GBE 64 I am Thankful I didn’t miss out on this .....
Current mood: thankful
GBE 64 I am Thankful that I didn't
In 1999 I met a wonderful lady and having been straight all my life didn't quite know what to do with the feelings I had inside that she was causing me.
The one thing I am thankful that I did NOT do was walk away from her as it was a new way of life and I just wasn't raised that way, it was just to hard to ignore the connection we had between us.
Looking back over the last 9 years I can say I am so very thankful that I did not listen to what society was telling me to do and followed my heart instead, would have been sad to miss out on all of this because it would change my lifestyle, and for the most part I would of and did lose a lot of other people in my life, personally I think it just gave them a valid reason to ignore me and act as though I don't exist. I for one am one very happy lady and the lady that I did marry this year is the reason for that happiness.
Been one heck of a ride wouldn't have missed it for anything….
Happy Thanksgiving to all of you here in the GBE you each mean so very much to me and I am so thankful for your friendship, your blogs and just for the fact that you are who you are…
Tag I am it no worries no one was tagged, thank you Rogue Faery Writer for tagging me.
Current mood: thoughtful
Category: Life
A tag, I was tagged by The Rogue Faery Writer & Deep South Wytch to list 5 random things about myself, if anyone wants to do this please feel free to do so I am not tagging anyone special on this as I know it is a busy time of year for all of us with the holidays bearing down on us rather quickly, this is at least a couple of weeks that it has been sitting on hold for me alone so will just say I would love to see all your answers if you choose to do this if not well going to love you just the same.
1.I love to read and am currently reading the The Twilight Sagaseries by Stephenie Meyer which to my knowledge has a series of 4 books in at this point, {Crissie said there was one more book that actually starts at the beginning but have not checked that out yet} this is an excellent read and even though my daughter has been buying them and is mostly a love story that teen agers would enjoy I have enjoyed the story line behind it as well as the love story it goes really deep as to what lengths one would go in the name of love. I have read several books this year and I think that out of all of the ones I have read "The Shack by William P. Young" is my favorite hands down, for those of you struggling with the thought of Christianity this year, this is the one you want to read and just maybe you can find some peace within yourself with the views in this book. Anyway after my day is done and I have finished with my online friends at myspace and finished reading all the news I can handle for the day I head to bed and finish my day off with a couple of chapters of my book of choice.
2.I love my family and one of our favorite things to do is to just to get in the truck pick a direction and drive, no rules no set destination just drive and stop when anyone says I want to see that up ahead Mom can you please stop there. It is a great way to spend time together and we have seen some beautiful countryside and it usually turns into a great history lesson not only for the kids but for the adults as well.
3.I am part Irish and American Indian, my looks favor both sides as my high cheek bones show the Indian heritage, but in looks I take after my Mother who has the Irish {as well as a mixture of other heritages within her, as did my Father}. I have been doing some online studies of my Indian heritage and am currently taking some language classes online to learn to speak our language as there are not many speakers left that know the language and it would be a shame to let it die along with them.
4.I love country music and I don't really mean what we have on the market as in the new generation of singers but more the older ones, Hank Williams, Conway Twitty, Loretta Lynn, Tammy Wynette, George Jones, Dottie West, Ray Price, Willie Nelson, along with some of the oldies I mean rock and roll oldies that were popular in the 50's and 60's. Yes if you look up those singers then you pretty much can see my CD collection.
5.I enjoy working with photos on my computer but not to enhance them so much per say but to put them in a format that will give you a movie of them at the end. I think of all the pictures I have that just sit in albums and very rarely ever taken out at looked at so I have been spending time each year making up memory DVD's out of them and have found that they are being viewed much more often.
Okay that is about it this time thanks for stopping by and reading feel free to tag yourself and please let me know if you do as I would love to read those random facts about each of you.
GBE 63 ~ Betrayal
Current mood: peaceful
Category: Life
GBE 63
Betrayal
That one word packs so much behind it, so many ways to betray and to be betrayed, from small little slips of the lips to huge ones that can and usually do hurt others, sometimes beyond repair.
