Thursday, February 12, 2015

Truth and Nothing But The Truth, But What Is The Truth

Truth: Continuing my story of how I the little girl who grew up with a Pentecostal Preacher for a Grandfather came to be a woman who sees marijuana as something that is good.

This journey was one that took me nearly 35 years of marriage to make it to an end. It was a very difficult thing for me to do. My entire life I was virtually brainwashed to think of the evil reefer as a thing from the devil and only lazy hippie types smoked the horrible drug.

So how could I come to a conclusion that was different? If I believed anything other than the propaganda that was spoon fed to the American public since marijuana prohibition began then what else was wrong?

Much of what the world believes depends on the circumstances they live in. For me it was the fog filled world of people that while they were intelligent, they were also ignorant to many things.

I have been asked by so many why I am open about being bipolar, the reason for me is that I have lived long enough being ashamed for something I could not control. Hiding in the fog of denial was not a good way to live. Am I ashamed of this part of me? No and anyone who feels different should walk in my shoes for just a moment.

Why has life dealt the cards that it has? I don't know but I believe everything happens for a reason. We may not know what that reason is at the time, but there is one. Waiting for the awareness can be the hardest thing we ever do.

Our world is full of people who still wear the "rose colored" glasses of denial, for them maybe that is the best. For me however I am glad the veil of untruth has removed itself from my vision. Do I wish things were different, sure? Who doesn't?

Would I change who I am? No, I like me and the imperfections make me who I am. Would I change that Lynn had gotten hurt? I would love to, but I am a firm believer in fate and what happens is for a reason. So going back to stop him from being hurt makes me wonder what would have happened instead. Would I stop him from breaking his back? It would be hard but I believe it was the lessor evil that could have happened. The day after he broke his back he was to get on the top of our house and that was 3 times the distance if he were to fall. So things could have been worse.

Even as bad as I miss my Mom, going back to bring her back makes me fear what could have been. So through all the bad things in life we move forward knowing that there is a reason. A purpose for every step we take. Maybe it is just in the simple smile we give to a stranger at Wal Marts that could have them rethink suicide. Or maybe we are here to help someone else up from the pit of despair that life sinks them in.

Whatever the reason I take it all in with the faith that this is my destiny. Which sends me to the belief that there are more ways to medicate than the chemicals that are pushed at the world from Big Pharma. Those "legal" drug pushers that exist within the white coats of doctors, nurses and pharmacists, (while they have their place) must realize that a natural alternative needs to be available.

As the dictionary describes Naivety :the state of being na├»ve—, having or showing a lack of experience, understanding or sophistication, often in a context where one neglects pragmatism in favour of moral idealism. 

That simple definition hits the nail on the head. It is the naivety of part of society that cannot see the simple goodness within a natural plant. And that same naivety leads them to be Ignorant (lacking knowledge, information, or awareness about something in particular.) when it comes to the world of medical marijuana.

Yet, if for just a moment those naive and ignorant could sit with just one of the many people I have had the pleasure of meeting and see with their own eyes the realm of greatness within medical marijuana. Because those people who suffer and look to this natural substance are not drug addicts and they are not evil people. They are simply people.

Why must the world place a label of bad on those that believe things differently? Why do people continue to live in the "glass houses" of society and throw stones when they truly need to look in the mirror. 

I have heard so much from people who have done so many truly awful things but they will still point fingers and judge the MMJ world. All at the same time saying they are Christians and that they are good people. Again the "glass houses", makes you want to duck and dodge when all the glass particles begin to fly.

In the world of medical marijuana is an entire world of regular people, doctors, lawyers, grandparents, politicians, and average Joes that believe they have the right to medicate in a natural way. Does that make all those people evil? 

My desire is that those naive and ignorant make an effort to learn and to see the real truth. It is time to get through the muck of the past propaganda spoon fed to the public by the media. This is a new age, a new era, and it is time to truly see the world as it is.

My life has been a whirlwind of things and riding that whirlwind as a bipolar has been a definite rush of ups and downs. The song by Matchbox Twenty explains it best for me.


