Just wonderful People!

This is Selina and Andrew. Selina babysat Pepper as a baby, and during that time Andrew came into the picture. They have been married just over ten years and together close to twenty years. They are a phenomenal couple. There is a fifteen years split between Pepper, them and I. We remained friends over the years. When I was married we spent many evenings’ playing cards and Nintendo into the wee hours of the night. We've celebrated many Christmas eves together and other pivotal occasions. As life changed we only saw each other sporadically for awhile, yet always kept in contact. On occasion life’s demands just make it difficult finding time to fit everyone in. We have recouped our relationship the last few years. I adore this couple and trust them implicitly with my life. Andrew is another fantastic male, willing to lend a helping hand at anytime. Their two and half year old son Ethan is developmentally delayed, we pray for them to find resolve. They are the most loving parents and have another child on the way Selina is a feisty mother lion and a special woman who leaves no stone unturned when it comes to finding help for her child. I believe there is an incredible plan for her life.
Pepper has adored them since she was a baby, I know this is a lifetime friendship for her too!

They are going through some tough times right now yet took a few hours out of their day to come to my party. We are getting together in the next few weeks and I can't wait! I love these wonderful people!

Marvelous Men

These are the truly great men in my life, the men who have rescued me, and helped me when need be. As an independent woman, asking for help has always been difficult. At times I would rather do without or go without, than ask for help. These men have been there for me at my neediest times. During a huge move, car trouble, appliance problems. I hate to take advantage of their good nature, but at times, when desperate, I call them and they are always so kind and loving about helping. I have huge trust issues around males. Except for these men who are dear and loving friends. I hope one day I am able to repay them!

Jeff has done odd installation jobs for me around the house. I have known Jeff since he was seventeen years old. We worked together at Safeway and partied really hard when we were young. He’s like a brother; I often attend his parties and see them on marked special occasions. I know I can count on him in times of need. His kids are the same age as Pepper, and she feels a real endearment towards them, like a cousin relationship. As the kids age, they too will enjoy each other even more.

Wayne has maintained the oil and grease jobs on my car. Come immediately to replace car parts, and picked me up when I have been stranded. Carolyn his wife and I have been friends for years. I adore Wayne; he is a Meat Manager that I met when I worked at Safeway oh so many years ago. He’s such a loving and compassionate man, who would do anything for anyone. Not only is he an incredible father, he is just a wonderful person in general. Loved by all who know him.

Here we are brother and sister. Five years apart. He is my rock. We are such different individuals, yet the same in many ways. Both well rounded with a balance of feminine and masculine attributes.Thanks to our mother.We are passionate parents who would do absolutely anything for our kids. We always put them first. He is a fantastic dad, who is a real hands on divorced parent.His house is set up for the kids as though they live there full time. He is a man of extreme effort and excels in everything he does.We live completely different life styles but enjoy each other immensely. He has done many fixit jobs for me and is there to meet any needs I beckon for.

All the men are exceptionally busy men, coaches on kids teams, Wayne does Karate, and Jeff plays baseball, they keep perfectly manicured yards. So I try not to bother any of them with requests unless I am in dire need.

Half a Century Old!

Carolyn and I go way back. Seven days apart in age she turns fifty this year too.We have worked together, played together and she was in the room right after Pepper was born. She is a woman everyone loves, kind and generous in everyway. There was a time in our life that we spent every single weekend together. Similar in many ways, both Geminis, we often showed up wearing the exact same color clothes or the exact same shoes. In the eighties I made bows for my shoes so we didn’t look like we bought them at a two for one sale. We laughed at the same things, said the same things, we both love words and books, cards and current events. She has shared her husband for odd jobs. Although we don’t connect as much as we did in the past, we remain forever friends.

Violette and Barb huddled together for a picture. Violette is my fabulous bohemian, Artist friend who lives in a magic cottage, and drives a glitter girl van! Violette is my inspiration to live an artful life. Admired by so many, she brightens the world with her unique spirit! Barb is my fantastic fairy goddess Writer slash dental assistant spiritual friend. We spend loads of time together, giggling away the hours while trying to understand life. She is thee cutest grandma I know!