If you stop and think about it we are conditioned to share so much of ourselves with others that we sometimes forget there are boundaries that we should adhere to. My rights stop when yours begin, if something I am doing can hurt another person, then I have passed over that line of my rights and jumped head first into another person's space, I have in essence betrayed that person, not by denial that they exist but by the simple fact that I am no longer within my own space and my thoughts no longer concern just me, if I cause harm in doing this I am betraying their trust in me to keep within my own. How many times have some of our small actions hurt another so badly and we have had no clue of the fact that we were inflicting pain on another? I know for myself I probably do it on a daily basis.
I don't know how many times I have made the statement that people just don't understand me, they don't take the time to listen to everything I say, so getting just half of the message they feel hurt and betrayed without even bothering to listen to the rest of where that line of thinking would have of taken them. I think that if we just take the time to first of all know the person we feel we are being betrayed by and really know them, how there heart is what way are they normally, then listen to what they are saying, then a lot of those little betrayals would go away. If we know that person is full of love and always tries to do what is right a big portion of the time, then why would we believe that what they are saying is meant to hurt and betray? Often times I feel we just don't take the time to allow all they are saying and their reasons behind what they are saying before we jump to conclusions as to what it is they are trying to get across.
There are so many ways to betray another person those above are often just small little things that can be settled quickly once the tempers settle down. However life is not quite that simple most people are not that loving that they take the time to step back and just totally listen to what is being said.
If I tell you a secret and I really need you to keep that quiet, and for whatever reason you just are not able to keep it to yourself, it burns a hole in you until you are able to share it with someone else, and in your doing so you have betrayed my trust right? I don't think so; first of all I think that if you have something within yourself that is that important to you, and then maybe it should kept within yourself. If what you are going to say to another has the ability to hurt you or another then shouldn't you be holding that within yourself? Why would we give another that kind of power over us? Wouldn't it be better to just work through that on our own?
Okay, as I said those are small betrayals, then we move on to the bigger ones, the ones that have the power to turn our lives upside down, that we have no control over them happening to us. For example someone we love with everything inside of us has taken that forbidden step and crossed that line; that one that you as a couple have no business even getting close enough to look at what might be waiting for you on the other side. Be it a man or a woman setting out to go have that clandestine meeting with a forbidden love. Now those kinds of betrayals it is not just a misunderstanding of one not taking the time to listen to what one is saying; no that is a huge line crossing that is a blatant abuse of trust and a huge betrayal.
Those kinds of hurt can cut you right down to the very essence of your soul. I have always been of the line of thinking that if you do not want to be with someone any longer than you should just be honest and tell that person. Oh yes it is going to hurt but if you are growing tired of what you might have with me then at least give me the option of walking away from that with grace, with my head held high and not because of finding out after the fact that you had grown tired of me, give me the option to leave on my own steam, oh it is going to hurt anyway, but give me that chance to just go on my way and leave you to be with the one that you feel you can replace me with. Let me love you in my own way and release you to be free to do that. I can't imagine anyone wanting to hang on to someone who does not have their heart with me as mine is with them.
I suppose my way of thinking is a little hard to grasp as it can and does give the betrayer a clear path to go on their way and continue to hurt and betray others, I just don't think giving any one person that kind of power over you is a good idea. And I have to answer for only myself, if I can love you no matter what you do to me, and only allow those that I can handle to hurt or betray me, if I can hold my head up high no matter what kind of treatment might be dished out to me, then I can look in the mirror and be proud of whom I see staring back at me. Then I know that above all no matter what happens no matter whom it happens with a friend, a lover, a child, a sibling I can and will allow them the freedom to express themselves the way they feel they need to and I can and will love them no matter what and release them however they need to be released and find a place within myself that will allow me to live with those actions.
I don't believe that the person that has done the betraying will be able to just shrug it off and go on, I think at some point that it has to hit home, if not this time then sooner or later it is going to hit them just what they did lose over their own actions. We do not just pass through each others lives without leaving some kind of an impression, without leaving just a trace of ourselves forever entwined within that person, so yes sooner or later they will have to stop and take stock of themselves and what they have done and how they have affected other lives; sooner or later they do have to answer to themselves if not to others.
So when you feel you have been betrayed look deep within yourself and ask did I allow this person to do this to me? Take responsibility for your part in that betrayal, and if none of it was your doing remember to hold you head high walk away from that with grace and dignity held intact and allow yourself to love and release that you might be more at peace with you.
Hope you have a great week, thank you so much for taking the time to come read my thoughts on betrayal.
