momma bear

This is my very own public service announcement.

Our last little bird flew the nest about 14 years ago.  That is when I went from being a full-time mom (a job I took very seriously) to a mom that tries hard not to stick her nose where it doesn’t belong. 🙂  I said tries.  ha

We had two birds.  Those two birds married two birds.

I consider myself the mom of four grown children.

Some of those “momma bear” instincts seem to lessen as the years slip by.  I don’t have a need to know what time they are in bed.  I don’t need to know if they are brushing their teeth or using soap when they wash their hands.  I don’t need to know that they use good manners when eating their dinners (I can secretly hope).

Then one day out of the blue, someone makes a very unkind comment about one of my FOUR children. momma bear quote

This MOMMA BEAR instantly comes alive and alert.  I AM FIERCE and ruthless.  No second chances.

I am here to tell you, the Momma Bear has been poked. 

I can put up with “friends” who exhibit bad manners or poor behavior, I can even tolerate laziness or choosing to be undereducated.

I WILL NOT allow anyone to be disrespectful to any of my children or grandchildren.  That also includes saying anything unkind about my birds.

Earlier today, I ordered a new shirt.momma bear

If you see me wearing said shirt, watch out.  I promise you won’t know what hit you.

I take my job very seriously.  I am extremely good at my job.

Don’t ever poke the Momma Bear.

Thus ends today’s service announcement.




something we can agree on

heart crossMy heart hurts.

I can’t stop thinking about the victims of the Las Vegas shooting.  I woke up this morning at 3:14 am thinking about them.  Thinking about the mom’s, the wives/husbands and the families.  My mind wouldn’t stop swirling.

I will freely admit, I am tired of just sending my thoughts and prayers to victims of unspeakable violence.

I think we can all agree, the time has come.  We need to do more.

The very reason I started this blog was so I could leave my heart on the page and sleep through the night.

Our church sings a song with the words, “Let peace begin with me“.  I have always loved that song, memorized the words, sang with gusto, the melody sounded so smooth and easy.   La, la, la…. look at me being peaceful.  In my nice dress and high heels, so nice and clean and calm. 

Move over Blue Haired Methodist Ladies!

The new younger, more vocal “Medium Golden Brown” with Cappuccino highlights” lady is ready to speak up.

Never in a thousand years would I have believed that “peace” would begin with me by contacting my congressman/woman.

This morning while listening to a fellow cross stitcher, Bendy Stitchy aka Michelle Garrett (a wonderful stitcher, kind soul, giving, nurturing spirit, open-minded)  in amongst talking and sharing about stitching, she shared a brilliant idea.

I liked her idea.  It’s the first time I have thought of it this way.  It is not huge, it is a teeny, tiny step.  Maybe, fingers crossed, an idea in the right direction?

This is NOT about gun laws, gun sales, taking away hunters rights, questioning the Second Amendment.   This is not to ban fertilizer sales or knife sales, this is not a never-ending circle of red-faced, screaming loud, ranting and raving.

THIS IS ABOUT the people who were injured or killed and their families. 

I repeat.

THIS IS ABOUT the people who were injured or killed and their families. 

This is something we can actually do.  Physically write, email or phone your congressman or the white house.  Yes, we can do this.

Allow me to paraphrase her thoughts:

Back in the early 80’s then-President, Ronald Reagan asked the CDC to study why so many Americans were dying in their cars.  The CDC takes a long time to study things, however, in the end, what they deduced is:   car restraints were needed.

That study resulted in a seat belt law.

Do people still die in car accidents?  Yes, of course, every single day. Did the study reduce the number of deaths due to seatbelts?  Yes.  The study was worth it.

Let’s ask our congressmen/women or President to have the CDC  commence a study of multiple deaths by gun violence or other lethal means (fertilizer, knife, car etc) by one individual.

This could very well be a step toward the “WHY” question we all have.

Just take a look at it.  No political slant.  Just take a look.

It is a beginning…….a place to start…….at the very least a jumping off point to try and figure out the “why”.

As the victims and their families, walk through this horror,  May God cover them with a blanket of Love & Grace.

May we all be bathed in Grace as we AGREE.


In this together friends, chat soon.



special gifts

A few years ago, a friend said, “you should write a blog”.  I said okay and went and started a blog that day.

I did not read any directions.  I just jumped in.  Arms flailing about, laughing, rubbing hands together with glee.

I started writing.  I was/am grateful for a place to write my thoughts, thus allowing to turn off my brain & sleep through the night.

Fast forward to this, this is my 925 blog posting.

I got the brilliant idea that I should possibly take a class on “how to blog”.  Today was day 3.  I am trying, really I am. However, after a couple of hours (suppose to spend 15 minutes) of pulling my hair, cussing a few times, drinking way too much coffee………having a ridiculous purple background for 2 hours and actual tears…………………………

I have come to the realization that I have other gifts than computer guru.

I am grateful for many gifts.

I can write.

20150805_125836I can cook up a storm. As I type, I am baking an amazing vegetable pot pie for Mr. Right20150805_132549 for supper.  I grew the green beans and fragrant herbs, which I harvested today.

I can quilt.  I can cross stitch.  I can sew.

I can type (without looking at the keys, thanks to Mrs. Green) really dang fast.

I can set a beautiful table.

I can take care of my sweet dog.

I can make amazing sugar, dairy & gluten-free desserts.  I can make awesome Almond milk.

I can bike four miles a day.  I can swim like a mermaid.

I can iron shirts, almost as good as my sister-in-law.

20150805_132728I can research like nobody’s business.

I have it on good authority, that I can make a Strawberry Rhubarb pie that will make grown20150805_153645 men weep.

Yes, I have gifts.

Being able to figure out the secret, magical computer world is not one of my gifts.

We are all unique and blessed with special gifts.  We just need to figure out what they are.  M. Parsons.

I am grateful, mighty grateful for the gifts I do have.

Today, I refined my list.