Happy and a Little bit Hippy
Welcome to the Jungle Baby
Saké and Pot
SAH-kee and Pot
My Why and Where from.
Where I come from. Nope. Not cornbread and chicken. That would be too easy. Besides, I associate cornbread with pinto beans from my teenage years and quite frankly they disgust me still to this day. Through this blog you will get little nuggets of information as I outline my life’s story. I have every intention of turning this blog into an honoring page. A page I can honor and promote products and small businesses as I journey through my book writing career. Nothing excites me more than talking with someone about something they are passionate about. My childhood dream was to be somewhat of an entertainer. I loved playing with the tape recorder and the radio. My cousin and I pretending we were a radio host. More importantly I loved raving about how much I loved a song or a specific musician or band. When I say I felt the love for Prince, Michael Jackson, Madonna and Olivia Newton John, I mean I felt it from hair follicles to toe nails. As I have grown up one thing that I never stopped was my love for music and most certainly my love for how special the artist is. Any entertainer. I loved and adored the bravery, talent and art.
I hope you all can and will appreciate every step I take as I journey to find my “niche” again. I have no dream or desire to become a paparazzi for the Prince and The Revolutions of the world. I have a dream and a passion to share how much I love your world and to see your passion come out as we speak to each other. That is what I’m chasing now. What makes your eyes sparkle? What makes your achievements, no matter how big or small, special and important, offering hope to someone else who has a dream sitting on a shelf waiting for a sign. I want to share your story with anyone who will watch and listen. I have every intention of reminding you how amazing I think you are. Together we will be allowing more people to hear and see something that might encourage them to take their dream down from the shelf and dust it off. Dreams can shine with the right kind of polish. Love, respect and appreciation.
Follow me as I encourage us all to dream and polish old dreams we’ve shelved for decades because fear hindered our courage.
Never forget this…..No One Puts Baby in a Box! Her or him, me or them. No one. Please private message me if you would consider an interview for a documentary I am working on. Involving women and men of all ages.
I want to share your wisdom with the world. It only has to be heard or seen by one person to make a change for the better. One isn’t a lonely number. One is all we need. Then another ONE and another ONE and so on. ❤️ but it can’t start if someONE just looks at it sitting there.
Within this blog, I will bring you facts, and fiction, mixed with a bit of spicy. ( Literally ) Tabasco sauce and other challenges and much more coming soon.
If you have a fun idea or challenge in need of someone to either love it or gong it, then look no further. I’ll gladly give you my best effort and most honest review.
Meet my friend Cain Quillman. We will all eat popcorn and have a Kleenex box watching movies of his story journey through obstacles life has thrown at him. More importantly what he’s overcome. Cain Quillman: YouTube Channel Click here to watch his latest video.
From the kitchen he asks, “Are these cranberries any good?” I replied that no they are not good and just toss them. It dawned on me he was in there doing dishes. It’s 9:00 am on Saturday morning and he’s already at it. While I am sipping coffee and writing in my blog. Checking toContinue reading “The Bowl of Cranberries”
I am constantly revising and as I update this spoken poem, I can already make new changes and make it flow even more. I’m open to critique and welcome any ideas you may have to make this flow even better. Let me know your thoughts. Thank you kindly and in advance. Have a beautiful MondayContinue reading “God to the Science”
2 of the Havens Angels
Helping Super Mom
There was always something to smile about when time was spent with Dorothy B. Unless she had her arm in a water meter hole.
Angels in Eureka Springs mean Eureka Springs was the place to be.
Round up in Bartlesville. First outing in our sobriety with our Sobriety Mom. Plus the first time we heard her story.
The night Kellie pee’d because we were laughing so hard. Marci could hear us. It meant the world to her to hear us so happy.
A lunch with Jewel and a group photo on the staircase so many women walked up to lay their weapons down.
A common photograph of women blessed by the Haven.
Oh the places we go as written by Dr. Suess.
Photographs tell stories forever. So take as many photos as you possibly can.