Embrace the Bacongal, and what ever I'm itching to say !

Each day I try to remember to be happy and joyful in all my blessings, instead of thinking of the one thing that I don't have. Today I am skating towards payday with less in our checking account than I'm comfortable with.  I'm being stubborn and won't transfer funds from savings.  Reminding myself of all the things in my life that are lovely and joyful. My family, home, loving pets, flowers, chickens that just gave me 5 eggs, the hummingbird I cannot seem to get a good picture of, my guitar, the kindle app, my health, Riddick's health. Today my friends be joyful in all that you have, don't let the one thing you lack be the ruin of this day!

Star Wars, the first one, ofcourse.  It was very late May or June of 1977.  I remember that I had just had my birthday so it had to be after May 23.  I was five.  We were all waiting in line at the SouthGate theater on 99E.  My parents, myself and my older brother.  I can't tell you if there were other children there that we knew, that we had brought with us, because there were people everywhere.  I can remember waiting in a long line behind the ropes made of stuffed fabric that attach to the little metal doo dads.  Once we were finally seated I had the usual un controlled exceitiment waiting for the lights to dim.  That was the big signal. The overwhelming feeling of awe and suruprise when the Battle cruiser being chased by fighters filled the screen from over my head.  Coming from behind me and flying right over, it was amazing.  I can still remember how scared I was in the first scene of viewing Darth Vadar.  What mo...

Vinnie is not impressed with Sons of Anarchy.

I am so excited!  I am losing a toe nail.  It's disgusting.  Maybe tomorrow I'll post a pic, but today it's just too nasty and I'd make you vomit looking at the poor thing. After I run my feet are stinky and smelly and generally in need of love.  I was just putting my flip flops on, but my dog ate my new flops and I haven't replaced them yet. Yes hard to believe the famous Mrs. Maya eats shoes, but yes its her one fault.  That and her paws that smell like fritos.  I found these shoes at DSW, and than ordered them off Amazon, where they were cheaper.  Do you do that?  Find something in a store, try it on and than stand there with your iphone finding it cheaper elsewhere, that's me.  The 5.5 foot tall dork in the store searching for the cheapest price.  Back to the shoes, they are Sanuks I love them!  These are called the "scribble".  You can buy them at Amazon , Sanuk.com , Nordstrom , DSW doesn't sell them onlin...

That's as much as a statement as it is a self conviction.  I know that I say things sometimes that come out hurtful, even if it's not it my heart. Today my feeler got broken.  That's Riddick's statement when feelings get hurt, "you feeler got broke", like an antennae on a caterpillar.  "Yes but you are not a real mom".  The person that said it really didn't mean it the way in which she sounded.  I believe she didn't.  It was a reference to children getting older, and I commented that I understand.  I am not a real Mom, a Mother.  I did not birth children nor adopt them.  I raised two step sons full time during my 17 year marriage from hell.  And did a good job. I hid from them the things their father was doing, and provided a loving place for them to call home. Currently I'm a step mom to two wonderful kidlets.  Pinky and Ironman.  I never forget for a moment that I don't have kids of my own.  I regret it....

Yes, this morning the face looking back at me in the mirror is 40 years old.  Those years have flown by.  All the things I worried about day after day, year after year, most didn't happen, and even if they did, most were so small I can't remember.   The things I didn't worry about, that caught me by surprise, I survived, and thrived. Let me see.  I am 40, I have stretch marks and back fat.  But I also have nice legs and I can run and bike and hike ans swim with the best of them. I have a wonderful husband who wished me "happy birthday on your day of birth in your birthday week".  I am blessed and I know it. At 40 years old my Mom was dying and knew it.  She knew she wouldn't reach 45.  I hope that she hoped for it, but all the doctors said she wouldn't.  She died less than a month from her 43rd birthday.  Thinking about it right now as I type, I can't imagine right now, facing what she faced.  Her hair was gone, her f...