My wonderful friends shared in my festive day! Most of the people at the party have been in my life for near twenty years. Although there have been lulls in our relationships, we always pick up from where we left off as though it were yesterday!

Others are newer friendships and valued just the same for the soul connection we share. I cherish each and everyone of them for the unique personalities that they bring into my life. My friends are ethical, caring, kind, creative, spiritual people and it was an honor to have them with me on such a pivitol day! Many of the friends unable to attend have made private dates to connect. So the next few weeks will be busy. Yet fun.

My beautiful Queen of hearts cake was made by the lovely Flower Elf slash Gypsy goddess, writer, jewelry maker, photographer, polar Bear swimmer, Laura, with the crown.Laura is an incredible woman who is all things to many people. She is an upstanding person who is alway willing to help anyone. She has the biggest heart, and the most thoughtful nature. She is truly an amazing person!

My cousin Kym the independant camper, fisher, jewelry maker, is always a sparkle of joy in my life. Our parents were best friends before we were born. We have wonderful history together, as adults we have spent some fantastic nights over the years playing cards and board games. Kyms adventurous spirit always blows me away. She is a very feminine take charge lady,with such a kind and loving way about her.

Pepper and Bryan planned and organized the party for me! Supplied all the decorations, and asked everyone to write either a wish, thought or feeling on a card which was placed into a scrap book for me to cherish. I can never say enough about these two. They are the biggest joy in my life. We are such good friends too! I adore their loving generous kind nature. Both very creative spirits, Bryan writes music and plays many instruments, Pepper makes jewelry and purses from vintage material. Thanks again kids for giving me the best party and for all the work and love you put into it!

50th Birthday!

Today I am fifty! Saturday night was my fiftieth birthday party wonderful time was had by all. It was an intimate coffee shop type setting. We moved all the couches and tables around to accommodate the crowd and sat in a pit chatting, reminiscing and laughing. A few of us girls danced for a few songs.It was a treat to have all the people you love in the same room at once. Thanks everyone I love you all! The ones who were missing, I love you too, and yes you were missed! It's been a busy few days. More tomorrow!

More Joy!

When Pepper and I came home from running around yesterday, Bryan had thoroughly cleaned the house. There was another present sitting on my art table. The kids kept pleading with me to open it. I was too embarrassed, actually pretty mortified at how generous they've been. I've always felt it was up to the parents to provide wonderful things for their kids, not the opposite way around. So I buried my head in the couch….and said I just couldn’t open it because I was way too embarrassed. They pleaded with me more and finally I opened it to my chagrin. There was a hair band with birthday girl written on it for me to wear! Six different sketch books one huge doodle book that made me laugh so hard. I knew it was Bryan’s unique idea. I will have to get down on the floor to use that one! (Quit visualizing!) Some purdys chocolate bars, mac lip glass and a pair of comfy pink panther slipper!

When Pepper was three she picked out some pink panther slippers for my Christmas present. They were excellent quality and I wore them for years, and then had them resoled with leather so they would last even longer. She knew I cherished those slippers, the first gift my daughter selected on her own. One of our puppies chewed the ear off them…..but I can’t bear to part with them so they are stored in a box somewhere.

When I saw the new slippers a very sentimental feeling came over me. Pure joy, of all the memories of my little girl, and how proud she was, and still is! I love you Pepper and Bryan. You are both incredible people!

This is one of the images I created for the 101 portrait challenge. Not realizing why I drew it . I now recognized that it represents my mom, and the legacy of herself that she left me. Her favorite color wasTurquoise blue. I feel all kinds of angels around me lately.

I think she would be so proud of her granddaughter and what an upstanding, loving, kind creative person she is. I have the daughter she always wanted. The relationship she always craved. She’d also be proud of the loving cherished friendship I have with my brother!

