It’s the little things that make the biggest impact…

Regardless of the bad choices we have all made from time to time in our lives, the acknowledgement of those and the determination to change is always commendable.

Good luck with all the choices and changes you make in your lives gentlemen!

Virginia Jail’s Father/ Daughter Dance


Do you know your mission?

I have to admit two things, first, I cried watching this video. Not because I haven’t ever surfed nor because my life isn’t anywhere near that interesting, but because well…as a parent to see someone embrace your child (or anyone else’s) in an act of selflessness is a beautiful thing.  To know that there are people left in the world who do amazing work and don’t expect a penny. With all the negative being thrown at us on a daily basis it becomes overwhelming, a person can easily become jaded. Then you forget that there are people who care to bring life and positivity into your world, daily,  in any number of forms. And with a little digging they are not to hard too hard to find.

Second, I have no idea what my life “mission” is aside from being a mother. I believe everyone has a mission other than parenthood (which in itself is the most difficult mission anyone can have), I just haven’t pinpointed it yet.

I have been blessed with having an intelligent, creative, talented child. I do not take that for granted. Besides the typical behavioral problems a lot of children have (or seem to) and a severe allergic reaction to fire ant stings, she is really quite normal. I am also, in no way, under the impression that she received any of those qualities from me. Saying that I do have some experience with children with disabilities, obstacles, just not on a day-to-day first hand kind of basis. If that makes any sense. Basically within my extended family. So I know how important people like the ones in the following article are.

Kudos to ‘Surfers Healing!’

It’s all about Character

I was beginning to wonder if I was alone in thinking that SOME vegans are snobs. I enjoy reading through recipes and vegan blogs etc…but some of the comments people leave are hateful and harsh. My husband is definitely not a vegetarian/ vegan. I don’t force my daughter to follow my vegan choice. Because that’s just what it is…a choice. She will eat what my husband cooks and stuff I make too. Everyone has to make their own choices. Being a vegan that thinks their way is the “one and only” way and everyone else will just rot is like a faithful Christian looking down on someone because they chose a different faith. Spread the love and respect…if you even have the chance to share info on veganism no one will listen if you have a better than thou attitude. And it is not necessary to show them horrible, sad stories or pictures of animals being abused. Most of us already know what goes on. Do I like the treatment animals receive? No, not at all. Do I spend my day pouring over information and pics or video to give the “shock” factor and hope to convert someone? No, definitely not.
If I did that (even thinking of all the scary, evil things in the world people do to anyone, not just animals) my life would be miserable. I definitely want things to change in the world, but I do know what goes on, dwelling on it is so depressing and doesn’t help anything.
I’m not saying that joining informative, peaceful groups to promote a change isn’t a good thing. That’s a great thing to do actually! But spouting hate does not make you better than anyone. Everyone deserves respect as long as they give it. In my opinion A life is a Life. Do no Harm. I follow my belief and try to instill that idea in how my daughter handles stuff. I’m not forcing her. She may grow up and disagree. Of course I would be disappointed a bit, but I would never lash out at her. Everyone has a choice! So put on your grown up panties because not everyone agrees with you!

one reason to make and eat your own Homemade Food!

I’m trying to enforce the fact, to my daughter, that processed foods are very unhealthy for you. I don’t try to get my point across by “scaring” her into making better choices. I don’t fill in the details of the food process. She knows that the animal has to die to get the meat, but I am in no way going to horrify her with the details! I guess it boils down to Leading By Example.
I make everything homemade (even dog shampoo) from fresh ingredients, organic if possible. If I can’t get them organic I always use an all natural fruit/ veggie cleaner (usually made myself).
Going vegan after being a vegetarian for 12 years was a great decision (I think, my husband as usual thinks I’m crazy). My skin has cleared up immensely and I’ve lost about 20 pounds.

anyway here is the link


Not that my link has anything to do with that.

What could this father have done to make his daughter rob him blind? It’s not clear that he did anything that led to her disrespect of him. Really? Who does this???–abc-news

I deactivated my facebook account. I never knew how addictive and time wasting it was till I stopped.-topstories.html

