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Naturally Occurring

Penulis : Unknown on Friday 30 March 2012 | 14:43

Friday 30 March 2012

On World Down Syndrome Day there was a live streaming webcast from the UN conference. I wasn't able to watch it at the time, but thanks to a link on Plus15's blog I'm able to catch up on what I missed. There were speakers from all over the world, including many self-advocates. I haven't had a chance to watch it all yet, but I am glad I caught the short speech of Rose Mordi, from Nigeria.

She opened her speech with this description of Down syndrome - "Down syndrome is a naturally occurring chromosome arrangement that has always been part of the human condition." (If you get the chance, listen to Rose's whole speech. It isn't that long and it is so very worth it. I think it is about 1.25 in to the video. Listen to her talk about what having Down syndrome is like in Nigeria. And how brave she was to start the Nigerian Down Syndrome Foundation 10 years ago at the risk of being ostracized.)

How awesome is that statement? How powerful? How beautiful? How much would society's perception of individuals with Down syndrome change if it was described that way?

It so eloquently and to-the-point summed up my thoughts and what I tried to convey in my post - Hope and Normalcy that I wrote almost 5 years ago. This is (part) of what I said in that post, "...maybe Down syndrome is a normal part of the genetic make-up, if it happens that often.

Maybe one day it will be just a part of the person, and not a defining sad moment at birth. Maybe labor and delivery rooms would sound like this,

"It's a boy! No hair, dark eyes, 46 chromosomes! Congratulations" or
"It's a girl! "Blond curly hair, blue eyes, and 47 chromosomes! Congratulations!"


This is the message George Estreich wrote about in his book The Shape of the Eye. He writes about the history of Down syndrome as it was first described by John Langdon Down and how his descriptions - especially basing it on just one boy in particular to describe a whole population of people - and how his descriptors shaped how society views people with Down syndrome.

George also has a wonderful description of Down syndrome that echoes what Rose said, that echos what I wrote in my post of 5 years ago and that is ...the children existed before they were discovered; what changed, after Down, was the way they were known....even though we have rejected the name he chose (originally Mongolian idiots), the terms of his description are still with us." 

I wrote about the Perks of Down Syndrome as a mostly tongue-in-cheek post. But there are some truths there; especially how Down syndrome is described in medical books, taught in medical school, how doctors and geneticists describe it to parents. Parents are given a long list of negative descriptors about their baby.

Down syndrome is described as an abnormality, a disorder ... yet how different would we view it if it was just described as Rose said? That it is indeed a naturally occurring chromosome arrangement that has always been part of the human condition.

What if we started to refer to Down syndrome in this way? What if doctors were to use this descriptor?  There might be a slow, subtle change with the perceptions of society, but it just might happen. It might not happen in my time, but the change can start now in my time. And maybe, just maybe, in the future, those with Down syndrome will be welcomed in to this world with open, loving arms. But even more, they will be accepted without question of having an 'extra' chromosome.

I write this post as I sit outside in our back patio watching my 47-chromosomed daughter playing with my 46-chromosomed son and what could be more normal than that?

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"Endless Winter"

Penulis : Unknown on Thursday 29 March 2012 | 02:30

Thursday 29 March 2012

"Endless Winter"

It's ok.
It's fine.
I don't need it.
It's not mine.

I don't want it to be.
Not for we.
Damn sure not for me.
Miss me with that.
Missed me? Called back?
When?
After the backtrack?
After you fell back?

Yeah. I felt that.
So fall back.
Go away.
Not today.
Forgot yesterday.
Could care less about tomorrow.
No tears shed.
No sorrow.

No emotion for you to borrow.
Just lots of nonchalance
Blended well with indifference.
Steep death sentence.

No knife in the back.
No dagger to the heart.
Help pick up the slack.
Let's rip it all apart.

Chop the head off.
Take what we said off.
The apologies have grown stale.
All debts have been paid off.

