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Blasting the SpiritZappers, Day 20 – You will be quickly and safely removed.

Today I tandem-tackled the kid’s rooms :).

After perusing the online stores for the perfect long, but not too high, and not too wide bookshelf, I realized that none of them were in my $5 budget. Then it hit me, I jumped into my car, raced to Home Depot. I bought a few concrete blocks and 10ft board, and Voilà!, the perfect shelf was born. And guess what? It has magic powers….it made B WANT to clean his room!!

On to the older child. There is a challenge that will take me at least 2 days.

She is tucked away safely at camp :), in the woods, singing “Kumbayah”. She will be SO HAPPY when she comes home to a clean, fabulously scented (all natural, of course. Who am I??) room. And she will never know what fueled the bonfire that is going to make my marshmallows tomorrow night. And no, I do not want to hear any opinions on privacy. That died when I walked in there the other day and just about wilted. That room is mine.

What I am reading: Still “Dragonfly in Amber”. I don’t know, not grabbing me as much as the first one. Also “Teaching our kids responsibility”.. 🙂
What I am grateful for: Going to the river with my family.
What I am manifesting: SALES, still.

Blasting the SpiritZappers, Day 9

I am on DAY 9!!!!

If you are wondering, yesterday was a challenge! Not only was I itching to turn on the computer, I had to field off complaints all day about “If we could only use the computer, we could look that up!”. I must admit, keeping all computers off showed us how much time we spend on there. Instead, we cooked, did puzzles, read our new books, and just enjoyed each other :). Another bonus: I talked to friends on the phone that I would have played email tag with.

My SpiritZapper challenge today?

My refrigerator. It is full of ????. Something stinks, and it is not the dog’s tripe, as the children want to make me believe (If you have never smelled Green Tripe, you are in for treat. It smells like cow poop. My dog loves it. Because of him, my kitchen and fridge smell like cow poop periodically…).

I am putting on my iPod, getting a glass of wine, and tackling the fridge….

What I am reading: Dragonfly in Amber
What I am grateful for: my kids
What I am manifesting: Sales

A day at our house…..

Mama is the Green Machine, she makes our house smell yummy.
She always has something in her cabinet,
for sniffles or your yucky tummy.

B’s Lego people are ready to roll, all in a row, and funny.

And in our magic garden nothing grows,
except Rexi-Hexi’s,
and no,
that’s not a bunny.

What I am grateful for: Days of laughter

What I am manifesting: Health (seems to be the theme this week…)

Almost Wordless Monday

I am preparing to escape with the Big Blue Van. I am not sure what the hell I was thinking doing this before a big weekend long Celtic Midsummer Faerie Festival that I am supposed to be prepared for, but I am ready to hit the road.

So, to keep you laughing until I return to the land of computers and cell phones, enjoy :).

Sneak preview of my new little Goddess Trees. Came to me because I keep getting requests for “stands” for the Goddesses. I love them, they are the best place to put a Goddess when she is not on your neck :).

Scoping the neighbors……

My dog and I…who is training who today??

My kids will really do anything. I thought Heike Jr. #2 was going to loose it, and I was ready to catch that Kodak moment…..

Twice in 5 minutes!

Today I HAD to go grocery shopping. I don’t enjoy that at all. I always buy too much, and since we only eat non-chemical, mostly organic food, our grocery bill is downright depressing. Makes me always go home and have a beer!

After a grueling 45 minutes of: “No, we don’t eat that.” “No, that is too much.” “No, last time I threw it away, we still have some, we don’t need it, etc..” I am checking out. While I keep telling the check out girl to use my reusable bags to the max (which I never seem to bring enough of!) before she switches to paper, my daughter takes over some packing.

A man behind me says:”You have such well mannered children.”

I ignore him because I know he can’t mean me.

Again, he says: “You have such well mannered children.”

Oh, he does mean me. I turn around and start laughing. “Why, thank you!”

I walk out and my kids are smirking at me. We start packing up the truck, my son jumps in back to situate the bags. A woman says:”Wow, what great helpers you have!”

My daughter looks at me and starts laughing. “Twice in 5 minutes!!”

Who took my kids??? I will enjoy it while it lasts, before they bring my little devils back :).

Friday/Saturday Meme

A little task from DJ Kirby who obviously doesn’t think I have enough “stuff” in my life! Now she wants me to:

1. Link back to the person who tagged you. DJ KIRBY I thank you for subjecting me to this… I get the feeling this is going to be a challenge!

2. Imagine you could send a letter back in time to yourself, when you were 13 years old, what would you write to yourself?

3. Tag 5 people to inflict this on

Dear Heike,

Yipee! You are 13!! Finally, you hit your teens. Isn’t this the day you have been waiting for? If you could only be like all the other thirteen year olds…but you can’t. It is ok, soon, you will not have to change so much to fit in. Actually, you will be honored because you are so different.

The rest of your teens are filled with adventure, a few authentic friends, and many people who just want to take advantage of you. Heed them! And do not let them into your house. You will know who your true friends are, and they will be with you for a long time. Be nice to your mama, she is doing the best she can. If I could keep you off that motorcycle, I would. Too many close calls :), but you are a bit of a wild child with a very sensible brain.

