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I find joy for those who find comfort and strength in their beliefs. Everyone should have a positive means in which to survive the many challenges one might face in his or her life time, whether the challenges are mental, physical,  emotional, or financial.

My source of strength comes from the love of my children...(that and the little echo in my head of my mother saying "now do not do anything you cannot reverse").

I use to be more semi religious but recently I find myself relying less on all mighty beings and more on what I see in front of me and from my experiences. In fact I feel I can conquer my fears much better when I am not so much worried by the wrath of good or evil. To much worrying triggers my OCD.

I am more spiritual from within and knowing I am a kind and nurturing human being.

©2008

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"Nobody else did this....NOBODY!!!!".... 

...These are the very words my son uttered when he brought me home a surprise. It was a cookie he had wrapped in a napkin. "It has raspberry jelly inside"

I gobbled up my sweet surprise.

How very thoughtful of him.

Ahh, the added benefits of being a parent.

Flookyartist

Originally posted by FlookyArtist on Mar. 17, 2008 at 4:37 PM http://www.cafemom.com/group/40758/forums/read/2885479/_Nobody_else_did_this_NOBODY

 

A New Approach To Fighting Depression, CALL IN THE ARMY!!

A New Approach To Fighting Depression, CALL IN THE ARMY!!
A few of nights ago I was feeling my usual feeling of unsolicited sadness. There it was, a spirit draining moment of despair that crawled its way into my bain via a wave of chemical imbalance.

My son had wanted to play cards or something so I had to echo those words that I, as a parent, most dread to utter. "I am sorry baby, I am feeling to blah. I have the sadness in my head again".

My son is very familiar with "Mommy's Sadness". The mere existence of this evil presence has, on many occasions, left me, his dear mama, in a state of unfunctionable despair, all curled up in a ball of unmotherly dispiritedness.

My clever little man decided to rescue me from the life sucking sadness that always seemed to get in the way of our fun. So he called in the troops.

Before I knew it a handfull of little plastic army men were battling their way through the trenches of my hair. His army men had aroused a crusade to rid my brain of the anti-happiness kamikazes.

Now is it coincidence that my son knows how much I love it when he plays with my hair?

I could hear from above my scalp, deep, precise, shouts of soldiers in battle.

The words "GENERAL WE'RE COMING IN!!!" reverberated in beat with the trampling of little, fused together feet as his troops attacked and slaughtered the powerful sadness.

But amid the cries of "ARRRG" and "Kaboom" I felt at peace. The marching of the troops, and thier entanglement in the foreign war zone, that was my hair, felt good.

Listening to my son play with such passion and imagination, a game which is typical of a child his age, was uplifting, especially since it was elaborated on top of my head.

It was a ring side seat into remembering the happiness of my own creative play as a young girl.

This well orchastrated tactic of his may have lasted a total of ten minutes but within that time the reigning sadness was forced into a quick retreat.

I was left feeling empowered and enlightened, the way a mother should feel when she is raising such a empathetic and nurturing child.

It may have been this battle was won and I, for this moment of time, was able to recover from the tyranny of my depression. For this I have my son to thank.

If I thought for a moment that something as simple as a calvary of green little men could actually win me the entire war, I would recommend such to other victims of this cruel and oppressive dictator of pychological wellness, the der fuhrer of the brain, innocently known to my son as simply "Mommy's Sadness".

Think about then how much suffering would be eradicated.

If only........   

 ©2008 FlookyArtist (originally posted in my CafeMom blog FlookyArtist's Journal)
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The Evil Desecration Of Cookie Dough Ice Cream 

Originally posted by FlookyArtist (AKA Me-Myself-Missy) on Mar. 15, 2008 at 5:15 PM on  *Eclectic* ~N~ *Eccentric* Women

 

Was it so wrong? Am I simply sadistic or narcissistic? As tasty as the ice cream itself was, all I really wanted to indulge in was the scrumptious clumps of addicting cookie dough. HMMMMMM....

I picked and picked through the chilled creaminess, poking my way to find those little treasures and scoffing them down with eye rolling delight.

Bad Mother I am, I put the container back in the freezer after raping the dairy treat of all its chocolate chipped confection. I Left it with nothing but violated vanilla in all its boring, plain, non-glory.

The temptation was too great.... and I was just to darn weak.

*sigh*

FlookyArtist

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Post Office...WTF?

The Post Office...WTF?

I was in my car waiting for SO who was in the post office.

I was parked in the space right in front of three mail boxes, Local, Out of Town, and Express.

Well, a postal worker comes and unlocks the mail boxes and dumps the contents of all three into one container.

I am like WTF?

So what was the point of separating them in the first place?