All day staring at the ceiling
Making friends with shadows on my wall
All night hearing voices telling me
That I should get some sleep
Because tomorrow might be good for something

Hold on
Feeling like I'm headed for a breakdown
And I don't know why


But I'm not crazy, I'm just a little unwell
I know right now you can't tell
But stay awhile and maybe then you'll see
A different side of me
I'm not crazy, I'm just a little impaired
I know right now you don't care
But soon enough you're gonna think of me
And how I used to

I'm talking to myself in public
Dodging glances on the train
And I know, I know they've all been talking about me
I can hear them whisper
And it makes me think there must be something wrong with me
Out of all the hours thinking
Somehow I've lost my mind


But I'm not crazy, I'm just a little unwell
I know right now you can't tell
But stay awhile and maybe then you'll see
A different side of me
I'm not crazy, I'm just a little impaired
I know right now you don't care
But soon enough you're gonna think of me
And how I used to be

I've been talking in my sleep
Pretty soon they'll come to get me
Yeah, they're taking me away


But I'm not crazy, I'm just a little unwell
I know right now you can't tell
But stay awhile and maybe then you'll see
A different side of me
I'm not crazy, I'm just a little impaired
I know right now you don't care
But soon enough you're gonna think of me
And how I used to be

Yeah, how I used to be
How I used to be
Well, I'm just a little unwell
How I used to be
How I used to be
I'm just a little unwell

Tuesday, February 10, 2015

These Are Not The Droids You Are Looking For, Is It Ever the Droids?

Life is such a funny thing and we spend so much time in the same mode as that infamous saying: "These are not the droid you are looking for." I mean we move through this world with such speed that no one really sees what is happening right now. Just as the question was asked in the movie we move through life motioning away any real thought or question.

So much is just pushed aside as we rush to live in the hectic world of today. But just once a day take a moment to really see things. See those things that are important to you and those you love.

For me it is my family. What seems like just a second ago I was standing on the front porch of the farm house literally screaming to Lynn that I was pregnant. It was more than a dream come true for me. My entire life I had longed to have kids.

From the time I set all my stuffed animals on the bed as if we were in a station wagon going on a family outing to the day I married, all I focused on was becoming a mommy. Having a baby was something I felt as a purpose, my reason for being.

How could that have been so many years ago? Strange it seems just a blink has gone by. June 21, 1985 not only was it Daddy's birthday but it was the day my dream of being a mommy began. Pregnancy was like nothing else I had ever endured. It was hard, it was fun, it was scary.

I dealt with morning sickness so bad they worried, then when things got better I began to spot. The blood was terrifying and the fear of losing the baby was nearly unbearable. Needless to say it was a long 9 months. On December 24, 1985 I went to the doctor for the first ultrasound. At this time they didn't do they routinely, only when they worried about something.

That was such a remarkable moment as we saw the little one for the first time. It was unreal, I had never seen anything like that. And when the tech asked if we wanted to know if the baby was a boy or a girl, we said no. But talked for a moment and I said that my Dad said is was a girl. The tech laughed and told us to tell my dad he was right.

So now we drove home knowing that a little girl was in our future. They told us to expect the baby to come any day, maybe even that night. Wow, I wasn't due until Feb. 1st. That was when the ordeal of false labor became our life. We made 13 trips to hospital with what everyone was sure was labor. It was so bad that on Feb. 11th (yeah the tech was wrong) just after midnight I thought I was in labor.

It wasn't real strong, all I had was a backache. But when I talked to the nurses at the hospital on the phone they insisted I come in. Now was the moment of waking Lynn. He was exhausted, running a road grader for the county, building a dairy barn, tending the cows, and running me back and forth to the ER.

I tapped him on the shoulder and got only a groan. Pushing harder I told him the nurses wanted me in the ER. He groaned and asked if I could see the baby. Well no, was my reply. Then he responded with a very firm, "When you see the baby wake me up." The only thing he said before he rolled over and went back to sleep.

At that moment I began to envision giving birth at home. But I never gave up. He got up, reluctantly and we started for the hospital. Mother Nature decided this was the moment to bombard our little world with an ice storm and made getting to the hospital very difficult.

But I was given a boost for"I told you" when the nurse who admitted me said she was worried the Doctor wouldn't get there in time to deliver. Ha, I told you was my comment to my husband as he only grinned back.

Now my dream of being a mommy was realized that cold February morning as they handed my beautiful little girl to me. But I wasn't prepared for the fear that followed. I was so scared that I wouldn't know what to do or that something would happen. How could that have been so long ago? Where has time gone?

Here I sit 29 years later and in my mind it still feels so fresh. Life is such a funny thing. Mommy one of the greatest words in the English language.

For all the little girls out there who are lining their stuffed animals up for a family trip.