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Category: News and Politics
Between Two Worlds. A Flying lesson Current mood: Centered in the LIVING ROOM of my inner house. Category: Centered in the LIVING ROOM of my inner house. News and Politics
Between Two Worlds
It is by looking beyond the seen that you see...
A Flying Lesson and commentary on the state of the world late 2008.
Lee Travathan aka The Rebel Writer
Everyone knows what it's like. At some point you've found yourself in that awkward yet natural position of knowing that you exist in two worlds at the same time, a bit torn, perhaps weary. You wish it could all be so easy and less complicated. But you know that won't happen. You're a smart cookie. You've learned. You struggle against the current of life till you decide to relax and let the river take you.
On one hand you are discouraged and frustrated by this non-stop drama called life and on the other, let's face it, you know you need the lessons you get as you stagger in the balance, or lack of it. Yes, we know the drill. We've all been there and now more than ever we feel ourselves rocking to the very core of our beings as we watch the world gyrate into awkward positions such as we've never seen in our history. If you are attentive, you find a holograph in front of you each day, a lesson within a lesson within a lesson and so on. If you are not attentive, you very well may find your greatest fears realized.
Christian leaders tell us that this is all predicted… that Jesus will be back soon and the world as we know it will end with the great rapture. And it could. Who's to say for sure? I'm Christian… just not the ordinary kind. I've taken it a bit deeper and made LOVE my true religion. I'm the rebel kind. I agree with my wise old preacher and farmer grandfather Baker who said, "Be smart. Buy insurance." Spiritual indemnity. Yes, the last big investment we may all make… meaning if you don't trust in the idea that God is the headmaster of this classroom called life and has ultimate control over it, this is a good time to invest yourself in that idea and look for evidence of its validity.
Love is the only evidence I need. Love exists. Someone or something loved me enough to bare proof of that love, to produce an offspring in the form of a human child using a human instrument. You're reading this so I do, indeed, exist… and so do you. This is a message of love to my fellow "lovers", so love does, indeed, exist. Thus, there you go… insurance purchased and paid in full. If the great rapture happens I'll be ready. If I very soon show up missing (an interesting play on words), you'll know what happened as I bleeped off the radar in this known world. Hey, who knows, maybe we will be hanging out together somewhere else. It could happen. Anything is possible.
News stations report the latest tragedy of losses worldwide and the strategies of lawmakers wanting to save the big corporations that so gracefully lent a hand and helped us all peacefully numb out and dumb down so we could all live the good life without the thought of consequences. But is that "good life" really all that good in the end?
When I learned three days ago that the house I built less than three years ago at $600,000 with hard earned dollars, worth just under a million at the time, is now worth $230,000 since the guy next door just sold his for $195,000 on a short sale… yeah, I took a deep breath and started the process of renegotiation with my lender… you know, one of "those" corporations that got bailed out. Life is weird. My local realtor down the street is in the same boat and tried to get bailed out but got a "sell your house and take the hit but you will still owe us" response from his lender… my lender. My strategy… I'll out-think and out picture them all. Okay, so I'm a little weird too, but I wouldn't be me if I was not stranger than fiction. Simple faith has saved my life more than a few times. Maybe now it will save my house? Well, we will certainly see! I can be a spiritual bulldog when I have to be.
It can seem to some that everything is upside down these days.
We've got parents dropping off teenagers at safe drop zones before the deadline hits because they just can't take them anymore. Did they miss the memo on how difficult teens can be… that they can hate you one day and love you like crazy the next? We've got more kids killing kids and mothers killing babies and toddlers than ever in our history to make points with some guy that finds the kids an intrusion. Wow! Now that's ego at its worst. A father decides it is wise to teach his young son how to handle a fire arm and the news anchor tells us that the eight year old fires it in anger, killing the father. Is anyone surprised?
Prop 8 folks try to tell us that love is a political and spiritual issue and same sex couples have to be "controlled" just like slaves were controlled in the times before good old Abe decided it was all a lot of hogwash and freed the slaves. Love is a spiritual issue for me but that does not give me the right to decide how others love or live. I mean if love is really used properly, how could I deny gay folks the same privileges I have? I'd be a hypocrite! I wonder how I'd feel if someone told me that Mac and I could not be married due to some "political" or moral flaw we carry with us. Maybe next they will pass a law that says divorced folks can't remarry. How many of us would be out of luck then? Crazy stuff, that prop 8 thing.