You owe me nothing.
We're done with the shuffling.
Breathe easy. No more suffering.
Hands down. No more bluffing.
No handcuffing.
No erupting.
Don't expect something.
I promise I'm not fronting.

Let go of the day.
Nothing more to say.
I'll push through today
And leave you to your ways.

You may resent this;
But it doesn't matter.
I'd rather share distance
That be forced to bare witness.

I feel witless.
Tired of grasping at straws.
Can't scratch with blunt claws.
I'm done with these laws.

There is no democracy.
Spare me the idiocy.
I do not require a bureaucracy
For what I wish to see.

So leave me.
Right here.
Goodbye, dear.
Don't fear.

It's ok.
It's fine.
I don't need it.
It's not mine.

I don't want it.
Not for we.
Not for me.
Don't want to be.

Don't need you to breathe.
I've okay under this tree.
Don't need the bed sheets.
Cold air doesn't bother me.
That umbrella wasn't free.
I don't mind the rain.
I'm a big boy, see?
I can clean my own stains.

I don't feel pain.
Can't relate to disdain.
Can barely fathom strain.
I truly can't complain.

No grievances to render.
No psyche to dismember.
Nothing is worn or tender.
Nothing left to remember.

Nothing to return to sender.
Gave it all back.
Early Fall leads to endless Winter.
Spring and Summer aren't coming back.

Written By: Devin Joseph Metz
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"Infidelity Theory"

Penulis : Unknown on Wednesday 28 March 2012 | 21:25

Wednesday 28 March 2012

"Infidelity Theory"

There you go:
You say "You know better
than to send love letters
to rug munchers and home wreckers!"
You say you're leaving me alone.
Well, can I at least have my phone;
and before we start fighting,
can I get that in writing?

I mean, if you want to be frank,
this king sized bed isn't yours,
and that key won't unlock the door,
but your back also meets my floor.
That's not my wedding ring,
In fact, I never bought you anything
more than cheap wine or onion rings;
so how can you judge my flings?

Oh; so now I'm a hypocrite
When you send me that text
after your husband chews you out
and calls you on your shit?
You've got some wit, girl.
Finish your fit, girl.
Go on, now. Quit, Girl.......

......the fire's lit, girl........

The chair smacks the wall.
I flip over the coffee table.
Neighbors listen. My name is called.
We get violent and unstable.

That crazy, ugly, dirty,
dangerous shit that you like:
pounding you in the recliner,
drilling you on my exercise bike,
Legs up in the corner.
You climb walls like towers
whilst I serve you with power.
We finish in the shower.

Pizza Rolls in the microwave
next to the Hawaiian Punch.
You ask if I have money saved.
You want to go out for lunch.
You get that crazy look
then you say "Never mind..."
I'm ironing my work clothes.
You stroke me from behind.

I say "It's time for you to go."
You say "Why, baby? take it slow...
...you're bulging...watch it grow..."
I guess I can't say no...

I missed three text messages.
The phone rings twice.
I've lost all hesitance.
Your lips feel so nice......

You're hungry for more;
but I just heard the car door...
"Shit! Girl, stop!"
My pants fall to the floor.

What's more:

Your lipstick is on my boxers,
You left marks on my chest,
and your perfume is on my vest...

You duck behind the chair;
but she can see your fake hair.
"Baby, it's not what you think..."
She heads straight for the sink.

The necklace and wedding ring
are grinding in the shredder.
She says "I knew it was that bitch!
Now it's time to behead her!!!!"

With a meat cleaver in her hand,
she has already outlined her plan.
I try to stop her. She trips.
Her phone falls from her hips.

You escape through the back door;
The phone buzzes on the floor.
"Are you free tonight, baby?
I've something special in store."

I can't believe my eyes.
Who would've thought to wonder?
The text on my wife's phone
came from your husband's number...

Written By: Devin Joseph Metz
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"11:36 PM: Friday Night: 47th Floor"

"11:36 PM: Friday Night: 47th Floor"


To be honest,
I don't know modesty.
Honestly, I don't think much
of beating around the bush
when thoughts of the tush,
the nappy dugout,
the leaky run-out,
the So_Damn_Tight_I_May_Never_Come_Out
are part of everything
you know I won't talk about...