Patchwork day

I was feeling rather overwhelmed and down this morning. Feeling like I couldn’t keep up with what needed to be done, from mental musings to tidying up the house. Then I checked my voicemail from the day before that I had forgotten to read. Much to my surprise it was good news!
Around December a stray cat found its way to our door step (this happens a lot with dogs and cats…they must know I love animals, lol). He had a runny eye and a messed up little nose, practically only having one working nostril. He got a few minutes of love from me and some food from my husband before I had to head to bed.
The next morning he was back at our porch. My daughter saw him and was playing with him and giving him lots of love. While she was back in the house getting ready and my gathering her things for the day, the cat sat on the ledge under the window and persistently meowed…he was very vocal. I, of course, would have let him in if it were up to me. But we already have 2 cats and a dog and my husband isn’t a big fan of cats especially (much to my dismay I didn’t find out till after we moved in together, I already had two cats of my own and he would pet them and give them attention, so there really wasn’t any sign of it. It’s funny how people can change once they’ve lured you in).
Everyone was ready to go so we get in the car, start to buckle up and such. The kitty kept following us, he is simply too sweet. I got out the car a few times to put him in the yard, but he kept beating me back to the car. We really had to get a move on it so we wouldn’t be late. I started the car, knowing that kitty was somewhere near. I couldn’t see him because our vehicle sits up high. I took my foot off of the break and let the car mumble forward as slow as it could go. And yes, I hit the cat. Well partially ran over him is more accurate. Once I heard his scream I hauled it into reverse, jumped out of the car and ran over to him (as he had “run” across the street to safety). He was terrified, but I wrapped him in a sweatshirt that was in the car and handed him to my daughter. Going as fast as I could to the nearest vet which was less than a 1/8 of a mile away and on the same route to the school. I didn’t care if we were late.
The vet took him in to be cared for and find out what was wrong. I couldn’t just leave him to suffer. I left and got my daughter to school.
Later in the day they called and gave me an update. Kitty was alive, but his pelvis had been broken. 😦
I felt awful. How could I have done this?
He stayed with them for a few nights, to see if he would eat and use the bathroom properly. I was told that often times injuries like that would heal on their own. Things were looking up the second night although he was in a lot of pain (completely understandable). I brought him home (over $300 later) along with some pain meds. He stayed in my daughter’s room so he would have peace and quiet away from the other animals. I slept in there with him for the first three nights. I made sure to get up every few hours to give him a bit to eat and put him in the potty box to do his business, to which he did not object to. After that I brought him downstairs (he was still huddled up in the carrier) to get him used to people again and love on him and to coax him out of his depression (again totally understandable). I Finally got him to take some water. I kept putting drops on his nose until he licked them off…repeat and repeat some more. I knew if didn’t start drinking water again he wouldn’t last long. My persistence paid off. Every day he got a bit better. I would bring him out of his little hovel, love on him and to try to lift his spirits. I kept tempting him to play without much success. Slowly but surely, over a few weeks, he was back to his old self. He had a funny walk as one of his legs was a bit crooked, but he got around just fine. First walking, then running and finally jumping. My daughter and I loved him. He was such a sweet silly boy, at first named Mr. Liono Fluffypants, but later, somehow we started calling him Kee-Kee. Kee-Kee was so funny and loving. My daughter practically carried him everywhere and they cuddled during the night. It was sooo sweet! After a while he wanted to roam back outside. From then on, he would come in and out several times a day, politely scratching at the door. Perhaps, persistently is a better word.
He stayed almost two months before my husband said he had to go since we weren’t planning on keeping him anyway. And the housing office came and told me to take him to the shelter. He couldn’t be running around outside. He loved playing with the kids even if the picked him up like a doll. But they pushed me to get rid of him (take him to the shelter). I flat-out told the lady that it wasn’t going to happen. It was a kill shelter, and seeing as he had a boo boo eye and some weird little nose they wouldn’t have thought twice about putting him down. I was Not going to let that happen.
So after emailing 20 different No- kill shelters in the state, one had enough room to take him. They were 2 and a half hours away, but it didn’t matter to me. I wanted him to be loved.
Fast forward to this morning when I found out that he had been adopted! After being neutered, and treated for a respiratory infection he was ready to find a home. He tested negative for Feline leukemia and feline aids which we were all praying for. And his awkward looking nose and eye turned out to be a birth defect. So no harm there.
At first when I took him to the no-kill shelter my daughter was very sad, I tried to explain it the best I could of course, but she is only 8 after all. All she knew was that he was her buddy and snuggle buddy at that.
It makes me VERY happy he found a new loving home. I am sure he will make them laugh every day just like he did me. And most of all he get the forever home he deserves. I’m sure they will love him as much as he does them!!!!

Whew…thats it. That is what made my day. It might have been a bit long-winded so sorry about that. But that is the story of Kee-Kee (or whatever his new family calls him). I know I did the right thing and it turns out that is Worldwide Pay It Forward day! Coincidence? I think not! 😉

Support your local No-Kill Animal Rescues! Every animal deserves to be loved and find a forever home!!


The article speaks for itself basically. It saddens me, as always, that the respect for another life is becoming increasingly rare. When we start (or keep) thinking that human life is more valuable than any other living thing. And if we keep thinking that it is our right to “take” from the Earth, in excess, what we think we need without giving back to it. The Earth is our home, it provided us with what we needed to survive and thrive, so shouldn’t we do our best to respect it and give back to the Earth what it needs to survive. There is always a need for exploration, and the learning opportunities that it provides for us. Things like advancement in science are fine, but it is when we take more than we need, that trouble starts. Eventually…everything will be consumed, forced into extinction, and damaged beyond repair. It seems that a lot of people aren’t learning from their predecessors mistakes. Then it will hit them, like a bat to the face. Hindsight is 20/20.
I worry what will be around when my daughter is an adult, and maybe has children of her own, so on and so forth. How different will the world look?