Can't we just spay the people?

About 3 yrs. ago, the shelter manager told me she was pregnant. She was out on maternity leave for 8 wks. Durng that time, I stepped in, with a coworker, and we handled it. Well, today I got the news...Wendy, the manager, is pregnant again. 3-4 mths along. She will be out for maternity leave sometime between May-July. This time though, we do not have an additional staff member to help cover the job. I am sure (thinking optomisticly here) that everyone will step up a bit and help, or that we will figure something out. If not.. I'm looking at working 7 days a week, and trying to not bash my head against the wall. LOL The rule at the shelter was that no one was allowed o get pregnant. Oh well. I feel kind of bad, cus Wendy was stressed about having to tell me, she thought I would freak out on her or something. I didn't really want her to think that, I just didn't really think that she would get pregnant again. I don't know why I thought that lol. Oh well, I will just deal with things as they come, instead of spending the next 5 months stressing over it.

Can't we just spay the people?

Finding the faith... maybe.

My family follows christianity loosely. I believe the story goes that we are baptist... however, when my mom and uncle were young, they both coverted to catholicism, just in time for first communion. That was just ducky until my mom was 20... and pregnant... and not married. I was born, she tried to have me christened, and the church told her no, that I was going to hell because I was a bastard child if she didn't get married to my father. Well, that was the end of being catholic. So then... there was simply no real talk of religion, or faith. Not until I was about 14-15 and my older cousin really started causing trouble. Then it was decided that She, Me, and our brothers had to go to church every week, and that we would be going to the baptist church down the street. I wanted to go to the catholic church, I had been there a few times with my friend, and didn't find it too bad. But no, I had to go to the baptist one. Meanwhile, I have still not been baptized, or confirmed, or anything like that. So the chuch thing lasted until I started working at the shelter. Without me or my cousin to bring the boys to church, they had to stop going, because they were too young to bring themselves, and the parental figures weren' bringing them usually. After that, my aunt joined a pentacostal church, where she was expected to go atleast 2x's a week, plus attend prayer groups and bible study classes. She and her son got baptized there, and then they stopped going. Even during the breif stints of attending service, we still never talked about it. So, I started wondering if and what I believe... and the answer was a resounding "I don't know". I thought maybe I didn't believe in God, but I feel like I believe atleast in the possibility. Athiests may not believe that God is real, but they do Believe that they do not Believe. If that make sense. They are sure of what they think, the way that a catholic is sure of heaven and confession. So, for a few years, I have been decidedly not praying, for what if there are multiple gods, like the greeks or indians thought. There are so many different things even amongst groups of people who believe in the christian God. I think I fanally realized though, that I don't have to pick. I can sort of pick and choose, and I think thats ok, as long as I stay on a fairly even keel. For instance, I don't think its appropriate to believe that you can commit all the wrongs you want, as long as you repent on your deathbed, just so you don't have to live morally. I do choose to believe that if you live well, you won't suffer in hell. I do not know if that means you go to heaven, or if it means you get to come back and live a better, easier life next time. But I think from now on I won't avoid thinking about it, out of fear.