minimum wage has gone up and taxes are possibley heading that direction (depending on the upcoming elections).  In discussing these two scenarios, it is obvious the middle class will be effectively eliminated, leaving only an upper class and a lower class.  Care to guess who the ruling class will be?  The government will be the ruling class, the upper class.  The "other" class will be the ruled class, who are enslaved and dominated, subjected to the will and fickle desires of the ruling class.

     What, you say, does all of this have to do with the verse quoted at the beginning?  Go back to the old monarchy system of Europe.  European nations with brutal, controlling, manipulating kings and queens using their "subjects" as pawns, entertainment, play things and power gaining purposes.  Our ancestors, our forefathers left Europe for those reasons.  Our forefathers left Europe so their descendants did not have to live under such oppresion, but could live in and enjoy freedom and liberty.  When they left Europe to come to America, they set up a system which was directly opposite of that which they were fleeing.  The direct opposite of what they fled is personal responsibility, self-sufficiency, hard work and freedom, enabling many to succeed as opposed to only the powerful.  How many stories have we heard of the infamous "rags to riches" variety?  How many of those "rags to riches" stories are of immigrants.  Immigrants who left their own country due to a lack of freedom and liberty and came to America with nothing.

     America is the opposite of the old Europe and even current Europe.  America is here and is successful because we were not Europe.  America's way of doing things - liberty, freedom, self sufficiency, hard work and personal responsibility- are and improvement and growth from the European approach.  The United States of America was established because those in America disagreed with the ways of the "old country" from which they came and wanted to improve on them.  Europe is where America came from because of the error in its methods.  Why would America want to turn it's back on what has made it successful in order to go back to what it has already learned does not work from experience.  "As a dog returneth to his vomit, so a FOOL returneth to his folly." Proverbs 26:11.  Do you know what verse 12 says?  Do you want to know what verse 12 says?  "Seest thou a man wise in his own conceit? there is no more hope of a fool than him."  The whole passage of Scripture, Proverbs 26, speaks to the current social and political climate in America.  Verse 26 through 28 say, "Whose hatred is covered by deceit, his wickedness shall be shewed before the whole congregation.  Whoso diggeth a pit shall FALL THEREIN: and he that rolleth a stone, it WILL RETURN ON HIM.  A lying tongue hateth those that are afflicted by it; and a flattering mouth worketh ruin."  Sound like politics and the American condition to you?

"I owe my success to having listened respectfully to the very best advice, and then going away and doing the exact opposite."

Gilbert Keith Chesterton (May 29, 1874 – June 14, 1936) was an influential English writer of the early 20th century.

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My "secret" for yummy cakes is that I'm always letting the taste go first. I never put less butter or sugar for health reasons, and I always use real (salted) butter - and never margarine. The difference in taste is huge! Banana cake - fine - that's sweet. Apple cake - wonderful with the right amount of sugar. Carrot cake? No way!! Carrots are food - not cake stuff. I don't waste my cake eating time on eating half-tasty stuff.

When it comes to food it's the opposite. I'm trying to make healthy food.. not to much fat - and as far as possible no artificial crap. I have to confess I'm still working on this.. but that's mainly because sausage and chicky bits are cheaper than chicken.. and we can't afford eating like kings. We're eating a lot of vegetables too. As long as we eat all this healthy food most of the time(during the week).. we can once in a while(Friday evening) eat my really unhealthy cakes and cookies without feeling bad about it.

Conclusion - Food is supposed to be healthy. Cakes are supposed to be unhealthy. And cakes are not food! Sorry "all" Americans..(and lots of Israelis too) but I almost flipped out when I the first time heard somebody calling regular sweet cake "bread".. and when I realized there are people eating cake and snacks for breakfast. Same thing first time I heard about giving babies sweet food, cookies and drinks etc.(on a daily basis) with the motivation that the baby likes the sweet taste since that's what he is used to from the breast milk. I have heard that from many people I know by now. And I still think it's one of the most stupid things I've heard of. I would say that the first years in a kids life is the most important when it comes to creating healthy eating habits for the future.
Myself I felt bad about letting our 9 month old baby taste a tiny little piece from her brothers birthday cake..