Tomorrow I will be fifty, time to revamp a few aspects of myself, even though it’s hard to teach, an old dog new tricks.

My favorite Word Game!

Dave and Bryan Brotherly Love






Another huge Birthday surprise. A travel scrabble game from an unexpected source. David, one of Bryans nine siblings came running in the door before band practice and presented me with a gift wrapped in blue tissue and demanded I open it immediately just in case he doesn’t make it to my party. He wanted to see my reaction. It was pure glee I assure you! I have never even seen a travel scrabble board. As you know it is one of my greatest passions. That’s why I call myself the happy Tiler. No matter what, no matter where if I can get a game of scrabble I AM A HAPPY TILER!! My regular deluxe scrabble board is well over 30 years old. The box has a bad case of duck tape itise. If you click on the picture it will give you my favorite scrabble site. Very easy to load and get a game!!! People…..I said NO PRESENTS and I meant it!!! But thank you all the same. It is wonderful.

Twinkling H2O'S

Part of my Tuesday’s excitement was receiving sparkling H2O paints early for my birthday. It was a much unexpected treasure. Something I have been wanting for a time now. Pepper and Bryan went on a covert quest to find them. They searched fervently to locate the rare and precious art supplies. Shockingly priced they splurged to get me a fantastic assortment of bright colors. Hoping I would have time to fiddle with them before my big day! Unfortunately keeping up the blog lately is quite a feat. It seems to take forever to load anything. So on the day I turn fifty, in four days, I will rip open the packaging and go to town. I am so excited!! Apparently Gemini’s are the eternal child; I’d say that’s me for sure. They have generously already bought me two pairs of very expensive eye glasses. I am just amazed and overwhelmed at how incredibly bighearted, thoughtful and loving everyone is to me! I’m so blessed by all the love and all I can say is “I love you more than you can ever imagine, and thank you for loving me and supporting all my creativity!!!!” Everything is seriously unexpected and so thrilling. I even squealed when I got them. Blush.....

Flower Elf

Flower Elf










I had so much excitement Tuesday that I am paying in weariness today. Unable to accomplish my growing list of must dos. Still hung over with feelings of jubilation from what transpired yesterday.

I drove my car out of the garage on route to pick up the kids. Glimpsed to my right, realizing something was amiss. My eyes searched for the neglected, overgrown weedy plant pots. Like magic the eyesores had vanished. Instead explosions of pink geraniums, blue salvia, spouts of petunia and lobelia had taken their place.

In a few seconds ten thoughts quickly rambled through my brain in succession. Are those pink geraniums really there? Where did they come from? Aren’t they beautiful! Did I plant those there? No I didn’t do that! I have no pink geraniums. Did the maintenance guys plant those? No they don’t do that! Wow! Who would have done that? It must have been Laura!

As I napped, Laura the leprechaun worked her magic! My beautiful friend drove fifteen minutes to my home. Dug up my flower pots and replaced them with new growth. She ambled around outside my door, not a peep was heard. Scurried away leaving behind a note affixed to a beautiful basket of flowers.

As I continued on my trek, this overwhelming feeling of love came over me. Tears welled in my eyes at the realization that my friend would take time out of her day to make an enchanted moment for me! The song Mama by Il Divo continued to play as tears streamed my face. Bewilderment, amazement, joy, gratefulness, love, adoration, worth, all fused together for one big old feeling of elation!

Eighteen pictures later!

Today I went for breakfast with my friends. I dropped Pepper at work on my way. I wanted to get a picture, mom and daughter in our glasses. So at each red light and one stop sign, we slid our heads together and attempted to capture our faces. Onlookers stared perplexed as we amused ourselves, posing and giggling.

Mister grumpy pants pulled up behind me at a stop sign, swearing under his breath as he spied us posing. He shook his head as he veered his steering wheel around the jeep. Geesh patience people….. Lighten up won’t you!! It was only a second more of his time and worth all the giggles. Please ……life is way too short to get stirred up about a moments wait! I made sure to check that no one was approaching before I even attempted such nonsense as taking a picture at a stop sign. We eventually captured a picture that didn’t look like I had a moon face or a comb over.