...in front of her, him, they and them...
...at least...
...............
...............

......but since I have you here,
and you seem at ease,
let not this moment cease.
I want to speak my peace.



I want to be your niche.
I want to find my crease;
sloppy and smooth like grease.
I'll savor every

single

piece...



Displeased with the ease
and the whimsy.
and the flimsy.
Those who would shimmy
and offer me plenty
if I just whisper "Gimme."



I want what every guy can't grab.
I want what every "Hi" can't have.
I crave the type of touch
that another can't nab;
He that barely enchants the she
yet she is drawn closer to he
and further from me.
I want what "can't be."



Not an insurance policy.
No fits of idolatry.
Nothing short of fantasy.
Make this our reality.



Your eyes.....
they sparkle when they shine.
They have yet to leave mine.
They search for what's within:
They see past this warm skin.
Not altered by this cold wine.
They don't falter. They feel fine.


Thank you for your time.....


Nights like this are sublime.
Most of them move so fast.
Let's see just what we find.
Let's make this moment last...


Written By: Devin Joseph Metz
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Special Exposure Wednesday

My little girl. Looking so grown.

If you've followed my blog for awhile you might notice Kayla has been sporting a different hair style. She's had the same one for a few years now ... cut straight across above the shoulders and with bangs. All her school pictures were starting to look the same. So I thought I'd try growing her bangs out and having a longer length overall; it's still a work in progress, but I think it has made her look older!



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Kayla Makes Another TV Appearance

Penulis : Unknown on Tuesday 27 March 2012 | 13:50

Tuesday 27 March 2012

Kayla had the opportunity to be on the local ABC Affiliate for a segment on their Lowcountry Live! show. She was with Mr. Steve Hatton, a founder of the Summerville Miracle League. They were talking about SML and the upcoming annual fundraiser. I thought Kayla would be more talkative, but she seemed to become shy and  clammed up. Or she realized this wasn't a time or place for being loud and playing around :)

Here is their segment of the show.


For locals - the annual fundraiser is the Southern Flame Food and Music Festival. It is Sat, Apr 21st and Eddie Bush will be performing.


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"[Jaded](Sincerity)"


"[Jaded](Sincerity)"


Fill in the chasm with words. 
Thingss that are fathomed when heard. 
Words you can see with your eyes. 
Healing the broken inside. 
I took some time to read
And learned how to plant seeds
Because digging up dirt
Isn't always about self worth. 
Earth is too wet to be dry. 
Mud will never cover up lies. 
The sun will surely shine bright
and strip the wicked of their might. 


Wild ways, 
easy haze, 
short gazes
Towards my way...
I am not fooled 
and I won't be schooled. 
On experience, 
I recommend you fall back.
You will surely fall flat.
Idioms contained in your fingertips 
to strip the tip of my top 
whenever I seem to trot.
Brother please, 
at ease.


I assure you: No fallacy. 
No fantasy. 
No falsehood or fabrication. 
I'm full verse. No abbreviation. 
I'm offering no inebriation. 
I'm not on a mission. 
Just examine my diction
Before refusing the subscription. 
I know you think it's fiction;
But I can help you raise the bar. 
Since you're keen on prediction,
Tell me if I've found a star. 


Melancholy glances 
with no second chances in mind.
I am bored, 
grown tiresome of your sways.




My, how jaded are you?
How shaded your view?
More faded than new. 
What's her name? What'd he do?
Such a shame to pull away
From a fan of yours
Who spent most of his day
Trying to get through the doors
Just to view the spectacle;
And once I were able to see,
I so badly wanted to be
A part of your grand divinity. 
I watch in awe as you blink,
Sit in shock as you think
And pour out much more love
Than can be held in one wink. 
You pick up your pen
And tell the crowd "make a wish"
As you carve words into the sky;
Sealing them with a blown kiss. 
You're amazing!
Don't you understand?
This is a fan gazing!
I not trying to be your man. 