I have no idea what I wanted to say with this post.

Anyway -You should never eat cookies, cakes or pie in my house if you are on a diet!

Then she went on to ask 'What is the opposite of Love?'

I answered automatically, 'Fear.'

'No. Love has no duality, no opposite,' she said.

Immediately my ears perked up, and I looked at her strangely.

Again she reiterated, 'Love has no opposite. Hate or Fear is not the opposite of Love. Because you cannot hate someone/something you do not love. The closest opposite to Love, if there is one, would probably be God/Divine/Source.'

Wow, this brief conversation that took place in less than 1 minute took my breath away.

What is the Opposite of Love?

When I was younger, I was taught that the opposite of Love is Hate (Gautama Buddha said, 'Hatred cannot be overcome by hatred; By love alone does hatred cease.')

These recent years however, I learnt that the opposite of Love is Fear, as taught by my spiritual teacher Tuck Loon. It's simple you see - love inspires all things beautiful, giving, open, kind, compassionate, etc. While fear on the other hand inspires anger, hatred, disgust, insecurity, denial, etc. All these emotions/reactions stem from having fear in our hearts.

Now, I am told that Love has no opposite, and this caused me to stop short in my tracks.

I Love, therefore I Hate

Understanding her statement that hate cannot exist without the existence of love warrants some explanation.

If we have strong feelings such as Hate for something or someone, it is because we have once loved it or wanted to love it (maybe such a long time ago that we do not remember). Then when the relationship turned sour (because that something or someone's nature had changed), we may start to hate it.

Supposing we do not love or care for something, for example, a dirty rag, would we hate it? Think about it, in the absence of love for this rag, is there any fear or hate present? You would experience a neutral feeling, wouldn't you?

The opposite of 'in' is 'out'. So, if there is no comprehension or understanding of the word 'in', can there be the meaning of the word 'out'?

I think this is what she meant by the statement 'Hate cannot exist unless there is Love'. So Hate exists because Love exists. And so does Fear.

Putting One on a Pedestal

Recently, I experienced some feelings and perceptions in my life that helped me understand this concept better.

You see, I have long-ago started looking up highly to someone in my life. This person was one who inspired me, guided me, lifted me up whenever I was down, and in my eyes, could do no wrong. Strangely, in our interaction recently, the person said a few things to me which was painful for me to receive and behaved in a way that I thought was inappropriate. And immediately after that, my earlier perception began to change, and now I detect some feelings of animosity or dislike towards this person, so strong that I even had the thought of avoiding or running away.

It illustrates so clearly that the degree of my strong feelings of 'hate' only originated because of the feelings of 'love'.

How do I get out?

Now, what if I have turned wiser, and begin to see all things in their true nature?

According to the wise Gautama Buddha, the highest form of 'love' is Equanimity. (In Pali language, it is known as upekkha). Equanimity is viewing pain or pleasure as neither unpleasant nor pleasant.

This means that no matter what happens, an equanimous person will remain at peace. Because s/he understands that the nature of all things are unsatisfactory, changeable and is not personal. So no matter what happens, s/he will not gravitate towards any endpoint in the Love-Hate spectrum.

Similarly, if I am truly equanimous and enlightened, then I would understand that the person in question is still human, and still bound to make mistakes or say words without checking the intention. They say that a person who is enlightened is able to view everything with unconditional love.

"The higher you go, the harder you fall," and this applies to putting others up on the pedestal too.

So, now I get another angle of how Love and Hate are part of the same "system" or "concept".

Now the question is, how do I get out of this "system"?

That's when I heard a pair of sneakers walk into my room, an unseen hand push against my stall door, and then on the one next to mine with more success.  As he sat down, I grabbed some toilet paper.  Then I heard a loud sound of liquid streaming that I was not quite expecting; it sounded as if he had been standing.