Breakfast was lovely and the girls sprung for the bill in honor of my pending 50th. Barb’s on my right and Laura’s on my left as the photo op continues. We chatted and had great fun as we always do. There are times when we jest, other times we work out personal problems and share adventures. Other times we converse about current events or creative endeavors. No matter what we discuss, we always come away rejuvenated with new perspectives and the great feeling of love. There we are putting our best foot forward!

"Just be You!"

“Stop worrying about being nice, and just be you,” seems to be my mantra lately. The last few weeks have been fraught with synchronicity surrounding the issue of boundaries. Every time I inquire why people don’t communicate their distain surrounding obnoxious behavior or disregard for a persons space. I seem to get the same answer, “because I’m nice, I want them to think nice”. Instead they suffer through some blatantly rude and disrespectful behavior. The cost is high; they continue to be a victim of the same offending behavior, over and over.

Seems to me, being authentic doesn’t necessarily mean being a cruel, cantankerous individual. It may just indicate that you are a person who commands respect. Why would anyone tolerate being used, abused or invaded at the expense of being recognized as NICE?

Certainly you don’t have to give up your soul to a person, to retain the title of “NICE”.
During my years of being exploited, resentment built up, expelling antipathy, under the guise of contemptible humor, it released like a slow leak in a balloon.

People who are being NICE at the expense of being authentic are ripping themselves off and others too. No one really gets to know the genuine person, their needs or desires. Assumptions are automatically made about who you are, without caring how you really feel. The supposition is that you won’t squawk if someone takes advantage because you’re so nice. I personally hold people in high regard when they are kind, yet honest at expressing their boundaries and sharing their differences.

For the majority of my life I felt mediocre, resulting in my always over compensating for those feelings. Although my inferiority wasn’t always apparent to others, it was to my detriment when I mislaid my authentic self. Sadly I lost people along the way. I’ve set boundaries that have cost me plenty of turmoil. In the end though, I regained my self respect and drew good people to me. Conflicts were resolved with those who deemed our relationship worth it.
If someone is obnoxious and denigrates me, I try not to react on the defense, as I did in the past. Key word being, TRY not to! There are times when even I can’t keep my composure. For the most part though I courteously let them know that I find their behavior unacceptable. In some cases I change my own behavior to requisition a different result.
In doing a google search on boundaries I found a great article on self'>http://www.heart-2-heart.ca/men/page14.html/">self empowerment.
Affirming that boundaries are important to preserving our basic human rights.

Reliquishing the Wire Rims

I picked up my new glasses yesterday. I have another pair still on order too. I have finally succumbed to progressive lenses, which should be here for my birthday. Another big step for me, making a switch from wire rims back to the square horn rims of the 50’s. I look like my dad now, scary stuff. My old hippy heart had a real difficult time parting with the wire rims. Always wanting to revert back to the well loved old granny glasses!

In the eighties, I wore a pair of red monstrosities. I had my red glasses way before Sally Jesse Raphael made them famous. The huge bug eye glasses are back too. My daughter has some gigantic sun glasses. They look good on her, but I am NOT going there! I will post a picture of me wearing them later when I find out where my daughter hid the camera and when I look presentable.

Yesterday I attended a silk screening workshop. It seems like a difficult process, and no room for mistakes. I enjoyed learning the process but I’m not sure I will ever do it. You never know though.

Off to plant some bedding plants.

Just Blue!

What a difference a day makes!

Sometimes you're just a little Blue! I thought I was okay with the fifty thing. As it rapidly approaches I just know I’m not ready! Long Sigh..........

Love and Prayers

101 Self Portraits










I spoke to my good friend yesterday. She babysat Pepper when she was a baby, we have remained forever friends. There is a fifteen year split between, Pepper, her, and I. Times in between wane, yet when we commune, it’s an extremely intimate cherished friendship.

