EOYR= End of Year Rant Favoritism… is something that should be shown for things like foods, colors, vehicles, cities…NOT children or family! All my years, I’ve seen people show favoritism between family members and even their own kids. Hell, my own mother showed favoritism for my younger brother creating an environment of insecurity and uncertainty. I left home at 17 and even though that was more than 30 years ago…that level of insecurity of not being enough sits on my shoulder as a demon speaking words of doubt into my ears. This was the first cycle I swore to break with my own kids. When asked who my favorite is… I answer Nyx (my dog) because I will NEVER pick a favorite nor show favoritism. Each child was treated differently according to what they needed but not once was one given more than another. As a mom of 3 with 4 bonus children… I do the same today as I
Mabon 2019 will begin on Saturday, September 21 and ends on Sunday, September 29. How will you celebrate? “Mabon is a pagan harvest festival which is celebrated on the Autumnal Equinox each year – around September 21st through September 24th. Also known as Harvest Home, this holiday marks the middle of the harvest cycle – when both the days and nights are of equal length. It is a time to reap what you sow, a time to give thanks to Mother Earth for the bounty she provides and a time to rest after bringing in the crops. It is also the second holiday on the Wheel of the Year, which includes other harvest festivals such as Lammas and Samhain.” (Holiday Calendar) For me, I’ve decorated around the house and will eat a nice meal by myself and give my personal thanks to Mother Earth for her bounty.
I see it way too often. Parents not letting their boys play with dolls or their girls play football for the fear of them “turning” gay. I shake my head in annoyance with them. A doll, kitchen set, doctor set, football, or anything else will not influence the sexuality of a child. If that is your fear then I think you have your priorities all out of sorts. I’d be more concerned that my child would grow up to be a drug dealer, a murderer, a rapists, or a person who commits mass shootings. These are the things you should focus on. The sexuality of a child is NOT influenced by the things they play with. I grew up running the woods. Digging in the dirt. Playing football. Wearing boys clothes. I am very much a straight woman. I know men who grew up playing with dolls and cooking sets…they are very much straight. But I’ve committed crimes and so
While. the country mourns for the losses from our most recent mass shootings, I see people sending prayers and thoughts. Here is where the unpopular opinion will come in – prayers and thoughts will do no one any good but the person sending them and usually even then its not done. Prayers and thoughts won’t stop the madness infecting our countrymen who think it’s okay to take out their frustrations by pulling triggers and killing people. Prayers and thoughts won’t bring back a single soul who was taken from this world and sent on their next journey. Prayers and thoughts won’t change the laws or the mindset of our politicians. What we need is civil action – NON VIOLENT responses but in your face responses. Want to make a change – think of solutions. Whether you blog about it, write your politicians, have a sit-in, or a rally – get the attention of those who can make the changes by
All my life I had to be very independent and yet now life makes me very dependent on others. In the last few years, that need has grown exponentially. I’ve started having neurological issues and was diagnosed with peripheral neuropathy of both upper and lower limbs. Before that I had had two ankle surgeries to correct issues that has plagued me since I was a teenager. I’ve had more medical surgeries, tests, and appointments in the last four years that I’ve had all my entire life…forty seven years! My mobility is limited. I’m not allowed to lift more than ten pounds which means technically I should never pick up a single one of many grandchildren. I can’t pull or push things that are too heavy as it strains my back that is now (as the doctor describes) a ‘ticking time bomb’ because in the last year and a half my L5-S1 has gone from minor to severe with issues. I
I’m sure you are wondering why I use such vague titles. Well, the shorter the title the shorter the URL. That’s really why! Plus it intrigues people and then they tend to want to see what I’m up to! In relation to my social media life Then… I was very quite about politics and religion on all social media platforms. Kept to sharing basic emotions and nothing too high on the scale of creating a stir. I always felt religion and politics were fire intensive and didn’t want to kick the hornets nest. Now… I post about everything. The whole point about this blog was for readers to get to know me…the real me. The me behind the pages of my work, behind the closed door of my life. To know me is to know my passions and understand why I write the way I do. I’m temperamental, easily triggered (although not as much as even ten years ago), and
In our everyday lives we do things that we may not realize. Hurtful things to others without even thinking. Have you ever said there was a job you would not do? Or you won’t sit by someone in a business because they look sketchy or untrusting? Every made fun of someone cause of the way they looked or something was different about them? Those are the things that are hurtful. One person is only better than another if their soul is more loving, forgiving, and accepting. For NO other reason is one person better than another. No two people are identical. I recently posted about conformity almost killing my soul – and then we have those who “make fun of” others for not being like them. We ARE all on different paths with different goals. Always remember that the person next to you is a human, just like you! I remember as a pre-teen there was a guy who bullied
Every New’s Year Eve we see so many of our friends and family set New Years Resolutions only to see two weeks or a month in they have failed at them, this is ONE of the many reasons I don’t set them. First, if I’m going to set a goal for myself why wait till the end of one year and the beginning of another to do it? Second, a resolution is a statement of what you will do – I prefer to set goals…let me get there at a pace I can handle. What I normally do at the end of the year is a Year-End WrapUp! This year I posted on Facebook about my author wrapup. Here it is: “End of Year wrap up and plans for 2019! Edits for book 4 of the Chronicles of Elizabeth Fairbairn have begun… as well as for my WIP titled Forgotten Soul. Both will get a lovely twice over and edits, but Forgotten
Over the last twenty years, I’ve battled with “female” issues and finally on the 29th of October I was able to start the final process of resolving those issues. While a hysterectomy for me was considered elective… I truly feel it was my only opinion. I didn’t want to spend the rest of my life on medication if a procedure could take care of the problem… not like I’m having kids anyway anymore. I told the doctor it was ridiculous for me to continue dealing with problems with bits I didn’t use or need 🙂 The doctor and I spoke at great lengths about my options and any concerns regarding a hysterectomy, as well my medical history. Previously I’ve had two c-sections and the biggest concern was scarring. I told the doctor of my mother’s history with excessive scarring and the doctor was confident that wouldn’t be a problem. I should only have a few small incisions and be good.