Thank you to the mothers…


Life is going by.  I am back in school and working full time.  My kids are going full speed ahead in their own schools and my son is looking at both colleges and the Army.  I have mixed feelings about that for sure!  I am a proud American who supports our troops and am VERY thankful for them and all they do.  I am thankful for their families who give them up allowing them to serve.  I will always respect them and what they are willing to put on the line for all of us, myself and my family.  HOWEVER, that being said, I’m terrified for my son to join.  How messed up is that?  Don’t get me wrong, I am INCREDIBLY proud of him.  I’ve raised him to love this country we are so blessed to live in.  I’ve taught him what it means when we see that flag fly.  I’ve taught him his freedom wasn’t free.   I’ve taught him to respect our elders and thank them with a hand out to shake their hands if you know they served.   I just am a mom.  Yes proud.  Yes honored.  Yes terrified.  This world right now is scary.  He is my son.  I can’t be the only one who has ever felt this way.   I’ll never forget when my dad told the story that his mom, (my grandmother) was angry with him when he decided and joined the Police Department.   She was terrified that something bad would happen to him.  I get it though.  I get her worry.  Giving your son up to do something so brave and so amazing and so… right.  My son looked at me and said that he wanted to serve and protect what I taught him to love.  UGGG.  Anyone else’s child saying that would make my heart bust.   I just hate the place this world is in right now.  Countries with leaders that terrify me.  Countries that have to be dealt with.  Using the troops we put on the front lines.  Troops these other countries care nothing about.  Yet they are our world.  One in particular is my world.  My everything.    I will say though I have never once tried to talk him out of it.  I respect what he wants to do and what he believes in way too much.  I am so proud of him.  Truly.  And I am so proud of every other mother ahead of me who felt these feelings regardless if she shared them out loud  or not.  They are just as brave letting their sons or daughters serve, as the sons and daughters are for serving.


the 2013 Nominees – Best Poetry/Spiritual Healing Post

the 2013 Nominees – Best Poetry/Spiritual Healing Post.



Wow!  Win or not, I’m so proud to be a nominee!  Very cool!  It kind of blows me away too because I just blog to blog… to write… to get things off my chest. I never thought I’d have readers, or commenters or be nominated for things like this!  Thank you all!

Hateful People.


 Those of you who follow my blog know I don’t give a rats ass what people think of me.  I don’t.  I know that I am responsible at the end of the day for my actions and my choices.  I know right from wrong and I know how the things I did affected a lot of people, (I’ve said all of this before), however what gets me is how there are these people out there that can take their day to judge others and point fingers and just be ugly and hateful.  I hate the fact that all my readers will be going to her blog to read this, giving her ‘blog hits’.  Blog hits for being hateful and mean.   She claims I only post the positive comments, which you all know isn’t true.  I’ve had people say things that weren’t positive and praising or sympathetic and I’ve posted their comments and commented back.

She is ALMOST right! There are comments I don’t post.  I don’t post hers because they TRULY,  are just THAT ugly and hateful.

The thing is, if you don’t like what I do, what I blog about or HOW I blog, then don’t fucking read it.

Piss off.

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