Take a look at this article regarding ADHD medicines from ABC News.
http://abcnews.go.com/Health/Drugs/story?id=3515271&page=1
I have a serious issue with ADD and ADHD myself.
This diagnosis has become epidemic, and it almost seemingly ties in with the progression of parents not being as involved in their children's lives, too much tv and video games, and poor diets accompanied with little to no exercise.
When we adopted my kids, they wanted to push the ADD label on my son. They wanted him medicated for it, but weren't allowed to being the home they were living in wasn't his "legal guardian" so to speak.
Yeah, he acted out some, but he was in a home (along with his sister), that wasn't designed for adoptive placement children. It was a religiously funded group home that was the only place in the state that could take both of my kids without seperating them.
So, he was in there with all of these "bad children" and mimicked what he saw.
How do I know? They've been here 2 years and he doesn't act anything NEAR how he acted in the group home. He was always in trouble, always had priviledges removed. A lot of it, I think they just liked doing to him...because it didn't sound like something that I would've taken priviledges from.
I just post this so parents will not just accept a label for their child and a medication to drug them down. Children HAVE energy...we all remember what that was like. It's your job as a parent to channel that energy into appropriate activities, and ALWAYS question a diagnosis and learn all you can about it so your child doesn't fall into one of those categories in school where teachers think "oh well, he has ADHD...I'll have to be harder on him", and your child then doesn't get a fair shake.
Monday, September 8, 2008
Wednesday, September 3, 2008
Drive or Talk...YOU Decide!!!
If there's not one thing that people agree on that drive them crazy, it's CELL PHONE usage!
Okay, yes, I do own a cell phone. Yes, I have taken a call while driving. However, I pay more attention to the ROAD than the caller, and I don't stay on for hours, ignoring everything on the street.
Today we have what is left of Hurricane Gustav raining down on us. Nice, steady rainfall...makes a nice cool morning.
Well, I am taking my kids to school, and we all hear this horrible brake sound...somewhere close, a car wasn't stopping.
I looked to my rearview mirror, and the truck behind me (I'm at a stop sign, btw) is stopped...so I look to my left, and here comes this Silver Jeep Liberty sliding toward us, full speed, about to lose control!
I wouldn't have gotten so nervous except for the fact I was driving my mom and dad's truck...and it's a beautiful garage kept 1997 Ford F-150, and it only has 72k miles on it, so surely any car affecianado will understand what I mean by how nice this truck is.
She single handedly, and I MEAN single handedly corrected herself and got stopped in the intersection, all while talking on her cell phone, made a sharp left, and sped down the hill, and didn't even pause for the tracks below.
My philosophy has always been, better late than never...but never let yourself be late in the first place.
For this woman's one time of poor judgement, she could have seriously injured herself and my family...and over what...what was so important that she had to be on the telephone and not paying attention to what she was doing???
Drive or talk, YOU decide!
"Come to me all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am gentle and humble in heart and you will find rest for your souls. For my yoke is easy and my burden is light." (Mt. 11:28-30)
Okay, yes, I do own a cell phone. Yes, I have taken a call while driving. However, I pay more attention to the ROAD than the caller, and I don't stay on for hours, ignoring everything on the street.
Today we have what is left of Hurricane Gustav raining down on us. Nice, steady rainfall...makes a nice cool morning.
Well, I am taking my kids to school, and we all hear this horrible brake sound...somewhere close, a car wasn't stopping.
I looked to my rearview mirror, and the truck behind me (I'm at a stop sign, btw) is stopped...so I look to my left, and here comes this Silver Jeep Liberty sliding toward us, full speed, about to lose control!
I wouldn't have gotten so nervous except for the fact I was driving my mom and dad's truck...and it's a beautiful garage kept 1997 Ford F-150, and it only has 72k miles on it, so surely any car affecianado will understand what I mean by how nice this truck is.
She single handedly, and I MEAN single handedly corrected herself and got stopped in the intersection, all while talking on her cell phone, made a sharp left, and sped down the hill, and didn't even pause for the tracks below.
My philosophy has always been, better late than never...but never let yourself be late in the first place.
For this woman's one time of poor judgement, she could have seriously injured herself and my family...and over what...what was so important that she had to be on the telephone and not paying attention to what she was doing???
Drive or talk, YOU decide!
"Come to me all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am gentle and humble in heart and you will find rest for your souls. For my yoke is easy and my burden is light." (Mt. 11:28-30)
Tuesday, September 2, 2008
And America Wonders Why We're Fat...