Tuesday, February 3, 2015

How To Stop Being Oblivous To The World Around You: Spread Caring

Well as the world's headlines are filled with stories of ISIS, Ebola, protests in Ferguson and of shootings, robberies and multiple other crimes. Oh and don't forget the great Booty debate between Nicki Minaj, JLo and well Everybody else. Who has the best booty, the biggest booty and all the many other nonsense questions that follow along with this continuing drama.

While society is focusing on this increasing drama of the Booty debate there are countless other things we should be thinking about. Hunger, poverty, and the homeless are just a sliver of the things happening that deserve more attention. Yet, more people will focus on the scandals like the Deflate-gate that surrounded the NFL playoffs than they will what is happening around them.

It may seem that we as people go through life with blinders or rose-colored glasses on and never see the things that affect others. Is it that we don't care? I hope that the world hasn't gotten so jaded that we no longer care about our fellow man, but ask yourself this: Do you know how your friends, neighbors, and relatives are really doing? Do you know if they are suffering? Do you know if they are really hungry, sick or dealing with great adversity?

Sadly, the answers to those will most frequently be no. We do not truly know what others are dealing with, mostly because those who are dealing with the greatest troubles will hide that behind smiles. But look closely at the world, you may be surprised to see hidden difficulties all around you.

Look deeply into the depths of another's eyes, do you see a father struggling with  his tiny daughter's questions about why is she sick? Look into that mother's eyes is there pain of a ill child? Is that woman facing the financial troubles of losing her husband? What are they really going through?

You may tell yourself that they will inform you when they are having the greatest difficulties, but that isn't always the case. Remember the headlines, Robin Williams commits suicide. No one really knows what someone else is going through. But we can try to be more caring and observant.

Step out of your shell long enough to consider that someone is having a hard time. Then do what you can to help. It may simply be smiling at the person behind the cash register or holding the door open for the elderly couple making their way slowing inside. But begin to show compassion to those around you, there may be a time when you long for that smile or struggle with the doors in your life.

Take a moment out of your day to read this remarkable little girl's story and then do what you can. It only takes a little to make a tremendous difference in someone's life. Give, share, and care.

Thursday, December 25, 2014

Christmas Morning Surprises

The day begins with a chill in the air, laughter as Cole runs to the tree, and the smells of pies cooking in the oven. Yes, it is Christmas morning again. The anticipation ends as the presents are handed out. Cole laughs as he sees the things we gave him.

Soon we will all get dressed up so we can go out and eat. In the last couple of years we began our new tradition of eating out. We enjoy the meal and let someone else clean up the mess, then we make our way around looking at the festive bright lights that fill the area. They are so beautiful, makes someone wonder how in the world do they pay their electric bill. Sad that is what strikes us, we always have to think of the cost of things.

Then as we will arrive back home full from our wonderful meal and still glowing from seeing the lights we all gather around to watch a movie. One of Cole's gifts was the movie Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, so we will watch that with him. Honestly it doesn't matter, the only important thing is the time we spend together.

No, I may not have that picture perfect family that we all see on television and the movies. While we are not that family, we are a family who cares for each other. We are a family that would do anything for the rest of us and we are a family that enjoys spending time just hanging out. Could possibly be that this is the perfect family.

As you sit around your tree and watch as the wrapping paper flies through the air, really look at the ones in your life. Aren't they just perfect? Shouldn't we heed the words of Irving Berlin--- 
"When you’re worried and you can't sleep. Just count your blessing instead of sheep and you will fall asleep faster counting your blessings."

Looking around it will be a rare thing to see those who count those blessings, human nature seems to lean toward feeling sorry for ourselves. That brings me to think of the news headlines for this Christmas holiday.

A tornado ripped through the south and devastated a community. Seeing those pictures of the rampage brought down by Mother Nature hit close to home. We have lost everything in our lives, when our house burnt down in 2003, sitting in the place where those people are now finding themselves is not a good place. You do your best to remember you are lucky to be alive, but then you look into the faces of your children and things change.

