"Mandela" as in Nelson

So I am cruising through my kitchen two days ago, make note my kitchen is about 8 x 10 feet that is...when I spotted a black hairy spider also cruising my kitchen and not as in Tom... I don't care for the hairy black spiders, especially the ones that jump and maybe bite also...not as in Twilight, rather as in itch like a witch with a b. So plan A is the glass on top of the spider.  For two days I left that glass on top of that spider.  Have you any idea how many times I had to walk past that poor imprisoned spider every day.  But I would rationalize it by knowing I'd rather it be imprisoned than in my bed.  Yet guilt plagued me.  Seriously....ever since I read the story about the man that buried the owl that had been run over by a vehicle..the man stopped and buried the owl. Years later that same man was saved from a deadly motor vehicle accident in that very spot he buried the owl.  I know S H U T U P!  Well I cant help it...I am a green spiritual person.  Ever heard of that one?  It's a person that believes in doing things to save the planet as well as believing we are all one connected.  Including the black hairy spider I named Mandela.. Obviously because I imprisoned him/her for what must have seemed an eternity to such a little one.  He would circle the glass over and over trying to find a way out.  Finally something gave me the courage to take a piece of paper and slip it under the glass and Mandela. Whalla oh' my God it worked...  (When I was a kid I couldn't every  hold a jar with bugs in it and here I am carrying it away) I took it outside my apt. to the front entrance through TWO doors, (should have seen me open doors with my elbows) and outside to FREEDOM!  I let Mandela go and he scurried like it was life or death. Duh it was! He/She didn't just scurry, it was run like hell and what just happened to me. No he didn't turn around and thank me in any way...just ran like the fire of hell was behind him/her.  I could only wonder how he sustained life with so little oxygen for two days under glass.  And with a monster cat circling his glass enclosure as well. Jeez Louise! You might think me crazy, but I am not.  We are all connected and there was no reason for Mandela to die.  He didn't hurt me, he just happened to walk across my kitchen floor. Dummie.And for once I listened to POSITIVE GUILT!  By the way, that isn't Mandela under the glass in the photo. I had already freed Mandela and then realized I needed to take a picture for my blog, so I used a Pistachio nut. Sorry but you get it.  Right?

My HTC Pro 2 is Possessed

I know I always blame it on something being possessed.  I mean it. It's true.  Yesterday my new HTC Touch Pro 2 arrived in the mail from Data Tech Services. It is a replacement for the one I had that is also possessed. It calls people, it scans itself jumping all over the place, people cant hear me when I call them and so on.  So here came my new phone! I was happiness and drove to U.S. Cellular to have it activated. Then drove to my first clients home, then to my second clients home. I put my new phone in the side pocket of my case and went inside.  Two hours later walking to my car a neighbor asked if this was my phone?  I just stood there blank. Then I said, "Son of a dirty rotten bag!"  I couldn't believe it. I then saw the tracks next to my car and recall seeing the MAILMAN go around my car.  Mailmen get real upset if you park too close to their business boxes.  But I hadn't.  I then drove to the U.S. Cellular business and had the old possessed phone re-activated. Also found out I will have to pay $50.00 deductible to get another new phone.... Maybe the mailman was possessed. I am sure my next phone won't be possessed.  This will be number 4 replacement. Don't buy an HTC Pro 2!!  Nothing funny in this blog post. I'll work on that for the next one.

The Old and the New...by Diane Ogden

So this is Taos, New Mexico!  And this is son #4 who can't say he was ever a middle child. Well sort of he was.... Two families, three brothers, him being the "baby," until the finale came along, being a girl...the ONLY girl which put him in some sort of unknown category called, "dumped by the only girl after four boys." Sad, yes....A Mom's hindsight...Oh yes! But look what came out of all that neglect and middle child syndrome and lack of a father figure syndrome and so on...  This twenty seven year old man has got it all....
He buys all his clothes at Goodwill because he wants to. Check out his tan patent leather shoes for God sakes. I am hooting by myself in my computer room.  He meditates, scrutinates (is that a word) everything he eats, thinks, and drinks. He loves the world and everything in it, he excepts no negativity into his earthy space, and he is genuine.  I find this picture of him amazing in that it represents his "old ways."  He reminds me of a James Dean of his time.  He has done commercials, TV extras, TV Reality Show in Beijing China, he travels the country and world giving back to it, the world that is. That all being said leaving out much...the old truck he is leaning on represents his love for the mundane, the un-corporate America, the real. Some people say he should "work" harder at a "real" job. But I say he does and he is. Honoring his path might be an honorable thing to do. I do. One of these days "Alice," this young man will out-do the "B-Pitt man."  I speak the truth....