On select mornings, I have to have my 2 children at school at 6:45 a.m. for Basketball practice. Driving home today from practice, I happened to take note at all of the donut shops in my small little town, filled to the maximum.
Perhaps I was hungry and that's why I took notice, or perhaps I was disgusted with the amount of cars piling in to each location...I don't know...but my goodness...I could not believe the amount of people in line, scurrying in for the last maple long john.
It doesn't take a genius to know that donuts should only be a treat now and then, and not something you should partake of on a daily basis. They are extremely high in fat and cholesterol.
And, if you're like the typical American today, odds are, you're not eating that donut and then working off the calories on your farm...you're going to the office, taking them home to your family and vegging out on the couch watching The Price is Right before you start washing clothes.
What is worse is the poor manners that the patrons use while waiting in line for their precious ball of yeast. You can tell immediately who falls into what category: Rich and Powerful, Good Old Boy, and Rushed Mom.
See, the "rich and powerful" come in with their cell phones firmly attached to their heads, to show they haven't even had time to put on their blue tooth accessories. They are always dressed in crisp white or blue shirts, black slacks, and shoes so clean, you'd swear you could eat off of them. They want you to serve them YESTERDAY. You're too slow, the donuts look old (can I get a new batch in 30 seconds?), and the milk isn't as cold as they'd like it to be.
Then, you have the "Good Old Boy". The regular. There is a certain table reserved for them with an invisible sign, as "everyone" knows they are sitting there. Usually, they show up in groups, and there is always one that has to show up first, as he likes to steal some of the attention before the others come in. They are almost always elderly, wearing ball caps, flannel t-shirts, and blue jeans. Overweight, yes. Remember, they're donut store regulars. These are the type of people I would love to beat to the table and see how they react when someone else is sitting at "their" seat. haha
Then, you have the "rushed mom", who brings in her 3 or 4 children with pajamas on. Sometimes, even SHE will be wearing pajamas and slippers. Her children are so annoying that everyone gladly lets her kids sneak a few spots ahead in line just to get rid of them. Almost always, she forgets to count the amount of donuts she needs for her kids (I've got a hint...how about ONE each?) to "live on" during breakfast. They have arrived too late and there is no chocolate milk available, so she lets them get Dr. Pepper instead.
And America wonders why we're fat???
Perhaps I was hungry and that's why I took notice, or perhaps I was disgusted with the amount of cars piling in to each location...I don't know...but my goodness...I could not believe the amount of people in line, scurrying in for the last maple long john.
It doesn't take a genius to know that donuts should only be a treat now and then, and not something you should partake of on a daily basis. They are extremely high in fat and cholesterol.
And, if you're like the typical American today, odds are, you're not eating that donut and then working off the calories on your farm...you're going to the office, taking them home to your family and vegging out on the couch watching The Price is Right before you start washing clothes.
What is worse is the poor manners that the patrons use while waiting in line for their precious ball of yeast. You can tell immediately who falls into what category: Rich and Powerful, Good Old Boy, and Rushed Mom.
See, the "rich and powerful" come in with their cell phones firmly attached to their heads, to show they haven't even had time to put on their blue tooth accessories. They are always dressed in crisp white or blue shirts, black slacks, and shoes so clean, you'd swear you could eat off of them. They want you to serve them YESTERDAY. You're too slow, the donuts look old (can I get a new batch in 30 seconds?), and the milk isn't as cold as they'd like it to be.
Then, you have the "Good Old Boy". The regular. There is a certain table reserved for them with an invisible sign, as "everyone" knows they are sitting there. Usually, they show up in groups, and there is always one that has to show up first, as he likes to steal some of the attention before the others come in. They are almost always elderly, wearing ball caps, flannel t-shirts, and blue jeans. Overweight, yes. Remember, they're donut store regulars. These are the type of people I would love to beat to the table and see how they react when someone else is sitting at "their" seat. haha
Then, you have the "rushed mom", who brings in her 3 or 4 children with pajamas on. Sometimes, even SHE will be wearing pajamas and slippers. Her children are so annoying that everyone gladly lets her kids sneak a few spots ahead in line just to get rid of them. Almost always, she forgets to count the amount of donuts she needs for her kids (I've got a hint...how about ONE each?) to "live on" during breakfast. They have arrived too late and there is no chocolate milk available, so she lets them get Dr. Pepper instead.
And America wonders why we're fat???
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