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The good and the bad, the bitchy, the happy, and the sad.

I just read another post about “friends”.

We women really seem to never grow out of the “girlfriend” stage, do we? After being so often disappointed by women who I thought were my friends, I had a stage where I had NO friends at all, because I was tired of the chick stuff.

That passed, and I had some pseudo close friends for a couple of years. I would defend them when my husband called them “fake”, because they were my friends……

He was right :)..I just did not want to register that they never came to my birthdays, never surprised me with a special anything, that they were basically never around when I needed them. Then one day it clicked, and I just let them go.

AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!

That was like a good burp, and cleared my Spirit. All of a sudden, great new women entered my life. Women who were the total opposite, but so much more like me because they were so opposite! I kept hearing myself say:”Where have you been all my life??”. They are not always happy, cheerful, beautiful, patient, craft, accomplished, successful, or sober :). But they are fabulous. They love me for me, they respect me for who I am, and if I need them (if only to drink a glass a wine or to talk on the phone after 10:30pm when my house is quiet.), they are there.

And there are my cyber sisters ;). I love you. You guys are here at 3 am with advice, back-up, and laughter.

That is what I call a friend, oui?

The good and the bad, the bitchy, the happy, and the sad.

I just read another post about “friends”.

We women really seem to never grow out of the “girlfriend” stage, do we? After being so often disappointed by women who I thought were my friends, I had a stage where I had NO friends at all, because I was tired of the chick stuff.

That passed, and I had some pseudo close friends for a couple of years. I would defend them when my husband called them “fake”, because they were my friends……

He was right :)..I just did not want to register that they never came to my birthdays, never surprised me with a special anything, that they were basically never around when I needed them. Then one day it clicked, and I just let them go.

AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!

That was like a good burp, and cleared my Spirit. All of a sudden, great new women entered my life. Women who were the total opposite, but so much more like me because they were so opposite! I kept hearing myself say:”Where have you been all my life??”. They are not always happy, cheerful, beautiful, patient, craft, accomplished, successful, or sober :). But they are fabulous. They love me for me, they respect me for who I am, and if I need them (if only to drink a glass a wine or to talk on the phone after 10:30pm when my house is quiet.), they are there.

And there are my cyber sisters ;). I love you. You guys are here at 3 am with advice, back-up, and laughter.

That is what I call a friend, oui?

Sunday Funday

I love Sundays.

Mr. Heike and Jr. #2 have gone fishing. It is their time to hang out together and do “man stuff” :)..or just play in the water. They always come home dirty, stinky, wet, and happy. No fish, but that’s ok….

Heike Jr. and I have time to breathe in peace, go to the market, scour the thrift stores for treasures in peace, have cake and coffee somewhere where both are waaay to expensive (but hey, we don’t splurge much), go buy new beads, and do other girly things together.

Tonight at dinner we will each have a “big fish” story to tell.

What I am grateful for: That we love second hand and recycled, and don’t feel any Holiday pressure, only giddiness.

What I am manifesting: I am going to get organized, so I am manifesting “consistancy”.

Sunday Funday

I love Sundays.

Mr. Heike and Jr. #2 have gone fishing. It is their time to hang out together and do “man stuff” :)..or just play in the water. They always come home dirty, stinky, wet, and happy. No fish, but that’s ok….

Heike Jr. and I have time to breathe in peace, go to the market, scour the thrift stores for treasures in peace, have cake and coffee somewhere where both are waaay to expensive (but hey, we don’t splurge much), go buy new beads, and do other girly things together.

Tonight at dinner we will each have a “big fish” story to tell.

What I am grateful for: That we love second hand and recycled, and don’t feel any Holiday pressure, only giddiness.

What I am manifesting: I am going to get organized, so I am manifesting “consistancy”.

Who is going to save BITCHY me??

My Goddess, I must be attracting bitchie germs today! It has, over the course of the day, really been “one of those days”. One of those days where I wish I had no manners and no kids, because I would kick some ass. There, I said it.

This morning, I woke up to the following message ( I sent out an email last night announcing my Black Friday Special, this particular one is from an Indie artist network I am on):

“Dear goddess in the groove,
I do not believe in gddessess . I believe in the one true living God, who send his only son Jesus Christ to die on the cross for us for our sins who was raised from the dead and is alive in heaven to return one day. Read in the Holy Bible In John 3:16 For God so loved the world that He send his one and only Son ,that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life. Jesus layed his live down for you ,he died for your sins. All you have to do is ask for forgiveness that your sins are forgiven and believe that he came to die for you , was raised to life after he was dead three days and lives in heaven now and He will return one day. Thats all………it does not cost anything ,because Jesus paid the price for you.
Be filled with His Spirit and Live your live in the power of the Holy Spirit. Goddessess can’t save you ,only Jesus can.
Best Regards,
(Name withheld to protect the ????)”