The Happy Smiley Face by Diane Ogden

Truly I totally need to go shopping.  I have several work outfits that I love, but one day my old washer malfunctioned whereas the bleach dispenser dispensed during the next load.  That load being "not white."  So all my cutsie little work outfits now have holes where there used to be fabric. Colored fabric no less.  I stop at my bank with flesh showing thru the fabic of my cutsie little not so cutsie work outfits.  I don't work in an office, but still....come on?  I did go shopping and it was pure and simple robbery.  I am going to get the RosettaStone learn to speak Chinese...just in case they take over....and I need to shop directly from them.  Right now I pay Sam Walton's kids who ruined Wal Mart anyway, so why would I want to reward them?  I don't.  Soooo, the last time I was at the grocery store, I picked up a packet of iron on patches.  Beige, blue, melon, white, and I forget the other color.  No more flesh peeking thru at the bank tellers. But the patch was so darn obvious I decided to use my grand sense of humor, went for the markers and whalla....The Happy Smiley Face. I am now back in good graces with the kid tellers where I bank. They think I should be on the radio with my one liners anyway... Maybe I'll wear my Smiley shirt if I get to go there.  Maybe not.

What is Happiness? Babbette is!

Happiness is Babbette and Chris!(My son and his special friend) Except the part of too much raw food and psyllium husks! We won't go there. Babbette is fairy bells and hugs and giggles and guitars.... meditating and miracles, facepainting and feathers, love of animals and humans, and most of all quiet when necessary. Her and Chris listen... never a judgmental word toward anyone. I didn't know I was surrounded by unhappiness until they came and stayed at my home for several days....  Their happiness has been earned by following simple "happiness rules." Not that they read the Secret, or the Bible, or Charles Dwyer (is that the right name?)Those books are wonderful and help many... But those two human people read the Universe and all that surrounds them. They listen to the animals and are one with the planet. They harbor no anger or other such negatives.  They aren't perfect, but darn close.  So when they left yesterday their happiness seemed to stay for the rest of the day.  Then this morning it was gone and I felt a deep emptiness without "them." Or was it without their happiness.  I couldn't stop singing "I Got a Brand New Pair of Roller Skates," you got a brand new key... Babbette plays her guitar and sings that with such sweetness although I do wish it would leave my head now.  It's starting to border on OCD or some disorder like roller skating tics.  I don't know the rest of the song so one can imagine the annoyance of one line over and over even in the middle of the night.  Suppose its a message telling me to "get happiness."  Ok, sure...I'll go hug a tree and eat some raw food and talk to my dog some more.  Not!  Suspect it goes a tad deeper than that. It's just so quiet here without the fairy bells around her neck and Chris's gentleness. Her giggle is only a memory.  Yet I am ever thankful I got to meet and know her thru Chris.  She will forever be a happy thought. Maybe there really are fairies...  I know there are Angels so why not fairies? You just jingle the fairy bells and they make a way for you just like the Angels..  I wonder if there are Angel bells?  My mentor says the Angels respond to praying in spirit language.  Fairy bells or Spirit language. I'll do both...it's always nice to connect the tangible to the spirit....with "tiny bells?"

I Found a Snow Fairy!

I was searching the web for fairy bells...no not fairy balls! O' dear...look what I found.
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Millet Mouth!

You know how all the movie stars get to do the "Got Milk" ads?   Well I have my own "Got Millet." Yes my son is a raw food person. He eats nothing that has more than two ingrediants.  I have not been feeling up to snuff...up to snuff, isn't that an interesting phrase?  Must mean I don't feel well enough to pack a wad of snuff under my lip. Ya think? Who is well enough to pull that one off?  Back to Got Millet.  Chris brings me a bowl of Millet, ala cart, with a spoon.  I said, "Where's the soy milk or hemp milk and fake sugar.  Millet is like puffed rice cereal.  So there I sat eating dry millet with a spoon.  Turns out it wasn't that bad..in fact it was pretty good.... they were sort of like tiny packing peanuts that fell on my shirt and stuck to me wherever they landed. Millet Mama is my new nick name...