I was planning to write about beauty--specifically about the beautiful places I have lived and the different types of beauty this world holds.
HOWEVER, in an abrupt change of plans, I am putting on my fightin' boots, and getting ready to go help a friend at an IEP (Individual Education Plan) meeting for her severely disabled son--the school doesn't want to provide the services he needs, because he is expensive. I understand that we need to take care of all of the students, and that special needs are expensive--and I am going to smile sweetly, and (in much politer terms than this) tell them to "Pull up their big-girl panties and deal with it".
One of the things about being the mother of a disabled child is how it brings out the latent Valkyrie tendencies in women.
This picture is not fierce enough--but it is really hard to show the level of protectiveness we are talking about!
The songs are better if you listen to them in order--especially if you need prepare yourself to kick some tushes and take some names!