It is the troubles we have that forge us into a stronger person,  Some of us have more of a blue Christmas as Elvis once sang,
Blue Christmas

I'll have a Blue Christmas without you
I'll be so blue just thinking about you
Decorations of red on a green Christmas tree
Won't be the same dear, if you're not here with me
And when those blue snowflakes start falling
That's when those blue memories start calling
You'll be doin' all right with your Christmas of withe
But I'll have a blue, blue, blue Christmas
You'll be doin' all right, with your Christmas of white,
But I'll have a blue, blue blue Christmas
Those lyrical words speak to many and the words immortalized by Bing Crosby when he sang of a White Christmas--- 

I'm dreaming of a white Christmas
Just like the ones I used to know
Where the tree tops glisten
And children listen
To hear sleigh bells in the snow

Memories of Mama singing Blue Christmas to me as I cried and sitting cuddled watching Bing as he sang White Christmas will stay with me forever. I pray that when I am gone my kids have memories of me they hang onto just as I do. All I have to do is close my eyes and I am once again that little girl sitting on her Mama's lap next to the little red transistor radio we listened to as Santa made his way across the night sky.

Such a long time ago in a world far different than this one was the little girl in the 60's that cherished the moments next to her Mom and that little radio. Will the kids think of me the same way? I work everyday to see that they do, but the rest is up to them.

Now as our Christmas Day continues and we make more memories to stash away in our minds, I look at my blessings that sit in front of me.

So I hope this day brings you each great joy and peace. Because the truth is
"Christmas is not as much about opening our presents as opening our hearts.”  – Janice Maeditere

Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night.

Wednesday, December 24, 2014

Griswold Krank Christmas/ Seeking the Perfect Christmas Family

Well here we are at Christmas again. Seems like it was just yesterday that the wrapping paper and boxes were being thrown away, Christmas dishes were placed back in the cabinet, the tree was taken down and all the Santas wrapped carefully for another year's rest.  But now here we stand looking another Christmas square in the face.

All the presents are wrapped in beautiful paper, generally it is bright reds and golds or character paper that Cole loves so much, but this year it is all camo paper. Obviously, that is Heather's own personal touch. But I have to admit it is really pretty.

Christmas for me begins with the many movies that the season offers. Sitting back watching Chevy Chase and his Christmas Vacation is one of my favorite things, I absolutely love this movie. After all isn't Clark Griswold trying to do what all of us want? He is desperately seeking the perfect family holiday.

I suspect that is the very reason I love it, I have been seeking the perfect holiday for most of my life. Growing up it felt as if we had that. A large family who gathered for the day, a massive Christmas dinner prepared by everyone, presents exchanged, songs sang and all of it leaving you feeling as if you were a part of something much bigger. Now as I have grown older I have come to think that was all an illusion. If it had been a real feeling wouldn't it have handled the test of time? Yet, it didn't. No longer do I go to those huge family holiday dinners. The sound of the songs have long faded and there are no presents to open.

So I look at the movies I adore and realize that each of them are symbols of someone seeking a perfect Christmas. Is it a tangible thing, can we really have one? Or is this the true Holy Grail?

As the tears fill my eyes with the tears of George Bailey as he holds little Zuzu in his arms and you can feel the love in his heart, I know that no matter what I will never stop looking for that Christmas.

You would have to have a part of old Ebenezer Scrooge in you not to have that moment affect you, although I do know many, many people who have absolutely no feelings about it. They are the epitome of Scrooge when it comes to the Holiday season. Me on the other hand, I will always feel like I am a little girl as I look at the bright Christmas lights and all the decorations.

Just as I curled up on the sofa and watched Rudolph as a child I love the season with all my heart.

And I will never forget hearing,"But Daddy it’s not very comfortable." Nor will it ever stop touching my heart. Rudolph was experiencing something that I feel everyday. He didn't feel like he belonged, but in the end we all know how that turned out. So again I think I have been searching my whole life for the ultimate "I belong" moment. 

Maybe I am just seeking my own Sally Field moment, I don't know. But my search continues.

Bringing all my decorations into the living room I begin my season early, since my kids were little I started to decorate on the first day of deer season. Some might think that just before Thanksgiving is way too early to put up a tree and all the MANY Santas, but I say is it ever too early? It has always just been tradition for me, Lynn goes off hunting and I decorate. 

All the red and greens mixed with multiple twinkling lights always makes me feel better.
I love the bright colors and seeing all the decorations that bring a smile to those who see them. This is definitely a favorite time of the year for me.

Sure as a kid I loved to get gifts, what kid doesn't? It honestly has never been about what I got for me. I love to get others things and see the happiness in their eyes. But truly Christmas to me is the bright decorations, in my heart it symbolizes the goodness of the season.