She has an adorable two year old, yet to be diagnosed with any particular disability. He was a preemie and it’s been evident from the start that he is much delayed. Such a happy soul, at two, he is unable to walk and is just now learning to sit on his own. This mother has turned over every rock looking for answers. Researching every possibility, she is very forthright with her search to find resolve for her son.

There are concerns for the new baby to be. So, today is a day to honor them by sending an abundance of love and prayers. These parents are the most admirable people and held in the highest esteem by all who know and love them.

Smokin Hot

This picture pretty much dipicts my day yesterday!
Nuff said!

YOU ATE WHAT?

It happened in the early Eighties
My brother has been lifting weights and dieting almost his entire life and truly believes in good nutrition. When he was thirty years old he won a bodybuilding contest. He’s a very good-looking six-foot tall man who weighs approximately two hundred pounds. Every Christmas I would have my family over and D’Arcy would go through my fridge consuming everything in sight. He deprived himself of junk food, all year long. During the Christmas season there was always a surplus of food , so he indulged.

At a Christmas party the year before I had won these little packages of cheese tightly packed in tiny wedges. They didn’t seem appealing to me, so I’d never served them. God knows why I saved them. I guess I thought one day I might use them in a casserole or something. And hey, doesn’t cheese get better with age? Before I could use them, a year had passed by.

While rummaging through my fridge the following Christmas, D’Arcy found them, and surprisingly ate them. I noticed the missing wedges, and asked him how the cheese was, not informing him how old they were. He said they were a little dry, but fine.

D’Arcy always went through my cupboards like a vulture, eating a little of this and a little of that. Testing everything he had grown accustomed to living without. While I was getting the house ready for Christmas dinner D’Arcy went through his usual routine of scavenging my fridge. After he finished, he mentioned to me that the beef jerky I bought was disgusting and that maybe I should throw it out. A little stunned I asked him what beef jerky he was talking about. He told me it was the one in the fridge. I stared blankly at him thinking for a second, and then declared that I had no beef jerky in the fridge. He insisted it was in the fridge. My fridge was always so full and I knew there was a possibility I had forgotten about buying it.

So I began questioning him on what it looked like, thinking maybe it was the pepperoni or Ukrainian sausage I got. He told me the beef jerky was in a shiny green package. Still I couldn’t recall what package he was talking about. So I asked him where in the fridge he found it. He insisted it was on the side door beside the eggs. Still unable to figure out what the heck he was talking about I walked over to the fridge and opened the door. He barrelled behind me and grabbed the half eaten package and shoved it in my face. I looked at the package in shock and began laughing hysterically. D’Arcy just stood there dumbfounded as I continued to laugh uncontrollably. Over and over he kept asking me what it was, and why I was laughing so hard. Tears were streaming down my face and I couldn’t get my composure. Finally I blurted out that it was the beef jerky I’d bought for the dogs. D’Arcy had eaten the dogs Christmas treat.
My ex continually teased Darcy the whole day long. Underneath I was amused, but tired of his constantly hounding my brother with his smug attitude.

Finally I demanded my ex stop laughing. He wouldn’t. So I divulged to all the family how the week before I had ordered Chinese food. There had been piles left over, so I had put it down for the dogs. It was a huge plate full and the dogs couldn’t eat it all. So I wrapped it up and put it back in the fridge, thinking they could have it the next day. Before I could serve it to them, my ex had innocently heated up the dog’s Chinese food and devoured it. I never had the nerve to tell him, thinking what he didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him. His constant taunting of my brother, forced me to reveal that he had nothing to laugh about because the week before, he too had eaten the dogs food. In hearing this story, all the family laughed, and my ex never bugged my brother again.

The moral of the story is, don’t just randomly eat things out of a persons fridge without asking if it’s safe! Or, it helps to read the labels!