Can't you think of 
anything better to say? 
Superficial ways of slick talk.
Quick tongue.
Jaded I am not, 
but I must say 
my heart is a rock:
Diamond in the rough 
and streaked like glass.
I can't help but not turn away 
when you're fixated on my ass.
Your words : discerning.
You look : airy.


But why do you stand there 
as if I am saying zilch
And making a mockery 
of what I say?
When we both know
There is nothing on display.
I wouldn't buy your words 
if they were the last thing 
on earth to feed my 
spirit made of gold;
Because sweetheart, 
I am priceless and cannot be sold.




If nothing else today,
You've certainly mastered miscalculation. 
As far as the assumed "fixation;"
Hey, I'm from the south side of our nation.
I repeat that my manifest
Has nothing to do
With how you're dressed,
what you'll wear next,
Or what you are concealing
That you think I'd try revealing.
I see past the lockets. 
Don't need you to line my pockets. 
The self defense is old. 
I know you're not sold;
But why would I be as bold
To try insulting you with gold?
All that line my pockets
Are ink pens and candy wrappers. 
My notebook and a photo or two
Is all you'll find on this backpacker. 
Yes, I dress dapper
And I enjoy laughter,
And have a way with words
As I'm sure you've heard,
But if I were that ambitious,
It would be coupled with envy. 
I'd be focused on your ending
Instead of our beginning. 
I've worked on a proposition;
But if you're unwilling to listen,
Stand aside with your pride. 
I'll leave you to your own vision. 


Tis not vision, 
but reality: 
of your formality of cussing
Foul words of perception 
upon my grace
And full lips upon my face;
telling you, brother man, 
that I am not phased.


Sister girl, so much more
Is made of this world. 
Everyone doesn't have a vendetta. 
Some just want it to be better. 
Your sky is filled with cumulus;
Dark colored cynicism and contradiction. 
You keep your vision. 
I just hoped you'd join my mission. 
My words promote the everlasting:
The constant churning. 
The slow burning. 
The steady pace. Not fast things. 
My conglomerate of scribes
Know that their impact thrives
On their ability to never cease. 
You don't like to be creased;
So I sought you out as a leader. 
I am a fan of many;
But I am first a teacher. 
I've admired you for years. 
Not trying to be a preacher,
But all that rain and hail
Can be used for those who fail
To see their true potential
Because they think they are frail. 
If you augment your judgment,
You'll see that I mean no harm. 
I'm not trying to charm. 
I just respect your storm: 
Winds blowing away the fray
In such an intricate way. 
They can promote the endless. 
Clarity can be a mainstay;
But once again, I say
That I'm willing to walk away
If you detect dismay.
Carry on with your day. 


Let me tell you something brother;
that is the only name you deserve, 
besides having a mother.
Son, 
is what she had, 
but a man, 
I think not.
It is your same sex 
that continue to flock
On helpless women like me, 
free and seemingly strong
Until your kind come 
and break us til dawn;
Tell us lies and deceitful mornings,
Turn into hurtful mourning's 
and potential hoardings. 
I collected my clouds with pride
To hide this brilliant sun that shines.
Underneath all this thunder
Is a lover: 
Passionate, wild and sturdy. 
If you speak of something different, 
show me EARLY.
Don't tug me into your world! 
PUSH ME, MAN 
and make me your girl!