I love all things Christmas from the lights to all the movies that fill our television sets. I long all year for an infusion of cheer that I get from the many choices in the category. From the tear I get watching White Christmas as I think of the many times I watched with Mama to the laughter that Denis Leary brings in The Ref.

Funny how most of the movies I love all are centered around the family trying to have a perfect Christmas.  So as Denis Leary is stuck with this family on Christmas and has to deal with their very obvious dysfunctional qualities I think I have felt like I was in that position on most of my past Christmas days.

Unlike his character in the movie my holidays have not ended with a universal epiphany of how everything should be different. So my search continues.
True be told maybe my perfect Christmas is the hysterical moments that make the holiday special. You know those moments when shit happens. From the time the kittens we got the girls decided to sleep in the tree. We found this out when the tree began to fall and as we sat mesmerized at the motion, no one moved to grab the tree, that second when it came crashing to the floor was priceless.

Was that my perfect Christmas? Probably. No matter that I search for the big family holiday with all the people gathered around, honestly every Christmas I have spent with my little family has been perfect.

Since the time the girls were little and I tied the tree to the ceiling to keep them from pulling it down, to the moment we turned on the lights this year, I love Christmas and I have had so many happy ones. Even the ones when there was no money for presents and the ones where it was a struggle to put a meal on the table, each of them are priceless to me with all the love that we share. It doesn't take thousands of dollars to show the people in your life that you love them.

It is not wrapped up with a pretty bow sitting under the tree.
While the festive bows and shiny paper can bring a smile to our faces. It is not in the package itself that we will find the love we search for.

While there are very few people who don't like to get that bright present, the true feelings of a loved one is not situated in that pretty package.

Has everyone forgot that? Have they stopped truly showing love to one another? What happened to make people so jaded? Or have they always been and I merely was wearing rose colored glasses?

If you listen to the news you would think the only thing about Christmas is the gifts and how much they cost. Which is a truly a sad thing when you give that gift to someone who tosses it to the side without much thought. That gift you have given with all the love in your heart and all they can think about is how much it costs.

Maybe all you have to give is a pair of gloves or a gift of money for those hard to buy for, it doesn't matter. We always tell our kids it is not the gift that counts but it is the thought. But do all of them remember those words as they grow up? Sadly, no. To the majority it is the price tag that accompanies the gift that is most important.

Am I naive? Has the world always been this way? Wasn't there a time when we worried more about each other than what something cost?

I don't remember the world being this way when I was small. In grade school we didn't compete over price tags, sure I know when my girls were little that was not the case. They attended a school that was so tough on the price of things that we had to stop purchasing clothes from Wal Mart. The kids were so cruel to anyone who looked like their clothes came from the store that made the Ozarks. Sam Walton began his stores just south of my hometown and it was a huge deal when the town got their first store.

So the irony that this had turned into some sort of symbol of being 'low class' wasn't lost on me. Moronic irony seems to be the theme for a majority of the world. Now that generation is grown with families of their own and some are still living with those ideals. That will bring them to snarl their noses at what they feel aren't 'good' presents.

We have all seen the frenzy that is called Black Friday and the fights for the latest electronics,
but is this really what the season is about? Are these fights over the latest technology worth all the fuss?

Our society is so focused on these sales and getting the product that we have forgotten all the sadness that is in the world? Statistics are torn between the idea that the holidays increase the depression rate or whether it actually declines. It doesn't matter really, because all you have to do is watch the news.

During the holidays, especially this year, robberies seem to increase. There are suicides and homicides. So it makes you wonder if all the pressure to fulfill those expensive Christmas lists and the fact that for most of us the economy is in the toilet, maybe that all plays a part in those stories.

"Keeping up with the Joneses" is more evident in the world today than it ever has been. Making sure to provide the stuff to a kid that other kids get is hard on all parents. But when those parents are thinking of ways to put a good meal on the table every night, the stress of supplying gifts can sometimes be overwhelming.

Maybe we have all done this to ourselves. Every time we over spend on Christmas or give that kid everything and more, it could be just setting ourselves up for a future failure. When a price tag is the only thing that matters to someone as a gift, can we keep up with that pace? Won't we reach a moment when it is an unobtainable goal?