Similarities and Differences

Mom on her 65th Birthday!
This was a challenge I saw on one of Oprah’s daily emails last week. I thought it may be interesting, so I did it.List five things you do instinctively that your mother did. Then list five things you have chosen to do differently. What do the two lists tell you about yourself and your mother?

List five things you do instinctively that your mother did.

By the age of three, mom and I had an interest in cooking. Warm hostesses, we’ve always fed people who came to our home. Mom would weekly send over meals for the widow next door. At times invite her for dinner on special occasions. When the woman died, she bequeathed a small sum of money to my surprised mom.

Both of us were very young when we started styling our own hair. Mom was a hairdresser for 42 years. I too had a flair for hair and would dye, perm and cut family and friends hair. For eighteen years, my morning ritual consisted of styling Peppers hair. Only because no matter how hard she tried, it was an admitted blunder, ending in frustration. We both enjoyed the bonding time. Graduating year she was voted most unique hair, sporting so many different colors (red, pink, purple) through high school.

Mom taught me frugality, which has been instinctively simple for me. Stretching the dollar in our house involved shopping wisely and cooking prudently. Always a garden and apple trees, summers were spent picking fallen apples, and peeling them for the freezer. We had the basics constantly available, but the majority of the purchases were made at discount prices.

This advantage garnered me the ability to save enough for a down payment on a home and pay cash for brand new appliances by the age of twenty one. The knowledge has been passed down to my daughter, who’s a natural at budgeting. As a teen, Pepper would spy an item of clothing she wanted, watch for it to plummet in price before succumbing to that purchase. We constantly look for sales.

During parts of my marriage we were somewhat extravagant. It was peppered with my ability to shop carefully though. Money flowed freely, and we could always save.

Today, as a single mom for ten years, as thrifty as I am, saving is a luxury, and impossible to do. I am proud of what I have maintained, yet there is sadness at my fiscal status to date. However I do have faith that eventually one of my ideas will creatively generate abundance.

Mom had propensity to research whatever piqued her interest. She loved knowledge television programs and often had some real sage advice. A big reader she loved learning. It’s sad that she missed the computer era; she’d have enjoyed it as much as I do!


Five things I have chosen to do differently

I’m proud that I chose to raise my daughter differently than I was. I made a conscience decision to build a confident, proud woman who could follow her own dreams. My mother and I, had too many conflicts throughout our relationship, and I was constantly judged. I vowed to break that chain of dysfunction, and discover who my child is, heart and soul. Which has afforded me an amazing successful relationship with her. I support and love Pepper unconditionally and admire the incredible woman she is!

We talk, play and laugh together more than I ever did with my mom. Moms priorities did not foster a largely intimate relationship with her kids. I have chosen to put my daughter first over everything, including myself at times. Some may feel that’s unhealthy, but it has rewarded me a valued relationship with her. She has always been a respectful, generous, loving daughter. I have an incredible honored connection with my child. We can honestly say we know each other.

Being spiritual has afforded me the comfort of living on faith. My mother was more fear based and a constant worrier. Unlike her, I don’t sweat the small stuff! Mom was crabby and negative where as I am better natured. Although cautious, I have a positive outlook. I pride myself on not being a nag, as it infuriated me as a child.

My mother, although wise at times, was not as philosophical or musical as I am.

Many conflicts were born from her inability to feel empathy and respect for diversity.

Humor and silliness is more innate with me than it ever was with mom. I have used these character traits to lure Pepper into a lifestyle of fun without drugs and alcohol.


What the two lists tell me about myself and my mother

The two lists verify the many similarities and equal differences. I really respect all that my mother taught me by being her authentic self. Her mistakes taught me what to adjust in my life, many skills I proceeded to carry with me. I’ve inherited her natural domesticity and her creativity. The love of reading, scrabble, cards are similarities I cherish. Honored, is the extreme independence and financial capability she honed. My personality and character are unique compared to my moms. I celebrate the differences, and have learned to embrace and appreciate that without my mother, I may not be the diverse, empathetic, caring spirit that I am.