Let's regulate love, why don't we. Could the world get any crazier? When did we decide to play God and judge accordingly? Nah, I'll leave it to the Big Guy. I'm not qualified to make those calls. I'm qualified to love. To that, I am committed. And the beat goes on.
Each day millions of people sit in front of televisions to learn of the latest bad news as if in wait for the next crisis. Are we really all that conditioned? It would seem so. A recent poll showed that 82% of folks worldwide watch the news at least 5 times a week or read a newspaper or net news outlet each day.
We don't know how to get back to home base where it was safe and simple, things made sense, and people were happy just living and loving. We've got one foot in the "reel" world that swirls around outside of us in each moment like an endless loop of informational sound bites and one foot in the "real" world, that deep inner place of observation and perspective that is calm and steadfast. We've been around long enough to know how the story goes. The fat lady has not sung yet! It ain't over till it's over. Nobody grows without growing pains. Life stretches our spiritual skins for a reason… it is working like there is no tomorrow to evolve us and save us from our smallest selves. We have only graced the tip of the berg. Open the floodgates!
We appear to be living a life "out there"… and there is certainly some evidence to support that. I mean, we show up. We take actions. We make decisions that impact our lives and the lives of others. We can look in the mirror and see an image of a body standing where we stand. It looks real enough, right? Still, we know that the world that matters most is the one that no one else but us can see, feel, know, and relate to, but us. This is a dichotomy of the most intense realization. We can't see our spiritual body in that same mirror, but baby… it's a beauty! Not a flaw in sight. In that body, we are perfect within our imperfections. That, to me, is what is real. That is what makes extraordinary thinking what it is. A deeper truth.
We are in "this" world of visual and material imaging but we are not particularly of it. Even if we live a hundred years, the "reel" world, our personal movie in which we are the observer and star, is temporary. There is a lot of documentation to suggest that the "real" world of soul survives all things, even death. That's not news. But the question is this: What do we do with what we know? Think about that.
It seems to me that this is where we all go on tilt. I mean, really now… have you ever thought about how your thoughts and feelings affect the big picture of life? Have you ever really understood how valuable, how critical, and how intricate you really are in the big picture of life beyond the seen?
It is by looking beyond the seen that you see.
In a world that seems to be falling apart it is important to think things through mindfully and to act accordingly. Choices have to be made. Will we experience today's global distress as the "human being/doing" that reacts in fear or will we be the silent observer that calculates our responses from that deep inner place of strength and balance? Will we trust the news we see on CNN or will we trust the great inner being, the extraordinary self that lives and breathes within us all? Where does our individual perspective rest; in the "reel" world of drama and trauma or in the "real" world of spirit? Where do we put our loyalty?
I get hundreds of emails from all over the world on a regular basis. The common consensus? The world is a mess. Well, of course it is. As long as ordinary thinking rules this world it will show up in a disorderly fashion. It is the life underneath all that chaos that we typically overlook. That deep inner life is going on at the same time. There are people out there that see the bigger picture and work in silence at a bottomless level to alter their lives and the lives of others. What they know, deep down at the core, is that everything is for a specific purpose. It all matters. We all matter.
You matter. Spend some time over the next few days to determine how you show up in the "real" world of your own thoughts during this difficult time of evolution on our planet. Why? Because you can. That is part of the true beauty and miracle that you are. You can. And no matter how things look "out there" in the world, you can because that inner world is your key to all things. Have you owned that reality? Do you live it… or do you continue to flounder between two worlds, never resting in the center to find balance?
Where is balance? It is in the place, the quiet space, between those two worlds where nothing real can be threatened… where love is all there is.
It is by looking beyond the seen that you see.
So… look. Listen. Feel. Write it all down if you need, but retain your vision of a higher thought than the ones CNN offer. Get back to me on that.
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Something to start your week with ..
Category: Blogging
Making a baby. This is hilarious! There is not one dirty word in it, and it is funny.
The Smiths were unable to conceive children and decided to use a surrogate father to start their family. On the day the proxy father was to arrive, Mr. Smith kissed his wife goodbye and said, 'Well, I'm off now.The man should be here soon.'
Half an hour later, just by chance, a door-to-door baby photographer happened to ring the doorbell, hoping to make a sale. 'Good morning,Ma'am', he said, 'I've come to...'