I looked under our conjoining wall and saw those sneakers defying my expectations; he was in fact sitting down.  I pondered the short list of possibilities and checked them against my small knowledge of pee physics, and concluded there was no explanation, unless...

I had acquired a somewhat nervous sweat.  I half wished that a woman had accidentally entered the men's room, but I knew the chances were slim.

Now, I know that public restrooms are not an easy topic for those whose bottom parts do not match the rest of their gender's.  Still, it was unsettling for me to encounter this and so I write about it, not to offend anyone, but to recount my embarrassing experience.  With that, I write on.

So I hastily continue grabbing toilet paper and I hear the loud piddling noise stop and he starts unrolling toilet paper.  As I get up, I see him get up too and confirm that there was no mistake.  I cannot remember if I had flushed or not, because I was too busy focusing on him and how to get out of the bathroom before him.  I do not want to have to face him.

Unfortunately, he and I came face to face at the sinks.  He noticed me looking at him and said, "Hey."  I did not say anything. I came this close to the door when I slipped.  I think I banged my head, but I got up right away and said, "Sorry."  I'm not sure what the thought process for that was.  My head hurt, so I guess I had an excuse.

As I left, the janitor entered.  He brought a "Wet Floor" sign.  When I got home, I remembered that I forgot my briefcase in the stall.

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Oh, the night I've had.

So, yeah, I'm moving in nine days.  My last day of work is next Saturday (which is in seven days), and I thought I'd have roughly until then to settle the matter(s) on Guitar Guy.  

Apparently, I was all sorts of wrong.

Tonight was Guitar Guy's birthday (oddly enough, it's also my kid brother's birthday.  Whatever.)  So, I had a massive amount of trepidation about going in tonight, and even briefly considered calling in, so I wouldn't have to deal with the inevitable group of friends, including the girlfriend, that would show up to wish him good tidings.

I even found out a few days ago that there would be a cake and ice cream, which I assumed would mean that it was an even bigger deal, therefore an even more solid confirmation that the Girlfriend would show up.  I was unable to handle even the mental image of Guitar Guy receiving a birthday kiss from anyone but me.

However, the cake and ice cream seemed to be just from the band, and handled entirely in the green room, so that was a relief.  Guitar Guy swung down between the first and second sets (there are four), and I grabbed him to wish him a happy b-day, and all that jazz.

"So, my last day is next Saturday," I said, in an off-handed, pleasebeworkingSaturday type of way.  

"Oh ... I'm gone all next week."

There was a long pause in which we stared at each other, and then I glanced at his mouth.  "So, that means that tonight is ..." I trailed off, not really sure how I should phrase, "the last opportunity I have to rape you."

"Yeah," he said, checking his phone for the time.  The next set was about to start so he leaned forward and squeezed my shoulder.  "I will be back," he promised, but then was forced to run to the stage.

During the next set, while alternately having really intense eye sex with Guitar Guy, a Boy came in who has been casually dating one of my good friends, a light tech from the club, who wasn't in tonight.  The Boy is very sweet, if not slightly below my friend's potential league, and I swung by to say hello and chat him up a bit.

"Where is Josh tonight?" the Boy asked.

"Oh, he's off yesterday and today," I answered, jovially.

"Really?"

"Yeah, we went to see The Dark Knight, yesterday.  It was amazing."

"...  Well, then apparently I've been repeatedly lied to.  Because, he told me he had to work every day for the past two weeks, and was booked solid for the weekend."

"... oh ... um ... oh ..."

Now, honestly, what was I supposed to do?  I immediately told the other working light tech, and we texted him to warn him, but never got responses.  I now have a slip of receipt paper in my apron that says, "Tell Josh I'll miss him."

I feel responsible.  But, honestly!  

How was I to know?

Anyway, so, around the time we were texting Josh about me completely screwing up his romantic venture, I noticed this very petite woman dressed like a cheap stripper near the sound booth.  I knew immediately that this was the Girlfriend.