Seriously?? What the hell?
Anywhoooooooooo. My response:

“Dear Name withheld to protect the ??? (fill in the blank),

I am sorry you don’t “believe” in Goddesses. My Goddesses are my art. They represent women in all their forms: as women, mothers, strength, wisdom, versatility, overcoming obstacles, etc. They do not represent “sin” or being a martyrer. They are here to be an ally to the women who need them for the above reasons. They are here so the women who want them can wear them, or hang them up somewhere to remind them of the wonderful Being that they are.

I am not on a religious crusade, nor do I ever strive to “convert” anyone. You obviously are, and I am offended that you would blatantly send me this religious post, since you have no idea what religious beliefs I have. I still like to believe that as artists we can see the world from a different angle, and be non-judgmental.

I enjoy your jewelry, but not your judgement in response to a sale announcement I sent to my “friends” list. Feel free to remove me as your friend.

Blessings to you, “

My Goddesses of Patience saved her from a post that said “KISS MY GODDESS ASS”. I was miffed, now I feel a bit sorry for her, I wonder what someone must be going through to send complete strangers posts like this? I bet the Goddess will save ME :). Geez…

The day went downhill from there. To top it off, I had to go to Walgreens at 8pm on a Friday night to get some headache pills. Talk about ghetto. I did not realize Walgreens is the place to go on a Friday night to “hang” now. So I park my 4Runner far away from anyone, in a well lit spot. When I come out, there is a huge truck parked about 4 inches from my door. Lucky I am skinnyish…but not skinny enough. My door touched theirs. Touched, not banged. Because I put it there, since I could not get into my friggin’ truck. So this giant woman with a cut offs and a flannel shirt, balancing a cigarette in her mouth, comes from behind and almost bangs my door shut. I can feel a knot in my stomach forming but decide to be the classier one and just leave. Fat ass. So I look, slowly pull out, and her and her ghetto offspring start to yell. You see, as I am pulling out, the other ghetto offspring lets her little boy run right behind my car. He is hardly taller than my wheel. Dumb ass. I roll down my window and say “Maybe you should hold his hand when a car is pulling out?” No worries, I did not hit him, I would be devastated if I did! Ghetto offspring #1 starts giving me lip. She looks about 14. I could snap her in half. I have to make a split decision. Pull the brakes, get out of my car, or let it be? Big mama was scary, she could have snapped me in half :)..plus, I am the peaceful kind. I decide to wave her off, smile, and say “Get over yourself.” and slowly leave. I am sure Fat Ass wanted to follow me, but she and her brood couldn’t get in the car fast enough.

A highlight: Gas for $1.89!!!!!!!

Thank the Goddess for wine and a blog to end this day :).

What I am grateful for: My new soul sister that I just met, and the ones that keep me afloat….:).

What I am manifesting: Patience

Who is going to save BITCHY me??

My Goddess, I must be attracting bitchie germs today! It has, over the course of the day, really been “one of those days”. One of those days where I wish I had no manners and no kids, because I would kick some ass. There, I said it.

This morning, I woke up to the following message ( I sent out an email last night announcing my Black Friday Special, this particular one is from an Indie artist network I am on):

“Dear goddess in the groove,
I do not believe in gddessess . I believe in the one true living God, who send his only son Jesus Christ to die on the cross for us for our sins who was raised from the dead and is alive in heaven to return one day. Read in the Holy Bible In John 3:16 For God so loved the world that He send his one and only Son ,that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life. Jesus layed his live down for you ,he died for your sins. All you have to do is ask for forgiveness that your sins are forgiven and believe that he came to die for you , was raised to life after he was dead three days and lives in heaven now and He will return one day. Thats all………it does not cost anything ,because Jesus paid the price for you.
Be filled with His Spirit and Live your live in the power of the Holy Spirit. Goddessess can’t save you ,only Jesus can.
Best Regards,
(Name withheld to protect the ????)”

Seriously?? What the hell?
Anywhoooooooooo. My response:

“Dear Name withheld to protect the ??? (fill in the blank),

I am sorry you don’t “believe” in Goddesses. My Goddesses are my art. They represent women in all their forms: as women, mothers, strength, wisdom, versatility, overcoming obstacles, etc. They do not represent “sin” or being a martyrer. They are here to be an ally to the women who need them for the above reasons. They are here so the women who want them can wear them, or hang them up somewhere to remind them of the wonderful Being that they are.

I am not on a religious crusade, nor do I ever strive to “convert” anyone. You obviously are, and I am offended that you would blatantly send me this religious post, since you have no idea what religious beliefs I have. I still like to believe that as artists we can see the world from a different angle, and be non-judgmental.

I enjoy your jewelry, but not your judgement in response to a sale announcement I sent to my “friends” list. Feel free to remove me as your friend.