'Oh, no need to explain,' Mrs. Smith cut in, embarrassed, 'I've been expecting you.'
'Have you really?' said the photographer. 'Well, that's good. Did you know babies are my specialty?'
'Well that's what my husband and I had hoped. Please come in and have a seat'.
After a moment she asked, blushing, 'Well, where do we start?'
'Leave everything to me. I usually try two in the bathtub, one on the couch,and perhaps a couple on the bed. And sometimes the living room floor is fun. You can really spread out there.'
'Bathtub, living room floor? No wonder it didn't work out for Harry and me!'
'Well,Ma'am, none of us can guarantee a good one every time. But if we try several different positions and I shoot from six or seven angles, I'm sure you'll be pleased with the results.'
'My, that's a lot!', gasped Mrs. Smith.
'Ma'am,in my line of work a man has to take his time. I'd love to be In and out in five minutes, but I'm sure you'd be disappointed with that.'
'Don't I know it,' said Mrs. Smith quietly.
The photographer opened his briefcase and pulled out a portfolio of his baby pictures. 'This was done on the top of a bus,' he said.
'Oh, my word!' Mrs. Smith exclaimed, grasping at her throat.
'And these twins turned out exceptionally well - when you consider their mother was so difficult to work with.'
'She was difficult?' asked Mrs. Smith.
'Yes,I'm afraid so. I finally had to take her to the park to get the job done right. People were crowding around four and five deep to get a good look'
'Four and five deep?' said Mrs. Smith, her eyes wide with amazement.
'Yes',the photographer replied. 'And for more than three hours, too. The mother was constantly squealing and yelling - I could hardly concentrate, and when darkness approached I had to rush my shots.Finally, when the squirrels began nibbling on my equipment, I just had to pack it all in.'
Mrs. Smith leaned forward. 'Do you mean they actually chewed on your, uh...equipment?'
'It's true, Ma'am, yes.. Well, if you're ready, I'll set-up my tripod and we can get to work right away.'
'Tripod?' 'Oh yes, Ma'am. I need to use a tripod to rest my Canon on. It's much too big to be held in the hand for very long.' At this point, Mrs. Smith fainted.....
GBE 61 A huge thank you to our Military Veterans and those still serving.
GBE 61
Military Veterans
This week's topic comes to us from Don't Mind Me and I hope all of you take advantage of this opportunity to thank him as well as all the others that have or are still serving in the military. It is because of what they do that gives us the right to first of all continue to write these blogs, vote for our choice of whom we want to run our country among so many other rights we have because of what these men and women do on a daily basis so first of all I want to send a huge thank you from the bottom of my heart for what you all do for all of us not just as individuals but as a nation.
"Thank You"
Growing up when I did during the Vietnam era and seeing so many of my friends and classmates being drafted and sent off to fight in that war, I seen the sacrifices that so many of them made, and not just the ones that went and fought, but the families that were left here to wonder when they would come home and if they would come home. And I seen the shame this nation put onto a lot of those that were lucky enough to come home. Many of them missing parts of their bodies; all of them missing a part of their spirit; some to never regain that again. Some still to this day do not have the peace that each one of us has because of what they have done for us. They were not given the hero's welcome they should have been given, heck they weren't given much of a welcome at all, as a nation we should be ashamed of our actions, no we didn't all feel that way and some of us did right by our military at that point, but as a nation we should be ashamed of the way these men were welcomed home or really should say the lack of welcome that they received.
I have family members that did fight in some of our wars, but some of those would have been before my time, a few of them I never got the chance to meet as they died doing their duty to their country. An Uncle whose submarine was shot to pieces in the middle of the ocean by a torpedo was taken from us during ww2. I had a grandfather who fought in ww2 and did come home, who spent all of his life with a limp because of an injury he received to his hip and the surgery made one leg shorter than the other, yes he came home and yes I got to know and love him, he was proud of his limp and the time he had served. My own father was in the service but was given a medical leave when he fell off of a water tower in a training camp and got an injury that would bother him until the day he died.
I have a nephew who was in the service during Desert Storm and was lucky enough to be stationed in Japan; he came home with a wife, and is no longer serving in the military.