Physically, she's polar opposite of me.  I'm reasonably tall (5'6"), curvy, blonde, and I look my age, which is 22.  This girl looked OLD, but I guess hot in a far-away sort of manner.  She was kinda-Asian, super small, and boy-shaped.

It honestly astounds me that the same man would find both of us attractive.  

I should also mention that the other time I've seen her, she didn't look Asian.  Just tonight.  Maybe it was the caked on eye makeup.

I passed by her, with my eyes still locked on his, and looked at her next to me, then back to him.  He didn't even realize who I'd looked at for another few minutes.  So, even if she didn't know who I was before that point, she knew now.

She spent the rest of the evening glaring at me.  I suppose this was warranted, but I'm pretty sure she knew who I was before she even got there, since it was in front of one of her friends/co-workers that I found out about her existence.

He came down after the next set, and I brought him a shot the door host had bought him.  I did this quickly so to not be forced to meet her, but he hadn't even made time for her yet.  When he did, they stood a polite distance apart and conversed.

The Light Tech for this evening went on and on about how much closer he stands to me when we talk.  It's true.  There's chemistry between us, even if there's comfort between them.  Comfort relationships depress me.  

As she talked to him, she continued to glare at me.  This, for some reason, put me in a better mood, and I continued to flounce about, making obscene amounts of money off of my tables.

So, since nothing aside from continued eye contact (right in front of her!) happened for the next set, we're going to skip ahead to the next break, where he and she go outside and have a giant blow-out argument.  I wonder if I was part of it.

She stormed back in, tears running down her face, which seemed to put everyone in the club into a morbidly good mood, and he just didn't seem to care in the least.  He went back on stage, and had a great time.  

We even had some close proximity eye contact after that, including a booth leaving and me cleaning it in the most inappropriate way possible.  I climbed into it, sitting up on my knees and wiped it down in un-necessarily slow, wide circles, with my eyes on him.  

He liked it.

The table probably never got all the way clean.

And I found out afterward that all the while, she was upstairs leaning over the balcony, right in his line of view, with big crocodile tears and a pout, and he just ignored her, and watched me clean a table.

Unfortunately, she never just left, which I was counting on, since this would be the probable last time I'd ever see him.  

So, when the night ended, and she was still following him around like the Super Nintendo version of Zelda, I weaved my way through the tables toward him as he was waving goodbye.

"You know I'll never see you again, right?" I said, loudly, drawing his attention as I got closer.

"Right.  Never again," he said, as though we're destined to see each other over and over for the rest of our lives.

"You have to say goodbye," I said, and went to give him a light hug, since she was standing right there, but he scooped me into his arms hard, and held me very tight.

After a moment's hesitation, I threw my arms around his neck and sank into it myself.  "I'm going to miss you, you know.  I really am."

"I know," he said.

"I know that you know," I responded, tearfully, and he leaned his head against mine.  If she hadn't been standing there, we would've kissed.  We both felt it.

Apparently, she just stood there with her jaw on the ground, staring at us, then grabbed his guitar and made a huffy beeline for the door.

So, while not ideal, the night was kind of awesome.  However, it should've been awesome of its own accord, not as the Last Night We'd Ever See Each Other.  What shit timing, seriously.

So, a few minutes ago, I added him on facebook.  As soon as he approves me, I'm sending him a message letting him know that I never got to say goodbye like I wanted to, my phone number, and an invitation for "coffee or something."

He may be out of town until I move.  Gone.  

It may be over now.  But, it shouldn't be.  It was never supposed to end like this. 

Maybe it hasn't.

Rain
I can hear the sound of rain

Falling neatly
Almost silently
Replying to all the desperate pleas
Filling the void
Opposite is the answer
Opposite is best

Day
Day break has come

I've been re-reading this book called Whatever You Think, Think the Opposite, which I bought in 2006. The ideas presented by Paul Arden is rather... different, to say the least. A true maverick, if ever there's one.