Mm. 
Question not
What my mother had. 
Don't concern yourself
With the wiles
Of every brother being bad. 
I've seen the kind. 
I've even watched them gather:
Times where only loud laughter
Was offered to man bashers;
But that was another time
When we used younger minds. 
The past is never present;
So if you want my essence…
Come closer. 
Don't stand back
Once I remove this backpack. 
You claim to know me
As if I owe thee. 
You say "then show me."
I'm not the goatee. 
I'm not the gold teeth. 
I'm not the alligator boots. 
I'm am not twisted truth;
Aimed at winning you over
In hopes of taking you down. 
Not trying to bend you over. 
I don't want to break you down. 
All I see are these sounds. 
I'm not playing around. 
I'm the nerd with the verbs
That makes the most of his nouns.
Don't you see? 
Won't you be?
This is a part of me. 
The nest within the tree. 
The vest that holds this tie
That constantly catches your eye
Has nothing to do with why
I want to join you in this sky;
So kill the crass reply
And spare me the criticism. 
The chance for more will pass by
Those inclined to cynicism. 
If you think I'm weak,
Take a shot. Sit back and listen
And in due time, you'll be faced
With your easiest decision.


This is no invitation to perdition. 
Join me.


In one ear and out the other, 
because I've heard all this 
from previous lovers.
I'm sorry, buddy; 
but your cheap thrill schemes 
scream beams that fiend.
and like miss Anderson, 
I've heard it all before. 


And yet and still,
You line this door sill
As if you are waiting
In spite of words so scathing.
I truly don't know
What else you wish to see. 
I am naked in your grace. 
All I have is all you see.
No facade. 
No tricks. 
No puppet strings. 
No hidden sticks.
Your words live. 
My words thrive. 
Let's preserve forever. 
Help this art stay alive. 


What you men seem 
to not realize is that 
the only art we see 
from you is pain.
Dripping with disdain,
Seeping in our veins, 
we hold our reigns,
Pulling them back, 
to hold back, 
from ugly masks like yours
But I see right through you.
Do you not hear 
what I'm saying is to YOU?


What women like you can't see
Is that the great divide
Comes from what you want to see. 
I've no reason to reside. 
Your thighs I don't wish to ride
I've no desire to penetrate
Anything more than your potential. 
Face me. Stop trying to hide. 


To try is to fail.
To hide is frail.
I'd rather continue 
"doing my own thing"
And when I'm ready 
to fall flat on my face,
I'll remember your grace.




Don't remember me. 
Stave your memory. 
When you misplace your grace,
Do not think of he. 
He did what he could. 
You did what you would;
So with or without you,
Life will continue like it should.


Touche, my friend.


That is the only category I seek.
For the mere displays of wisdom peeks.


I wish you well
Although I wish for more. 
I pray that your prowess
Leads to all that is in store. 
I still want to implore;
But I respect your decision. 
Maybe the day will come
Hopefully within better conditions. 
Such a strong soul. 
Such a violent nature. 
Yet you maintain control. 
You, ma'am are truly favored. 


Written By: [Evelyn Rivera] and (Devin Joseph Metz)



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Oh or Zero

Penulis : Unknown on Monday 26 March 2012 | 18:23

Monday 26 March 2012

I don't know at what point I noticed this, but there was a time when I would say the word "oh" to refer to the number 0 in a phone number (three-oh-one) or any set of numbers really (five-oh-five) and it started bugging me. Because it is a number, not a letter. I made an effort to stop doing it. (or, became anal about it!) So I made sure I was saying three-zero-one etc.

But telling time is a different story. We say 'oh' for the :04 even though the 'oh' is standing for a number. Is it correct in that instance because we say o'clock and that transfers to 'eight-oh-four'? I have no idea.

Anyway, it seems like Lucas is taking after me in that little idiosyncrasy though.

I told him it was time to leave because it was "nine-oh-four."

His response was, "No it's not! It's nine-zero-four. It's a number, not a letter." And for added emphasis, in case I didn't get it, "abcdefghijklmno (pause) see? It's a letter."

Glad I've got him to keep it real!

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Who is the Burden?

Penulis : Unknown on Saturday 24 March 2012 | 10:23

Saturday 24 March 2012

Most of the nation is aware of the tragedy that happened to Trayvon Martin. An innocent, unarmed, 17-yr old male who was walking back home was shot and killed by a 'self-appointed' neighborhood watchman who said Trayvon looked 'suspicious.' They scuffled and Zimmerman shot him. I have no idea what instigated the scuffle, only what I've read and from the 911 reports that Zimmerman was following Trayvon, who I imagine must have felt threatened. Even if Trayvon pushed, or punched, Zimmerman first was that a reason for the shooting? Look at Zimmerman - he's a 28 yr old man, I'm sure he could've handled himself in a scuffle with a 17-yr old without the use of a deadly weapon. Now this 17 yr old kid's life is over.