No matter what station of life you are from each one of us is touched by what these young men and women do while serving in our military. Each and every one of them need to be thanked for the job they do and have done, and those that continue to do on a daily basis, yes we need to thank them. I do want to make a note here that many of us do not support the war we are in, but we do support our men and women in this war, I want to interject a comment here on that, I want you all to know that no matter how we might feel about this subject they are proud to be doing what they do, they believe in what they are doing and they believe in whom they are serving and they most certainly believe in their commander in chief, and we as a nation should support whomever that is, our prayers should include daily that our leaders will make the right decisions for our country, and that our service men and women will remain safe to return to their families.
And as an individual I want to say once again as I don't think we can ever say it enough, thank you from the bottom of my heart for all the sacrifices you make for us on a daily basis. Just simply "thank you", to those who are serving and those who have served you are my heroes.
I feel very strongly about our country and I love where I live and the freedom I have and I know who makes it possible. And please let's not forget those Mother's, Father's, siblings and wife's, husband's that send them off to war and support them a huge thank you to all of you.
Here are some pictures of a few that have served, and a few that are serving and have served.
Jose currently in the Marines..
Charlie - served in Vietnam
Thanks for stopping by and reading, have a great week.
God bless the USA
Blessings n' hugs
The following is from Alicia's blog for those that might be interested in joining our group.
For those of you who may be new to the scene, the Group Blogging Experience (a.k.a. GBE) is pretty much where each week I'll give you a general topic, then you have all week to work up your own interpretation of it. The only limits on what you choose to blog about are the time you want to put into it, and your imagination. By Saturday, everyone posts their blogs and I link them all through mine. Any questions, just ask!
This week's topic is suggested by the mysterious Don't Mind Me: MILITARY VETERANS
As always, participation is open to everyone. Just say, "I'm in!" in the comments below, and take your time...you've got all week! Then come back and say "I'm posted!" when you're done. No need to leave your link 'cause I'll come get it! Deadline for posting your blog, if you choose to participate, will be by Saturday, November 8th.
Some of my fondest memories with my kids are the parties they have when they were young and I always made sure they had a Halloween party, I so enjoyed the smiles, the laughter just the out and out fun they always seemed to have. Those are some of the experiences that they had as children they still talk about.
I was one of those Mom's that got down in the dirt with her kids and made mud pies, played football built forts, you get the idea. I was able to relieve my childhood again through their eyes. Wasn't much that I wouldn't do with them, I knew they would only be those ages once, and I really just didn't want to miss a minute of it. So, every year for their birthdays of course a party but Halloween was special, for all of them. Even when Crissie finally came onto the scene when she was 10, her birthday is 2 days after Christmas and let's face it, after all the holiday festivities no one is in the mood to throw a birthday party, oh I don't mean she never had one since she has moved into my life, she did, just not a whole lot and is hard to get kids together that time of year for a birthday party, so she always had her birthday party early I let her pick the time of year she would like to have it and she is such a Halloween freak that could only be the day she would pick.
These are my two favorite Halloween stories with my kids.
This would be the one with my two boys as Crissie wasn't even a spark in her Momma's eyes. The year was 1984 my boys were 9 and 10 years old, we were living in Duncanville Texas. The man I was married to at the time was a Mormon, well he claimed to be anyway I believe he just used the church for what he could but that is a different blog all together. Anyway I had got my cousin Kevin, my little brother Jerry to help me decorate the house up, we had a family room with a fire place, the guys were in construction so they got some scrap wood together and build a coffin to set in front of the fireplace, they build a maze inside that room that the kids would have to travel through, was a huge house so it was quite well done. There were so many twist and turns in that maze aimed at scaring the kids and that for the most part was very successful. I let the boys invite 10 friends each, and I had also extended invitations to my siblings that were living out in the same area at that time and their children. We were going to serve a meal to all the family and sort of have the party going on in the other room at the same time. Well, my family or brothers I should say love to party and of course no party is a good one with out some mixed drinks.
I had baked pumpkin cupcakes, made all kinds of good food for adults and kids alike, and finally the night arrived and everyone started coming over, there was so much yelling, screaming, laughter, pretty much tells you the party is a hit. Some of the kids the boys had invited were from the Mormon Church we went to.