Maybe it's time to really consider doing the opposite. In page 56-57 of the book, he wrote:

Take charge.

Be your own worst critic.

When things go wrong, it's tempting to shift the blame. Don't.

Accept responsibility. People will appreciate it, and you will find out what you're capable of.

I've also found some other related materials pertaining to his way of thinking, which might be useful when you're stuck in your thoughts, which was derived from his other book called It's Not How Good You Are, It's How Good You Want To Be.

Paul Arden was the Executive Creative Director of Saatchi & Saatchi in London. He passed away on 2nd April 2008, aged 67.

Through July 9th Mercury is opposite Pluto, bringing into the open what has been hidden. Secrets are revealed and intense discussions are shared. Disruptive changes and dramatic challenges can surface. To survive and better yet, evolve, we must scrutinize these deep dark issues with fresh vision. Hard times force us to release what would hold us back. This is a time to break through old barriers and pull together.

I may not know what I'm looking for until I find it. The hunt for good food involves forays in to dangerous land, blind gulleys and perhaps an encounter or two with the native wildlife.

One thing I do know is that this, under no circumstances, is good food:

Krispy Kreme Cheeseburger

I'm sure you'll find someone who thinks its great.  I'm sure that Chris is one of those people, catch him at the right time.  But not me. Besides the fat content, you can feel your arteries hardening just looking at that picture.

Yikes

He talks about the social science theory behind his lyrics.
I love everything I can't define. Even though I always try to define everything.

He thinks in theories and seek rationality.
I believe in everything that doesn't make sense.

He is easygoing.
People always complain about how difficult I am.

He doesn't see the things I see in visual art.
I see colors and shades in everything, everywhere I go.

He can sing.
I think I am tone deaf.

He worships music as a musician.
I worship music as a poor listener.

He makes me feel a bit ashamed when I compare myself to him.
I used to consider myself as open minded.

He is so down to earth...
that I feel shallow compared to him.

He plays with kids in the street and even let them climb on him.
I have never been good with kids.

He gives a precise answer to all my questions.
I don't like people asking me too many questions.

He is surprisingly relaxed in front of my camera.
I love being behind my camera.

He glows calmness.
I glow skepticism.

Things have been kinda Rocky with me and D, we've been fighting a lot which I wouldn't have said was due to PMS but AF showed up this morning so I'm thinking that might have been what was so off this week with us.

This weekend is a town celebration (of what, im not sure) called "Party in the Park"- Free hot dogs tonight so In about 20 mins Im goin to get me some free hot dogs. :)

I am in dire need of a new purse and a new bra. So Im thinking that in a week or two when I have some $$$ Im gonna have to have a Girls shopping trip or something. It sounds like fun and may be just what I need right now.

The person that works opposite me (same job opposite days) is done at the end of this month. I really would like a few of her nights but I dont really think its going to happen.  Well see though.

and Passion Is 6 months old. Had her check up yesterday and is 18lbs!! That lil chunker, I'll put an updated picture up when I get home. Shes gotten her first tooth, we watched her roll over, shes Giggled for me, She can almost hold her own bottle (one that has handles) Shes jsut growing up so dang fast!!

Thank you for your question Kelly.

I appreciate you asking this question because when I was in high school I wanted to know the same thing. I had to figure things out on my own due to my circumstances (if you don't know my story yet please feel free to read the About VBHL page!) so I had to come up with any excersize or physical movements to help my body get used to using my non-dominant arm.

I am pleased to say that my methods proved successful for me and I can now hit with both arms, giving me an added bonus to my list of strategic offensive moves.

Ok, down to the point. My method is VERY SIMPLE. HITTING AGAINST THE WALL. There, I said it. It may seem like something not worth doing but seriously, if it worked for me I'm sure it can work for other people. You ever have a coach that tells you "every time you hit against the wall practice perfect form blah blah blah"? Well the reason being is because every time you hit against the wall that is one more opportunity for you muscle memory to learn the "perfect form".