Luckiest Mother on Earth!

Happy Mothers Day to all the great Mothers! You all know who you are!
Happy Mothers Day….last night I asked the kids to sleep in today….they work six days a week and nothing pleased me more than to see them have a nice long rejuvenating rest. It’s been a few years since they have been able to do that. I was so grateful the phone only rang once, so I too, could sleep longer than normal. I was up earlier than the kids today. I knew they wanted to make me a coffee and spoil me, but instead I surprised them, with special blender drinks.

I was thinking any day can be mother’s day at my house. It’s the days my daughter takes me out to get my nails done and pays for it. It’s when Bryan grabs the vacuum out of my hand and says I’ll do that for you. It’s when I am on the computer and they bring up a fresh coffee and bagel for breakfast. It’s when Bryan calls up stairs and asks if I would like anything. It’s the days I bring someone home and they’ve scrambled around to make sure the house is tidy so I don’t feel embarrassed, or when they bring home a pizza and movies so I don’t have to cook. It’s all the times Bryan Barbeques when he’s dead tired. It’s when they buy me a lottery ticket out of the blue, or pay for a hairdo or meal out. It’s when they scramble to find me a new dryer when mine dies. It’s when Pepper picks me up new mascara just because she knows I need it.

Today I got some new art supplies that I shall use later. I am just chilling out and doing what ever my heart desires, as last night was full of dancing and laughter. I am tired and need some down time. I am so blessed to have an incredible daughter who’s my dear friend too. Bryan is the partner Pepper chose to bring into ours lives. I love him like my own and he treats me like gold. I absolutely adore them both. I am so proud of the wonderful couple they are, and would do absolutely anything for them. Happy mothers day to me……I am the luckiest mom on earth!!!

Woogie Boogie Birthday!

Violette and Barb
Saturday night we celebrated Violettes dear friend Barbs birthdays. We went dancing at a local golf club lounge. A live band Milestones was there. A great time was had by all.
The dance floor was crowded the whole night. Happy Birthday Barb I hope you had a great time!!

More Celebration!

It's official, she’s a teen and we toasted to it! First day being a teenager! The cousins celebrate. WOO-HOO next year is high school! Time goes so fast, not long ago she was just a snippet of a thing. She is one cool young woman my niece! These girls are way more alike than anyone ever imagined. I think they will be great friends down the road! Family Rocks doesn't it?


Eight years they're hitting Vegas together! Some of my moms genes live on!

Can you tell?

Happy Birthday Sierra

It was my nieces 13th birthday today! Pepper and I took her to get her hair done. My brother was working so I stepped in and we had a great time. Afterwards we went for dinner and frolicked at the table taking funny pictures. When I attended the little girl’s room, my daughter Pepper the one with the pink streaks, stood on the toilet in the stall beside me and zoomed in and took my picture. I couldn’t believe it, she has never been naughty in any way. Pepper is 20 and Sierra is 13 can you tell who’s the oldest? I doubt it. Pepper is less conservative, although she can dress to the nines if need be. The funny thing is, that picture of me turned out better than the rest! Go figure!

Oh yeah, and those renew white strips work really well too!!!

Attraction

I passed by a mirror and my legs are now stumpy, I’m older now, and sometimes frumpy and dumpy………. but never grumpy, unless I see a child or animal unjustly treated.

I saw a man a while back, and realized my libido was in tack. I could hear my laugh in the room go quack quack quack as I listened to his quips of intelligence through the overgrown beard.

The intensity and propensity towards the arts, lured me immensely and
jarred my femininity

Sturdy Dark eyes pierced me like hot coals igniting an infatuation of passion.
A harsh attraction waiting for a grand reaction yet knowing it was an infraction, a taboo, a milieu for me and you to do what a couple must do when they are alone, just two.

I’m too old for you and yet I have waited almost a century to ingest this sense again. (feel this way again). A twang of a pang of attraction, but why must this be an infraction and the peoples reaction to my attraction, well, oh my, I’d just die.