Another thing on Halloween you get those ones making the rounds hollering out trick or treat. I am all over the place trying to keep the party going and the games running smoothly and fairly so that all the kids would have a prize to take home, no easy deed when you have about 30 kids running through the house. I would pop in and out of the bar to see how the older kids were doing, "they were enjoying the food and the Halloween spirits they had found in bottles". All in all a very successful party right? Lol oh no that would be the wrong assumption to make. I had let the boys be in charge of handing out the candy as they said I never let them do that, I did but they just had short memories, so when the doorbell would ring one or both of them would run to the door to hand out the goodies, unknown to me at the time, they were not only handing out the candy but they were inviting the kids into the party, my huge party of 30+ kids had swelled to huge numbers, honestly have no clue how many people adults and kids were roaming through my home. I was doing the games and was thinking to myself gosh I just don't remember half of these kids.
I was laughing so hard when I realized what my sweet little boys had done, but then came the time for the kids to be picked up, picture this, I have 3 brothers, and two of them were married and one had a girlfriend, they had all been drinking pretty heavy for about 5 hours, and here come the Mommies and Daddies from the church to pick up their little angels, and the house is full of smoke, drunks and screaming kids, yep that one pretty much went over like a lead balloon. Took me two days to clean up the mess, there were cupcakes mashed down into the carpet, ice cream punch spilt all over the place, just wow. But this was the boy's favorite Halloween party. Lol we did have a long talk about inviting just anyone into the house during a party, set down some rules about how many children one house can hold. Oh and I was asked to leave the church as I wouldn't conform to their beliefs, this was after hours of trying to convince me I was a bad person and should punish my children for their behavior, and that I should try and teach my brothers that drinking was bad for them and God would not be happy with them yeah ok right, not going to happen. It was a great party though.
And now we must fast forward into the future a little bit, Crissie didn't come into my life until 1999, and the first year we just gave her a regular birthday party on her birthday as she had spent Halloween in Glendale with her Dad. So the next year she had heard us talk so much about all the different Halloween parties and chosen this date to have her party so the year is 2000 and this would be her first Halloween party.
She was in a new school had new friends and a good party should be an excellent way to help her break the ice with a lot of them and fit in a little better. So she was allowed to invite 20 friends, (with only one kid 20 was the limit) so she set out and we made up her invitation and she sent them out. We spend about a week getting the place ready, we always have a haunted house for the kids to go through as well as bobbing for apples, pin the boo on the ghost, and a costume judging. The boys are grown now but oh don't they love scaring the kids so they would want a part in this as well. Pops always did the judging so to be fair as I am not a good judge as my kids always shine above others and would not be fair.
Even Pops at his age I believe he was 74 at the time, he always got in on the act, he had rigged up a ghost/goblin really not quite sure what you would classify it as, as soon as one of the kids would enter the haunted house he had it on a pulley and it would come flying across the room at them, lol they would scream, he would snicker and get ready for the next victim. We did have some of the kids who would not go through the haunted house on their own, lol had to have a friend walk them through, and sadly though the friend usually got more scared than they did.
I always serve up all kinds of good food for the kids to eat, Hawaiian punch was served as a drink as it is red like blood but you have to put scoops of vanilla ice cream in it along with some ginger ale to make it bubble. More candy then these kids would need in a year, heck they are all going home to Mom n' Dad and can be hyper at home, heck you are only a child once. Of course chips and dips, salsa mixed with sour cream gives you a red tinted dip, and it is good. A fog machine is a must, got to have that air that you can't quite see through.
Well Crissie bless her heart has always wanted to go gothic as a child, loved the black everything and was not allowed to do that for normal wear, nope got to have some colors in your life besides black. And she so loved the vampires, so she got to pick out her costume and her make up to use, I had even ordered her the teeth you can mold onto your own to make it look and I mean really look like you are a vampire. So she goes into the bathroom to get ready, (gosh a girl can really tie up a bathroom for hours) and calls me in to help her finish up her hair before she finishes her make up. We had bought some of the hair color stuff that you just comb through the hair, it sort of streaked hers, and she is blonde so it really turned out cool. She sent me away as she wanted to do her make up alone had some ideas she wanted to try and also wanted to surprise us.