Let each of us strive to place the emphasis back on the real meaning of the holidays. Go ahead and make a kid smile if you can, but remember the most important thing is to teach them to love.
So will I ever find the family I look for? Will I ever have that moment like the Kranks had when those around them stepped up in a time of need? I have had fleeting moments of this in my life. When our house burnt and we lost everything was probably the closest I ever came to my Krank moment.
The little town of Galena stepped up and did their best to help us. But have I seen this any other time in my life, I don't think so. Which says so much about people today.

While I continue to seek the family I see in the movies perhaps I need to see that this may only happen to those in stories. Conceivably it may be that only through fiction can we find a family who cares about each other.

Ironically the truth could be that I have had the perfect Christmas family all along. After all it may just be my little family but we all love spending time together. We spend the holiday just doing what we love most and that is hanging out together. Taking drives to see lights, decorating the house, watching Christmas movies, and really just spending time laughing.

I will probably always look for that huge family experience when in reality my destiny could just be this tremendous little family filled with love.

Memories are what we do everyday. Making awesome ones with the beloved people in our lives.

 Christmas is important to me. It is a festive time that brings as many tears as giggles. I miss my parents dearly all the time, but this time of year makes it worse. Does that make me super sad? Not really, while I may cry (a lot) it doesn't mean that I am sad. Fighting depression is part of my existence and allowing myself to release the tears is just a coping mechanism for me to keep it in check. 

When you exchange your gifts this year please remember to actually show the feeling behind the present. Look around you and tell those you love how much they mean to you. What if this is the last Holiday you will have together? None of us are guaranteed a tomorrow, so make today count. Enjoy the time you spend with them and cherish each other. 

Take the time to see the world through a child's eyes and see far beyond the price tags. It is not money that makes things but it is the people who make them.

I am the luckiest woman in the world, I see the love in my child's eyes when they look at me. I hear it in their voice when they say I love you and I hear it when we laugh together.

Search for the perfect family, possibly I have found it. All wrapped up in a tiny package.

Merry Christmas to one and all. May all your dreams come true and may you find the blessings all around you.

2014 Ends Leaving Reminents of A Past Top Lists of the Year

 What did 2014 hold for the American public? Just exactly what did people focus on during this year? What videos, what scandals and what news filled our lives? As we move into the New Year it is fun to look back and see what made up the headlines of the past year. Who died or committed suicide? Who cheated on whom and what was the Grumpy Cat of the year? 

Life is a funny thing but when you look back at what kept our attention you will realize just how strange we are as a human race.

Top News Stories of 2014
NFL’s off field problems. Not only has the NFL dealt with the usual drug problems that we have all come to know, but this was the year for domestic abuse, child abuse and how they deal with the issues. Part of the strange side of the story lies in the fact that abuse is handled in such an easier light than simple pot smoking.

The Ferguson ordeal. First it began with the shooting of Michael Brown and the resulting turmoil that is still going on today. 

The Border Crisis. Our news story about the crisis began with the flood of unaccompanied children who escaped their life in Central America.

Ebola. First, it was the cases that occurred within our country followed by death, quarantines, refusal to comply with quarantine and fear.

The Mystery of the Malaysian Airliner that disappeared. Just where did it go?

ISIS. Beheadings, more fear, people trying to go join the terrorists and most importantly confusion.

Taylor Swift. Well just about everything was Taylor Swift. 

Miley Cyrus. While Taylor Swift was all over the news we can’t forget that so was Miley. Twerking and smoking her way across our news.

 The Downfall of LA Clipper owner Donald Sterling.

Trouble in the Ukraine. Putin this and Putin that. 

North Korea. After Taylor Swift it was all North Korea. Now that is compounded with more.
The Interview. North Korea filled our news outlets then along came The Interview and the Sony cyber break-in. 

Pot legalization. 

The Ice Water Challenge.

Data Breaches among our major retail outlets.

Gaza and Israel.

Oscar Pistorius. 

Shocking Celebrity deaths.

Nicki Minaj and the Great Booty Debate. Anaconda and  Booty by JLo and Iggy Azalea. Who has the best Booty?


Top Booty Songs of 2014
A list of songs that people listened to for their fix of Booty.