Then there was the recent headline about the white Mississippi teen who pleaded guilty to fatally running over a man simply because of the color of his skin. 19 yrs old and he just received a life sentence. The victim's family asked the prosecutors not to seek the death penalty because they didn't believe in capital punishment. That kid will be in jail for a very long time.

Closer to my own home ... really right down the street...comes yet another absolutely senseless tragedy. A 20 yr old pizza delivery guy went to an apartment complex to deliver pizza. The occupants told him no order was placed for their address, so he turned to go back to his car. He was shot in the head and robbed of $38 dollars and the pizza. Seriously!? This guy's life ended because of pizza and $38? Couldn't the perpetrator just pull out the gun to rob him? Why did he have to put a bullet in his head? And the suspect? Is just 18 years old. He says he didn't do it, yet he was found with a gun and a pizza box and pizza were found in his bedroom. A second suspect, 17 yrs old, turned himself in. 3 young lives are, in essence, over. 

Aren't these men who commit these senseless crimes, killing other people, burdens to society? And unfortunately this isn't uncommon. Stories like this play out in cities and towns all across the country, every day.

And yet, people with Down syndrome are specifically targeted for elimination before they're even born.

I'm not being overly melodramatic either. That's why Sequenom named their new non-invasive prenatal diagnostic test MaterniT21. T21 for Trisomy 21. Which is the medical term for Down syndrome.

In article after article after article on Down syndrome the comment sections are rife with people hell-bent on it being right to terminate babies with Down syndrome - that they shouldn't exist at all - because they are deemed as burdens to society.

Burdens to society why? Because they may not live a completely independent life? An independent life like the ones above led? An independent life where they are cold, callous, unfeeling, and think nothing of putting a gun to a guy's head and pulling the trigger? An independent life where they think it is ok to run over a man because of the color of his skin?

As far as I'm aware people with Down syndrome are not a threat, or danger, to society. 

Yet it is people who have Down syndrome that are deemed unworthy enough by society to warrant terminating the pregnancy on the basis of an extra chromosome. It is people with Down syndrome who are having their very existence and life wiped out before it can even begin.

None of us can predict the future.

When each of those aforementioned males were born none of their parents would have thought or imagined their child would be capable of murder. None of them imagined that their child would receive a life sentence before seeing their 21st birthday.

Same applies for people with Down syndrome. We don't know what our kids might be capable of. We don't know what their future is going to look like. We don't know if they will live independently or not. We don't know what type of employment they will maintain.

But they deserve the opportunity to show us. They deserve to be born and given a chance to show us the life they'll live. They deserve to have a future.

And if they can't live completely independently? So what. So what. That does not make people with Down syndrome any less deserving of life.

Criminals are the real burdens to society. People with disabilities who might need some help living life to their fullest potential? Living a good and decent life to the best of their ability? They are not the ones who are a burden to society.

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Special Exposure Wednesday/WDSD

Penulis : Unknown on Wednesday 21 March 2012 | 08:14

Wednesday 21 March 2012


Today is WDSD. Raising awareness about people with Down syndrome...and differences...and that difference does not equal less.

What is WDSD?

Down syndrome = Trisomy 21 = 3 copies of the 21st chromosome = 3/21 = March 21 = World Down Syndrome Day!
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World Down Syndrome Day

Just some bits and pieces and links and videos about World Down Syndrome Day.

My status on FB this morning: Down syndrome = Trisomy 21 = 3 copies of the 21st chromosome = 3/21 = March 21 = World Down Syndrome Day! I thought that would be a quick explanation of what Down syndrome and Mar 21 have in common and why this is World Down Syndrome Day!