Your 20’s start out with a bang, and an accident that will change your life. You will think it is the end of the world, but it is not. You will survive the pain, the uncertainty, and all the follow up operations. And you will carry all the scars with pride, because you have conquered. When you are MUCH older, you will discover Frida Kahlo, the courageous and ingenious artist who had a brace just like you. I promise, you will overcome. A man you can’t stand to be around becomes your soulmate, and you will marry him. When you are 28, you will have a baby they say you will never have. She is a miracle.

Your 30’s are pretty awesome. You are a mama now, and you have learned from many of your past mistakes. Everything you endured growing up, will now make you strong and opinionated. You will become a Goddess, and finally find your clan. You will also find your path, and all your past and present dreams will make more sense. They are your calling. You will have another baby, and they are both fabulous. You are an artist, and your hands make you happy.

As you get older, your life just keeps getting better. Just like a good wine ;).


I am now tagging the following 5 people ( I just realized that there are not alot of blogs I follow, but these are all excellent :)…..have fun meeting them!) :
A bag of Olives, Wooly Works, Lisette, Kill your Lunch Hour, A Mom in Red High Heels

It’s ironic…

Today I see this headline in my inbox:

“Spend More Time with Your Kids – 150 Home Businesses to Choose From”

Having had 3 home businesses in direct sales, and now making and selling goddess pendants on demand, I can promise you that you will spend LESS time with your kids when you have a home business. Plus, they will memorize every stupid kids’ show. You know, the ones you only let them watch to “shush” them while you are on the phone???

You can try to lay down the law and create business hours, but I guarantee you that one child will have a “HUGE poop” right in the middle of your conference call, and the only one qualified to wipe that cute little butt is YOU. You will also find that when you are trying to qualify someone to see if they fit in your team, you will get so friendly that hours go by, and before you know it, three TV dorks have infiltrated your family. If you are on the West Coast, I betcha all the training calls are right around dinner time. My family got very used to listening to training with me on the speaker phone, but it took me ages to train them all to be quiet when I had to “unmute” my phone to chime into a conversation. You will start answering emails while your kids sleep (when do we work at home moms sleep? NEVER!!), and once you get busy and successful, you will carry the laptop around with you while you sort underwear. Or you will train your oldest child how to send pre-written email responses back :).

Doing shows is also quit tiring, unless you are so lucky to love your mom enough to let her live with you. Otherwise, your $300 to $500 show can quickly turn very measly because you have to pay a sitter every night. And we all know the “I will get you all home by 8pm, I promise!” is a big joke. I don’t care how bitchy I was, I was always tied up in conversations or finishing ONE LAST ORDER, so I was always home late when my kids were already in bed. Your husband will hate you, unless you have your mom to watch the kids instead of him, of course.

Don’t get me wrong, I LOVE direct sales and working from home, and was damn good at it. (cuz’ I love to talk :)…) I support WAHM’s vigorously.

But I gave it up about a year ago to spend more time with my kids…..



Just today, I read about “ghosties” on one of my favorite blogs, Adventures of a Wild Hippie Child.

It made me smile, only because the ghosts, or spirits, of the ones that love me are in my life all the time. They are not a swaying figure that comes and holds conversations with me, but they come, and they make themselves noticed. They come when I need them.

It has not been a whole week since we lost our dog. My son, who is 5, says he is here in the house still. He says he can smell him :). I don’t smell him, but I can feel him, and have caught “glimpses” of him on several occasions. At first, I thought it must be his energy, but now I think he decided to come and stay. I swear that dog lived so long because he felt he had to protect us, and he is back to do just that. Our puppy has been grieving, but perks up at things I don’t see. We welcome him back.

My kids have been raised not to fear friendly spirits, to them it is all part of the “magic” :).

For me, stress turns into headaches. A few weeks ago, I had a terrible day, things just got chaotic. To the point that my daughter, 9, ordered me to go lay down on my bed and sleep. She could handle everything. I did just that. I fell asleep immediately, out of pure exhaustion and headaches. My father showed up in my dream and surprised me. He held out his hand to me. When I grabbed his hand, my hand became warm and tingly. So I gave him my other hand too. In my dream. Then I hear my daughters’ voice calling me. She is waking me up, because she came to check on me and I felt “hot” to her touch. There she was stroking my head :). I felt better, and knew that my father was there to let me know that I was going to be alright.

I wish I could make appointments……

Homegrown fun

A few years ago, I was interviewed by a “hip” local paper on my business. After the interview, I told the reporter I hated living in this “cow town”. She almost bit my head off, telling me how much she detested people like me who live in the ‘burbs and think the city is boring. Well…needless to say, that was not my best press article :).

Anyways, she was right. After living here for over 10 years, I have JUST discovered a jewel in this cow town. The river. The river that is feared, as we lie right between two big rivers, just waiting to overflow and destine us to bond with New Orleans (or so they say.) In my quest to find cheap things to do with my kids this Summer, I have purchased a regional parks pass, and we are exploring nature around us.

I must say, I have been missing something. Hanging out by the river, shaded by huge, old oak trees, with enough food and water, is BLISS!

Here are some pictures from our river outing this week. This is the first time our puppy has felt the water carry is body, and he did what every puppy and kid does in this situation: Panic and swim to mama!