Blessings to you, “

My Goddesses of Patience saved her from a post that said “KISS MY GODDESS ASS”. I was miffed, now I feel a bit sorry for her, I wonder what someone must be going through to send complete strangers posts like this? I bet the Goddess will save ME :). Geez…

The day went downhill from there. To top it off, I had to go to Walgreens at 8pm on a Friday night to get some headache pills. Talk about ghetto. I did not realize Walgreens is the place to go on a Friday night to “hang” now. So I park my 4Runner far away from anyone, in a well lit spot. When I come out, there is a huge truck parked about 4 inches from my door. Lucky I am skinnyish…but not skinny enough. My door touched theirs. Touched, not banged. Because I put it there, since I could not get into my friggin’ truck. So this giant woman with a cut offs and a flannel shirt, balancing a cigarette in her mouth, comes from behind and almost bangs my door shut. I can feel a knot in my stomach forming but decide to be the classier one and just leave. Fat ass. So I look, slowly pull out, and her and her ghetto offspring start to yell. You see, as I am pulling out, the other ghetto offspring lets her little boy run right behind my car. He is hardly taller than my wheel. Dumb ass. I roll down my window and say “Maybe you should hold his hand when a car is pulling out?” No worries, I did not hit him, I would be devastated if I did! Ghetto offspring #1 starts giving me lip. She looks about 14. I could snap her in half. I have to make a split decision. Pull the brakes, get out of my car, or let it be? Big mama was scary, she could have snapped me in half :)..plus, I am the peaceful kind. I decide to wave her off, smile, and say “Get over yourself.” and slowly leave. I am sure Fat Ass wanted to follow me, but she and her brood couldn’t get in the car fast enough.

A highlight: Gas for $1.89!!!!!!!

Thank the Goddess for wine and a blog to end this day :).

What I am grateful for: My new soul sister that I just met, and the ones that keep me afloat….:).

What I am manifesting: Patience

What I decide now will shape a future human

As a mom, I am constantly faced with decisions that will form my child for life. I remember having to choose the right preschool for my oldest, so that she can get into the right Kindergarten, otherwise she would be scarred for life and NEVER get into the right college. Lots of “rights”, better not get that wrong!

I was terrified, double guessing every move. We made it through PreS, and then entered a Montessori school. My kid seemed bright enough, she certainly inherited a well working mouth piece and knew how to use it. She also started talking late, never sounded out letters or memorized the alphabet, but was reading at 12th grade level in 3rd grade.

We started homeschooling in 5th grade, for many reasons. I have weighed the pros and cons of this decision over the years, and do every day :).The pro days are when my two kids take something they hear in a History lesson about the ancient city of Mohenjo Daro, Google it, and spend 3 hours exploring this mysterious place….and the same time learning not only time lines, but how they were ruled, how they lived, that they had a full fledged water and sewage system, etc.
Con days are when they drive me crazy because they want to go “play”, but there is no one to play with until after 3, etc, etc. (Please don’t press my “socializing button”, it is NOT the main defunct of homeschoolers, really.)

Anyways, we went to a school info night today. IF, and I say IF, Heike Jr. is to go to Middle School next year for 7th grade, it will be to this International Baccalaureate (IB). But my problem is that the classes they show for 7th and 8th grade are what we are doing this year, my 11 and 6 year old. Except the IB does it as a group and teaches global relationships :), to all gifted students (determined by STAR testing). And there is the whole “socialization”, which honestly, I think is like getting cooties from someone you don’t know :). (My strange analogy…will explain another time.)

Hm.

I have agreed to ponder and attend a visitation day while we discuss this matter. Again, I am being faced with a decision that will shape the future of child #1. Child #2 benefits from the experience :)…

What I am thankful for: Choices

What I am manifesting: Clarity

What I decide now will shape a future human

As a mom, I am constantly faced with decisions that will form my child for life. I remember having to choose the right preschool for my oldest, so that she can get into the right Kindergarten, otherwise she would be scarred for life and NEVER get into the right college. Lots of “rights”, better not get that wrong!

I was terrified, double guessing every move. We made it through PreS, and then entered a Montessori school. My kid seemed bright enough, she certainly inherited a well working mouth piece and knew how to use it. She also started talking late, never sounded out letters or memorized the alphabet, but was reading at 12th grade level in 3rd grade.

We started homeschooling in 5th grade, for many reasons. I have weighed the pros and cons of this decision over the years, and do every day :).The pro days are when my two kids take something they hear in a History lesson about the ancient city of Mohenjo Daro, Google it, and spend 3 hours exploring this mysterious place….and the same time learning not only time lines, but how they were ruled, how they lived, that they had a full fledged water and sewage system, etc.
Con days are when they drive me crazy because they want to go “play”, but there is no one to play with until after 3, etc, etc. (Please don’t press my “socializing button”, it is NOT the main defunct of homeschoolers, really.)

Anyways, we went to a school info night today. IF, and I say IF, Heike Jr. is to go to Middle School next year for 7th grade, it will be to this International Baccalaureate (IB). But my problem is that the classes they show for 7th and 8th grade are what we are doing this year, my 11 and 6 year old. Except the IB does it as a group and teaches global relationships :), to all gifted students (determined by STAR testing). And there is the whole “socialization”, which honestly, I think is like getting cooties from someone you don’t know :). (My strange analogy…will explain another time.)

Hm.

I have agreed to ponder and attend a visitation day while we discuss this matter. Again, I am being faced with a decision that will shape the future of child #1. Child #2 benefits from the experience :)…

What I am thankful for:
Choices


What I am manifesting:
Clarity