A message from the UN Secretary General (in part)

"On this day, let us reaffirm that persons with Down syndrome are entitled to the full and effective enjoyment of all human rights and fundamental freedoms.  Let us each do our part to enable children and persons with Down syndrome to participate fully in the development and life of their societies on an equal basis with others.  Let us build an inclusive society for all."

Rep Cathy McMorris Rodgers, also co-chair of the Congressional Down Syndrome Caucus gave this speech on the Floor this morning:


ALL donations made to Plus 15 will be matched 3:1 today. What a great way to stretch your donation dollars! A $25 donation turns in to $100! Won't you join me in making a donation for Down syndrome cognition research? And just a reminder that I'm donating $1 for every comment left on this post.

Patti is hosting a giveaway/fundraiser to Save Albina - an orphan w/Down syndrome in Eastern Europe who has a family in the process of adopting her. You could win the newest version of the Ipad, a Canon EOS Rebel T3, or a $500 Amazon gift card - among other prizes!

I made this video for Kayla's 8th birthday, but wanted to share it again today, because I feel the message still applies ... she is perfect the way she is.



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Treasured Moment

Penulis : Unknown on Tuesday 20 March 2012 | 10:51

Tuesday 20 March 2012

I picked Lucas up from preschool and looked in his bin for any paperwork. Today he had a headband in his bin. I asked him why. This was our conversation.

L: "It's for Kayla."

M: "Did you get it from the treasure box?"

L: "Yeah. I picked it out for Kayla."

M: "Oh so if you picked this out of the treasure box for Kayla then you didn't get anything for yourself?"

L: "I just get something every day (they don't get the treasure box every day; I think he meant each time it's his turn for the treasure box) from the treasure box and pick something for myself. I just wanted to get something for Kayla to have."

When we got home the 'mail lady' - as Lucas calls her - was just coming by so Lucas ran down the driveway to get the mail. He still had the headband in his hand and held it up to show her saying, "I got this for my sister!" So proud of himself.

Later on I asked him again why he got that from the treasure box for Kayla and he said "Because I wanted to be nice and give Kayla something and see if she will like it and wear it for a long long time."

Yeah. Definitely one of those treasured moments I'll want to remember!

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"Fairy Tale....Reality Check"


"Fairy Tale....Reality Check"


Go, Cinderella: 


With your house slipper 
that you call a glass shoe, 
your unearned means that 
you later deem shattered dreams,


Your man whose grand scheme involves 
street teams and triple beams, 
that crack whore credit score, 
leaking pipes and cracked floor…


Go, Cinderella:


Swooning over poets while 
poking fun at love letters, 
talking about cheese 
but can't even spell Cheddar,


"Watching the cash grow" 
but burning money fast, 
refusing to take it slow; 
so you know it never lasts,


Down talking the hags 
but you chase the jeans that sag, 
calling them the improper, 
but your head stays in boxers.


Yeah. Go, Cinderella:


Ambitious girl 
with her priorities skewed, 
the only "sweetheart" 
with a bad attitude, 
speaking sensitivity 
but acting like a dude,


More crude than shrewd, 
extremely rude 
and always in one of your moods 
which include 


the "chick who does it best,"
The "main bitch in charge," 
the "damsel in distress" 
and the "rock that will not barge."

No class for the pretentious ass.


Let's go, Cinderella:


You'll never dance on glass. 
You don't deserve a pass. 
Crash through your ceilings 
and see what it's like 
to face your feelings.


I bet it's not fun. 
So bite your tongue 
in lieu of the few 
who express themselves 
the way they do; 
lest you become one.


Keep walking Cinderella:


Get it, boss lady. 
Flaunt and floss, lady. 
Move around; 
because when it falls down, 
it's time to drown, lady.


It's going down, baby: 
Don't jeer at 
that puddle of tears. 
Too late to cry 
"Save me!" 


You have no fear, 
right? 
It's crystal clear, 
right?
You'll make it through the night. 
It's what you do. 
Right. 
Fool yourself, maybe 
but the rest of us aren't crazy.


