Happy Holidays to All

OK Lucky you got your Christmas wish I’m on here. It’s been a busy year with 2 kids and 7 rescue animals to tend after and out of Country Company who came to the desert to get warm and a day later we have a blizzard, so to speak, that came down from Colorado.  The Northern part of the State received massive snow and left kids stranded at school with no way to get home but walking.  In fact, my daughters friend had to walk home in tennis shoes.

The Valley Floor, where I live had torrential rain and ungodly wind.  I got off easy with Christmas decorations blown down, but my neighbors had massive damage and trees blown down across their property and a huge tree that crossed the main street to get to their property.  My entire neighborhood had clean up crews at their house and I was so thankful I was not one of them.

Thought my cousin was going to have a heart attack over the weather, it’s not the kind of weather she and her husband have ever seen before in their life.  It get’s cold in Great Britain but  it was nothing like what they have ever experienced before.  It’s good Karma, they lived through it and are now taking control of the 8 month old kittens who have no idea what that Christmas Tree is doing in the living room, but it looks like fun to play with and around.

Happy Holidays to all!


Grandma Got Run Over by a Reindeer

I have a Christmas Story to share with you.

My kids have these 2 brat dogs that listen to me, not them. When the oldest one, who is a Ridgeback (she’s now 3) was little, she learned from me what my son’s name was. She knows him by name. She also learned my daughters name. My son thought it was funny, so he taught her to acknowledge me as GRANDma. When she would get in trouble by the kids I would say to her “Is GRANDma’s GRANDpuppy getting in trouble?” She would come over and get up in my lap to tattle on them. She was a lot smaller then. Now she’s a very large dog. She’s golden and if her tale was docked and she had white spots on her backside she could pass for a baby deer. The other brat dog is a Chow Chow that is black and tan. He’s half the size of the Ridgeback. He’s 1 and also knows me as GRANDma, yet feels it necessary to sleep with me. He’s kind of a scaredy cat for the most part and always looks at me to see if it’s okay.

These two dogs start jawing, that dogs do in play, in the house. Everyday I have to send them outside at least 4 or 5 times to play. Of course, they have a doggy door. That would be my kitchen door that goes out into the backyard. I actually had to replace the kitchen door last year, that was a wood door that my Ridgeback and Chow split in half as they both tried to go out the doggy door it at the same time. I now have a metal door that looks like wood.

I sent them outside tonight for the umteenth time to play. It’s the Moon. They kept knocking into the Christmas Tree and crushing anything in their path. After they went outside, a few minutes later I got up to go into the kitchen and both of those dogs came through that doggy door 80 miles an hour and my Ridgeback ran into me knocking me down in the kitchen floor. It kind of gave a new meaning to the song “Grandma got run over by a Reindeer.” I can actually say I have experienced it first hand. I hate when that happens.

Giving Thanks

All to many times we take the good things that come to us for granted and curse those we blame for the bad things that happen to us. We worry over the obstacles that are presented to us and panic when we can’t influence a change for ourselves. Friends, family and lovers try to help in their mind set opinion of what we should do and it’s comforting to us they care enough to share their thoughts, but sometimes we just know that we need to come to terms with our changing life and overcome our situations on our own. We encounter people and situations we love and people and situations we just find useless or annoying. Take heart you are growing up spiritually when you handle that change in a calm rational manner and you will find new doors opening for you. It may not be overnight and for most people, patience is not their virtue, but you, like everything else on this planet are special for withstanding the test of time.

Give thanks if you are spending the American Thanksgiving with family and appreciate them and love them for what they are, good or bad. Give thanks if you have loving friends that asked you to eat with them when you had no where to go. Give thanks to the people you have encountered that made you feel awful, but taught you a valuable lesson you don’t want to admit to. Give thanks you have more than the homeless who are spending their Thanksgiving on the street and in food banks that have nothing more than the clothes on their back. If you are actually reading this, give thanks that you have access to a computer because there are a whole lot of people who don’t have this luxury.

This Thanksgiving I am so thankful I have a dysfunctional family that argues and banters constantly, but is always there when you need them. I am thankful I have two obnoxious selfish teenagers with an attitude that will never overpower mine even though they try really hard. I am thankful for my home, even if it’s broken, my neighbors I grew up with and some I didn’t, because we watch out for each other. I am thankful, for having to cook the entire Thanksgiving Dinner for my family, because we had the money to buy food, that my dogs and cats have not stolen for themselves, although they are waiting for an opportunity. I am really thankful for having my friends and family in my life to kick my butt, make me think, and go to the path beyond;)

Accept yourself for who you are and accept others for who they are.  You may disagree with them and they may annoy you, but you probably affect them in the same way. 