Okay let's go forward a little here, the party is in full swing, the kids are all screaming and having a ball, as the ones being making sure the party stays in full swing even the parents are required to dress up, Pops actually had one of the best adult costumes that night with his face painted a grey color and his beard starting grow out, a black cape and hood, his eyes black and being old, he did his share of scaring, and oh how he would laugh as each child screamed and ran. We were getting ready to do part of the games that we would have that night, it being Crissie's party she would always go first but was not allowed to win any of the prizes those were for her guest she always got something though. So Cathy started calling her name and trying to find out where she is so she can start the games, she asked one girl if she knew where Crissie was, and told the girl she had an awesome costume, the girl replied to her, Mom I am Crissie. Excellent costume when your own Mother doesn't recognize you. I think that one moment in the whole night was the best one for her, she was like wow it was a great costume Mom didn't even know who I was, and she was NOT wearing a mask. Great job kid, it was an awesome party.
So Happy Halloween to all of you and I hope you all get more candy than you could ever eat and get at least one good scare.
GBE is a group blogging experience where some myspace bloggers have gotten together they are given a topic each week and have from Tuesday to Saturday to write and post their blog. The beautiful Alicia is the leader of all of those that choose to participate. Go to her blog, say I'm in, once you have posted go back and simply state "posted". I hope you join us we have some wonderful writers and some that just enjoy sharing.
Perception GBE 59
Current mood: enlightened
Category: Friends
Okay when I saw the title for this week I was thinking gosh this could take so many different avenues, and wasn't quite sure what way I would go with this one so just posted that I was in, and went to read other blogs that had been posted since my last log on to myspace.
I ran across one by our dear friend Maryann she had titled a blog I Did Something I'm Ashamed of Today and I was of course curious as to what MA might of been so upset and ashamed of that she felt she needed to post a blog about it and what lesson might be in this blog for the rest of us to learn from.
This precious lady was upset because a stranger had came to her door looking for work, and she had turned him away without a second thought, at the moment anyway. Once she had thought about it for awhile she started beating herself up for not at least getting his name and number in case any of her neighbors might have some extra work.
I mean let's face it times are hard and if there is someone out there seeking work going door to door trying to find something he would at the very least deserve I am sorry I don't have any work for you myself but at least let me take your name and number and I will pass it around to those I know, and maybe something will come up, yes he did deserve this at the very least, and bless her heart Maryann realized this and spend the rest of the day beating herself up until she posted a blog about it.
But now let's enter into the picture all the people out there that have already and will now with the posting of this blog go and read Maryann's blog, and get a message about how tough times are and how much in the world we live in today we need to help each other out when we can, that it is not a simple peaceful world we live in and life just really isn't all that fair right now, and the simple fact that as a member of the human race we each need to remember to not only be thankful for what the good Lord has given us but that we also need to share with others when the chance comes up.
So see Maryann's perception of what she had done is totally different from mine, she is beating herself up because she didn't do more, I on the other hand feel that by turning him down Ma has in all actuallity done way more than help that one man seeking work, by her post and this one she is reaching way more people and waking us all up to the fact that hello people the world sucks right now and if we all want to make it we need to band together and help out when we can, it is all a matter of how you see things.
So take a few mintues out of your day, go Thank Maryann for her part in waking us up, pass the word on that we do each one of us need to wake up and help those in need, after all it might one of us knocking on doors to seek work next, each one of us is just one missed payment on our homes away from losing them, one month out of work and we are in the same shoes as this man is.
Going to close this blog with the lyrics of a song I think it fits the times today,
EVERYBODY GET TOGETHER
(Chester Powers) Love is but a song to sing Feels the way we'll die You can make the mountains ring Or make the angels cry Though the bird is on the wing And you may know not why
Oh! Come on you people now Smile on your brother Everybody get together Try to love one another right now Come on you people now Smile on your brother Everybody get together Try to love one another right now
Some may come and some may go He will surely pass When the one that let us heal Returns for us at last We are but in the morning sunlight Fading in the grass
Oh! Come on you people now Smile on your brother Everybody get together Try to love one another right now Yes! Come on you people now Smile on your brother Everybody get together Try to love one another right now
Come on you people now Smile on your brother Everybody get together Try to love one another right now (repeat and fade)
And of course you would want to listen to this as well so here is video..
Just in case the video doesn't work here is a link to it .
So come on let's get together ... we can do this ...
My 30
Current mood: cooky/wacky
Category: Blogging
My 30,
After seeing my name in several of these, it was time to find out what the questions were. So had to agree to do this, these are my answers . So in order for those of you who have not done this to see the questions you must agree to post a blog with just the answers. These are mine.
thankful
thoughtful
peaceful
cooky/wacky
enlightened