I procrastinate; 
but I'm not lazy. 
I tend to over-saturate; 
but that's for safety. 
I'd rather land safely 
than let your plans faze me.


Get on, Cinderella:


Hop off of the bone. 
My Queen has claimed that throne. 
This is not your zone; 
so just leave me alone.


You make me sick, girl. 
You give me cancer. 


Don't need the tricks, girl. 
You can save the banter.


Keep your friendly texts, girl. 
Quell the occasional chatter. 


Don't ask what's next, girl. 
Your inquiry yields ugly answers.


You'll get what you 
don't want from me. 
You'll view what you 
don't want to see: 


The truth 
about a youth 
who became what she 
never thought she'd be:


A pig rolling around, 
acting like she doesn't love 
being battered in 
her lather of fecal matter; 
so disgusting, she can't even gather 
laughter from the Mad Hatter,


Earth shattered because 
she's depressed and getting fatter, 
but daring enough to pile 
more insults on other people's platter,


Claiming something bigger than herself 
but getting pissed when no one flatters, 
saying she left love on the shelf; 
pretending like it doesn't matter…


Move your ass, Cinderella!


Those are boots. 
Not glass slippers that you walk in. 
No one cares about your tantrums; 
so change the mood you talk in.


You're not what you think you are; 
so just proceed. 
Don't wine or balk when 
I present you with this broom. 
Clean your porch before you walk in.


Go, Cinderella.


Written By: Devin Joseph Metz

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Google Logo

Penulis : Unknown on Monday 19 March 2012 | 19:00

Monday 19 March 2012

Isn't this a great logo? Wouldn't it be awesome to see this on their website on Mar 21? What a great way to raise some awareness on World Down Syndrome Day.

Let's see if we can make this happen! Someone named Mark Jones created this artwork. Just attach it in an email and send it to proposals AT google dot com and let them know you'd like it to be featured on Mar 21 for World Down Syndrome Day.

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Just One Question

Penulis : Unknown on Sunday 18 March 2012 | 10:14

Sunday 18 March 2012

35 adults were developmental disabilities were all asked the same question:

"If you could change one thing about yourself, what would it be?"

I loved this video, watching their reactions, seeing them really think about this question, and their answers. So many of them with such wise answers.

If this question was asked to 35 typical adults how quick would we be to respond? In the snap of a finger 'we' would probably have any number of things to name that we would change.

Their answers could teach so many of us a lesson. It's well worth the 8 minutes to watch it. Trust me.

The film's production crew includes 8 people with developmental disabilities.

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Please take a moment to leave a comment on my Do Something Extra post. For every comment I will donate $1 to the Plus 15 campaign on Mar 21 for World Down Syndrome Day (I really thought I would be donating more than $12 :) !) All donations that day will be matched 3:1. I'm also having a giveaway on that post as well!

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Do Something Extra

Penulis : Unknown on Thursday 15 March 2012 | 12:38

Thursday 15 March 2012

Mar 21st is World Down Syndrome Day. The date - 3/21 is significant because it represents the 3 copies of the 21st chromosomes that individuals with Down syndrome have.This date was established in 2006 by Down Syndrome International.

This is the first year that it is recognized by the United Nations. It was adopted into resolution last Nov.

The NDSS has put together this list of ideas for their Do Something Extra campaign celebrating WDSD.

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Here is a great opportunity to triple your monetary donations to Down syndrome research - on Mar 21 all donations made to the Down Syndrome Research and Treatment Foundation (DSRTF) will be matched 3:1! That means a $15 donation turns into $60 and $25 becomes $100. What a great way for those donations dollars to add up!

The DSRTF will also be hosting a webinar with Dr Roger Reeves (a leading researcher in the area of Down syndrome) of Johns Hopkins University. The webinar will be at 1:00 ET.

I'm going to Kayla's school and give a talk to her class about Down syndrome and reading the class a book. I hope the kids don't have too many hard questions for me!

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