Be thankful if you have food on your table, others won’t, be thankful you have a place to live, others don’t, be thankful if you are working, others are not, be thankful if your health is good or you can afford medicine if it’s not, because others are not well and can’t afford medicine.  

And if you can help others just do it.

Have a wonderful and Happy Thanksgiving.

Love and Light to All

For All Mother’s

This is for the mothers who have sat up all night with sick toddlers intheir arms, wiping up barf laced with Oscar Mayer wieners and cherryKool-Aid saying, “It’s okay honey, Mommy’s here.”Who have sat in rocking chairs for hours on end soothing crying babies whocan’t be comforted.This is for all the mothers who show up at work with spit-up in their hairand milk stains on their blouses and diapers in their purse.For all the mothers who run carpools and make cookies and sew Halloweencostumes. And all the mothers who DON’T.This is for the mothers who gave birth to babies they’ll never see. And themothers who took those babies and gave them homes.This is for the mothers whose priceless art collections are hanging on theirrefrigerator doors, and for all the mothers who froze their buns on metalbleachers at football or soccer games instead of watching from the warmthof their cars, so that when their kids asked, “Did you see me, Mom?” theycould say, “Of course, I wouldn’t have missed it for the world,” and meanit.This is for all the mothers who yell at their kids in the grocery store andswat them in despair when they stomp their feet and scream for ice creambefore dinner. And for all the mothers who count to ten instead, but realizehow child abuse happens.This is for all the mothers who sat down with their children and explainedall about making babies. And for all the (grand) mothers who wanted to, butjust couldn’t find the words.This is for all the mothers who go hungry, so their children can eat. Forall the mothers who read “Goodnight, Moon” twice a night for a year. Andthen read it again. “Just one more time.”This is for all the mothers who taught their children to tie their shoelacesbefore they started school. A nod for all the mothers who opted for Velcroinstead.This is for all the mothers who teach their sons to cookand their daughters to sink a jump shot.This is for every mother whose head turns automatically when a little voicecalls “Mom?” in a crowd, even though they know their own offspring are athome — or even away at college.This is for all the mothers who sent their kids to school with stomach achesassuring them they’d be just FINE once they got there, only to get callsfrom the school nurse an hour later asking them to please pick them up.Right away.This is for mothers whose children have gone astray, who can’t find thewords to reach them.This is for all the step-mothers who raised another woman’s child orchildren, and gave their time, attention, and love… sometimes totallyunappreciated!For all the mothers who bite their lips until they bleed when their14-year-olds dye their hair green.For all the mothers of the victims of recent school shootings, and themothers of those who did the shooting.For the mothers of the survivors, and the mothers who sat in front of theirTVs in horror, hugging their child who just came home from school, safely.This is for all the mothers who taught their children to be peaceful, andnow pray they come home safely from a war.What makes a good Mother anyway?Is it patience? Compassion? Broad hips? The ability to nurse a baby, cookdinner, and sew a button on a shirt, all at the same time? Or is it in herheart?Is it the ache you feel when you watch your son or daughter disappear downthe street, walking to school alone for the very first time?The jolt that takes you from sleep to dread, from bed to crib at 2 A.M. toput your hand on the back of a sleeping baby? The panic, years later, thatcomes again at 2 A.M. when you just want to hear their key in the door andknow they are safe again in your home?Or the need to flee from wherever you are and hug your child when you hearnews of a fire, a car accident, a child dying?The emotions of motherhood are universal and so our thoughts are for youngmothers stumbling through diaper changes and sleep deprivation…And maturemothers learning to let go.For working mothers and stay-at-home mothers.Single mothers and married mothers.Mothers with money, mothers without.This is for you all.For all of us.Hang in there.In the end we can only do the best we can.Tell them every day that we love them.And pray.”Home is what catches you when you fall – and we all fall.”HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY!(FYI, I did not write this, but please share it with all the mother’s you know, as that is what the writer intended.)

Happy New Year

I am wishing all of you the happiest of times in the New Year.

Make wise choices daily, even if you have to change your mind. Live a life that suits your needs, even if you lose others. Let go of the baggage you carry, even if you end up alone. Love everyone with all your heart, even if it hurts. Forgive, Let Go and move forward as the Heavens Love you and are with you in your wise decisions to grow Spiritually.

Love, Light and Happiness to All.

HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!!!!!!!