Booty by JLo and Iggy Azalea

Dance A$$ by Big Sean featuring Nicki Minaj

Bubble Butt by Major Lazer featuring Bruno Mars, 2 Chainz, Tyga & Mystic

Fat Bottomed Girls by Queen

Ms. New Booty by Buba Sparxx featuring Ying Yang Twins

Wiggle by Jason Derulo featuring Snoop Dogg

My Humps by Black Eyed Peas

Bootylicious by Destiny’s Child

Anaconda by Nicki Minaj

Baby Got Back by Sir Mix-A-Lot

Top Shocking Celebrity Deaths of 2014

Robin Williams                                                         Philip Seymour Hoffman

Joan Rivers                                                                Richard Attenborough

Lauren Bacall                                                            James Garner

Elaine Stritch                                                             Casey Kasem

Bob Hoskins                                                               Mickey Rooney

Harold Ramis                                                             Shirley Temple Black

Sid Caesar                                                                   Maya Angelou

 L’Wren Scott (Fashion Designer and former girl-friend of Mick Jagger)

Ann B. Davis (Alice from Brady Bunch)

Russell Johnson (The Professor from Gilligan’s Island)

Dave Madden (Rueben Kincaid from Partridge Family)

Bob Casale (Devo founding member)

Genesis Carmona (Miss Venezuela)

David Brenner (Comic)

Scott Kalvert (Director of The Basketball Diaries)

James Rebhorn (Frank Mathison from Homeland)

Peaches Geldof (Bob Geldof’s daughter)

Rik Mayall (Fred from Drop Dead Fred)

Meshach Taylor (Anthony Bouvier from Designing Women)

Don Pardo (Legendary Announcer)

Molly Glynn (From Chicago Fire)

Richard Kiel (Jaws from the James Bond Movies)

Top Youtube Videos of 2014

What was the Grumpy Cat of 2014?

Mutant Giant Spider Dog

Nike Football: Winner Stays

First Kiss

Sister Christina Scuccia on “The Voice of Italy”

iPhone 6 Plus Bend Test

Top Scandals of 2014

Bill Cosby- Is America’s most famous dad a serial rapist?

Bruce Jenner- Is he doing a sex change or not?

Iggy Azalea- And Iggy is fighting with….? –From Snoop Dogg on down who hasn’t’ Iggy fought with?

Jason Biggs- Inappropriate Twitter comments. – From his tweets about the Malaysian airlines to his posts about peeing on Chelsea Handler and having sex with a hooker while his wife watched.

Sarah Hyland – After breaking up with her boyfriend she went vocal on the abuse she allegedly suffered from him.

Teresa Guidice – The Real Wives of New Jersey star and her husband are convicted to prison for lying to the government and creditors during bankruptcy.

Willow Smith – A 13 year old young girl and a 20 year old man, Moises Arias posing for incriminating photos. The young man was shirtless and lying in bed with the young Willow.

Jay Z – and Solange Knowles. The elevator incident, which we really don’t know what transpired to cause the resulting scandal.

The Interview – North Korea and the Sony cyber break-in which results in most theaters refusing to show the film.

Nude Photos – The leaking of hundreds of female celebrities that were stolen and posted online. Jennifer Lawrence, Kate Upton, and many others.

Stephen Collins- Another image of America's symbol for father confesses to molesting young girls.

Mama June – The separated mother to Honey Boo Boo and her alleged relationship with Mark McDaniel, the convicted sex offender.

Tori Spelling – Her marriage to Dean McDermott s rocked by his affair and the public watch True Tori seeing the entire ordeal play out.

Tuesday, December 9, 2014

How To Not Fall Into The Pit of Darkness----DIY Fun To Keep Me Sane

Keeping a mind busy is not an easy thing so I find as many ways as possible to keep my sanity in check. To do that I have spent many years doing crafts and other creative things. For Cole I created this window so he has the bright colors streaming in during the early morning hours. 

I am very happy to say he loves it. He spends a lot of time just staring at the images with a very wonderful smile on his face. The ultimate prize for any mother is that sweet smile.

The symbols of Yoshi, a minion, plants vs zombies characters, and the many minecraft characters were a ball to paint. Especially knowing the look on his face when he saw them. 

For me keeping this creative flow going was part of the reason I immersed myself in reading and writing from the time I was a small girl. I love falling into the imaginative story world where the possibilities are endless.

That world can be all sweet and innocent, where families love and care for one another. Or it can be a fantasy world so outlandish that you are blown away. But some of my favorite stories are the ones I have to think about, a good who-dun-it to keep my mind fresh.

Whatever you do to help keep yourself sane is a great thing, so find an outlet. Maybe it is something you can make money from, if that is the case then go for it. Extra money is always good.

Or if you are just a creative person who loves to paint, write, or build then jump up and add wonderful things to this cold dark world.