A cradle robber and you are a few years older than my own spawn, whose relationship I have honed, who would not only moan but groan with a flatulent tone about her mothers ridiculous infraction of attraction.

His wit, his movements, his bohemian style, I love words and nerds but this is absurd
You’re a child and I’m not that wild, but you have me so beguiled

My thoughts are askew as I meander in the taboo of being with you, but I have a list of things to resist, your ferocious beard being involved in our kiss

It’s not true though It’s really attractive and I know it will be quite interactive, my friend said it would have to go, I don’t think that is so, it’s you, and I like it, unique in its style your whole darn package is part of my fascination of your wonderful creation, of wit and words and music that spurred emotion

Are you gay? I wonder is this just a huge blunder for my heart to feel, to lust and want to mount you as you sit upon that chair, imagining your large legs in your underwear, seeing your chest, full of hair was not fair, more fantasy filled the air as I just sat there willing to stare.

Oh gosh this sucks, I’m so old, and I have lost all my bold, as I write this, I cry out of my mold of mother to all, who come to my door, who I cook for and clean for and do so much more.

I am a mother you know of such a grand capacity and I live on the side of right and despite that you abhor those who are good, for the past nineteen years I have lived as I would, a good mother.

In my youth the dark side I mired, looking for someone or something which would have me inspired. A child and choice to turn it around and make a life for her that was sound.

Here I am today again drawn away into the fantasy of wanting the unavailable unattainable you!

Is it true I wonder do people need to know just how much they’re wanted, I know you could teach me and reach me where no other was able, listen to me as I spin this fable.

Why would you want an old worn out over spent, once indecent, chunky woman with cellulite, and trust issues and a daughter seven years your junior.

For a month now I have thought of you and tried to move on, I have tried to deviate and find another mate and nothing no nothing compares to that lustful night when all I could think of is, I want to sit on his lap facing him and have his manhood connect us at a deeper level.

Can you believe my foolishness? That a woman could lust over someone so young, I can’t believe I finally feel an attraction and it’s a horrid infraction because you’re way too young.

My obsession for a procession of google searches is making me a cyber space stalker.

Written eight months ago

Card Art 2 and 3

Some fun card art done with the paint program. Just a relaxing way to express yourself.

In Praise of Single Moms

You trudge along, all alone
Raising children, till they’re grown
People judging, monies tight
Constant worry, internal fight
You make decisions, without assist
You sacrifice, things are missed
People chatter, critique and blame
Forced to persist, despite the maim
Children get less, they do without
Pointless when they whine and pout
Carbohydrates, their main diet
Fills the void, and keeps them quiet
Domestic queen, required to rule
Synchronizing, work and school
Teach them well, what you’ve learned
Hope and pray, they don’t get spurned
You’ve many dreams, heaps of debt
Carrying sorrows, with deep regret
Love our children, like no other
Very proud, to be their mother
Hug our kids, kiss their bruises
Need support, but dad refuses
Sometimes you wish, for something new
Huge surprise, here comes the flu
Vulnerable invades the house
With mother sick, and no spouse
Now we’re at a disadvantage
Oh, it’s a miracle,but we manage
Things break down, and go wrong
You buck up, and plod along
Can’t complain, no one to listen
Overwhelmed, your eyes will glisten
Close your mouth, don’t say a word
The solo process seems absurd
Often times we’ll face a scandal
Sometimes more than we can handle
Comments made, can be crass
But we forgive, the ignorant ass
We choke down words that they spew
Think to ourselves, if you only knew
Share compassion and understand
Around the clock we’re in demand
We do it all with little praise
Hoping it’s a deviant phase
Faith that life will soon progress
As your children reach success
You’ve done it well, the best you can
Everything, without a man
Covertly, we pray you’ll care
Recognize the vastness we bear
We hope one day, to be respected
With another, become connected
To feel cherished and adored
To heal, and have our soul restored

by Sherrie Leesa

Card Art 1