The Holiday Season

This isn’t something Dr. Phil would condone, but then again Dr. Phil isn’t an only parent and the “mother” of teenagers. Most of the time my teens act like heathens, (not that they were raised that way), but…., they really only annoy me when they start fighting with each other and I’m working, or on the phone or they have left 1000’s of dishes for me to do, after they have continually eaten all day. Unless fists start to fly between the 2 of them, I just don’t want to be in the middle of their arguments, (which have no meaning to begin with.) Sometimes I have to threaten them with being knock into another dimension. Usually it’s my daughter that gets in trouble because she never lets up until I charge into the room with a 5 gallon wooden paint paddle and threaten her with a foster home. Not that I would ever hit either one of them with the paddle, (maybe I should) nor send her to a foster home, (and she knows it), but it does make a point. I have, however, hit it on the wall before, which has gotten their attention. They both know when they have pushed me too far when I am reprimanding them in a language that is not English and always one of them interrupts me to ask me what a word I said 3 minutes prior means. I’m sure that is a ploy to throw me off track.

Both of my teens have been working very hard the last 3 months to make money for the Holiday, as they claim. The Holiday in my house is celebrated with the arrival of the Winter Solstice, on December 22nd when Nature becomes dormant to rest, and Santa Claus become active to give with his heart out of love and kindness. Yes Travis, we put up a tree, but it represents the life that continues to live in the harshest elements. Although, my kids don’t get that part yet, living in the desert. Harsh weather to them is dust storms, dry lightening and thunder, sometimes turning into thunderstorms, with flooding rain, in the summer months.

My son told his sister that “Mom” would buy presents from him to give to her. (Hmmmm) To bad he didn’t tell me that, because his heart would part of his anal retentive brain right now. I’m not sure about your teens, but my Taurus the Bull daughter was irate over her selfish, self centered brother’s attitude when she ask him for money to get me a present for the Holiday and he refused claiming his money was for college.

My kids aren’t suffering, because they aren’t the ones listening to themselves fight with each other. Being the outrageous and off the wall mother that I am, in defense of living alone with teenagers, revenge is mine in the end, over any self righteous and self centered attitude from any child I have. It just doesn’t cut it with me, in my house. I spent the better part of the day utilizing TAPE. For every 1 gift I got my selfish son, I got my daughter 2. For every gift I wrapped for my son, I used a half a roll of tape, just to agitate him when he tried to open those gifts. My kids open their gifts on Christmas Eve from family, but Santa Claus always leaves a major gift on Christmas morning. The only ones receiving a gift that morning with any meaning will be my daughter and me. My son wanted a new pair of shoes from some special sports company. He wears a size 14 shoe and I was NOT going to spend that kind of money on shoes, especially, the way he has acted lately. (Selfish hormones) So, I bought my daughter and me shoes that will be opened by us Christmas morning that Santa left and my son gets a bag of m&m’s, just because he agitated me with his attitude. BTW, my son thinks there really isn’t a Santa Claus, he just hasn’t gotten a clue how Santa can affect his life. I think he might have gotten some clue tonight after my 16 year old cat fell (my cat has arthritis in his back from getting rolled by a car when he was 2 that broke his lower back.) My cat fell off the computer table and got his claws caught in my computer chair. My dogs ran to his rescue, which terrified him more. I yelled for help from both of my kids to get the dogs, but the child cleaning her room, listening to music and the furthest away came, but my son claimed he heard nothing, 20 feet away from me and no noise going on in his room. Can you say anal retentive, without a sense of helping, even his own mother in need, but expecting everything from her. NOT in my house. He probably won’t speak to me for the next week, but I did let him have it in no uncertain terms. Sorry, but he pissed me off.

Through the midst of all of this nonsense with my teens, I have had 2 proposal of marriage. Bet you guys don’t want to marry me now knowing what I deal with on a daily basis. Will I ever admit there is no modern day Santa Claus to my children, NO! Without Faith in something greater than you really understand, you have and get nothing at all;) Your Higher Power works for you in ways you can comprehend, if you take the time to pay attention to what you are doing and what is going on in your life.

Before any one of you leaves feedback about true Christian teachings and what an awful mother I am, keep in mind, my Grandmother, who was raised in the Celtic Spiritualism, became a Christian Ordained Minister when I was 17 years old. I’ve lived in both worlds and have chosen the first, regardless of your Christian beliefs. What works for one doesn’t necessarily work for all and teenagers will always be the same until they become adults and have to face life for themselves.


Today is the first day of the Celtic New Year. For all of you die hard Celts and Neo-Pagans, HAPPY NEW YEAR! Today is Samhain, pronounced Sow-in, in the Irish and Scots Gaelic Celtic languages, but if you use the Celtic accent in modern Irish Gaelic, it sounds like Samhain to those who speak English. To pronounce this word, in my world of saying it in Breton, it is Kala-Goanv and to the best explanation I can give, (and anyone can correct me if I am wrong to what I learned as a child) but it requires you to spit through your throat into your nose in any Celtic language it is spoken. (A task not common to Americans)

May it be the best Spiritual Year of your life and always listen to what Nature is telling you, regardless of how you say it in modern day language.