Originally Posted In: I'm Such A Wonderful Mommy Ill Make You Barf   By Me (Flo0Ky`ala" FriBBLe)

If I had my druthers I would create a community where underwire bras were banned and men were not allowed to fart.

A master~b*b*b*bation question

 

How the heck does one masturbate with success while trying to maneuver past a big pregnant belly?

 

I remember being so frustrated the last trimesters of my pregnancies!!!

[In response to a post on Im Such A Wonderful Mommy Ill Make You Barf Site]

On Being Poor

I just came across this old post an internet friend of mine shared on her blog, badkittyartstudio.blogspot.com - being-poor,  in 2006 in which I responded. It was a list of things on what you may experience when being poor. I could have written several of them myself, while others I am glad I never had to experience. However I am posting my reply here on my blog and dating it for the very day I posted it to her. Do visit her site if you get the chance. She is an incredibly talented artist.

 

Me-Myself-Missy (aka Flo0Ky`ala* FriBBLe)

Tuesday February 23 2010 4:31 AM

 

Flo0Ky`ala* FriBBLe said...

BadKitty, I can so relate to this post. It was almost as if I could of written it myself. May I add a few?

• Being poor is buying food on credit just to use the grocery money to pay the credit cards. 
• Being poor is not being able to marry the person you love because you cannot afford private health insurance or the co-pays that come with it. 
• Being poor is saving your last pair of contact lenses for a "special occasion". 
• Being poor is never buying school photos but just holding on the sample they give out to entice you to buy. 
• Being poor is wearing lots of layers of clothing (mostly from the eighties) because you cannot afford a coat. 
• Being poor is buying your kids clothing two or three sizes to big so it lasts longer. 
• Being poor is planning to visit your extended family only on days you have a doctors appointment (in the same town) to save on gas. 
• being poor is holding library books hostage for over a year because you do not have the money for the overdue fines. 

Ok, that is what I came up with in the few minutes I thought about it. 

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Here is the wonderful response she gave me:

HMBT said...

Thank you Flooky! Yes levity is a good thing when living the lifestyle of the post "Being Poor"! I loved it...thank you for your contribution! It makes it easier to be poor when you are living the life of the poor and famous! All My Love to you!!!!! Thank you for being my friend, I really can't put into words the feelings I have for knowing I am not alone in the struggle to be a sucess-full poor person! :) It's all in the swager baby...all in the "tude". I Love Flooky! Heather

Be gone before someone drops a house on you........

Be gone before someone drops a house on you........
Mood:  smelly
Topic: House Hunting "STINKS"


We went looking at houses again, Mike, Brandon, and I, on Thursday.

Another traumatic experience.

This last one we looked at left our brains in cinders.

We had looked at the house, which claimed a puny dining room to be one of the bedrooms, foolishly deciding to check up upstairs anyhow to see if there were better sleeping quarters.

Fortunately Brandon chose to stay safely downstairs in the eat-in-bedroom.

Unfortunately the first door I opened on the second floor was to the bathroom. Within a fraction of a second I caught a glimpse of its nastiness, grungy bear claw tub, and four, yes four, litter boxes.

It was during the middle of that second of time that the stench whopped through our nasal passages like a flash fire.

Oh, it burned, how it burned. Knocked Mike and I right off our feet.

As quickly as the putrid smell of cat piss hit us was as quickly we both dashed back down the stairs, covering our melting faces, calling to our real estate lady "Forget it!!!".

It is so nice when Mike and I connect in harmonic agreement. 


Originally Posted by Me, FlookyArtist on Friday, July 14th, 2006 at my blog Journey To The Center Of Krapaterdschitz

 Home Is Where The Art Is

I recently picked up a large white pantry for $10 at a garage sale. I lucked out and found a spinning acrylic paint holder on sale for $14 at the craft store.

I was going to make a rack for holding the paints using strong cardboard tubing but now I do not have to. 

I have a shoe holder (foldable, soft plastic kind) hanging on the inside of one of the pantry doors. I store Misc. Items in those and paint brushes for easy access.

I am going to put corking on the other door to pin up little bags of charm and glitter and stuff. Right now they are taped on. Or I may use Velcro. I love to have everything visually available.

I have milk crates inside to store labeled, see-thru plastic shoe boxes and plastic food storage containers purchased at dollar store.

I have pull out drawers for scissors and glue and such. 

I have dubbed this pantry my "Spiritual Art Alter" in honor of our generous and much loved, creative muses.
 

I store dangerous things up high that my son CANNOT use such as exacto blades and turpentine. The only other off limits items are my oil paints and pastels and artist quality pencils and brushes- to expensive to replace.

I have a section in the cabinet for his own special things such as crayons, playdoh, and markers all within easy reach.

We share each others stuff and I emphasize the importance of indulging in such artistic materials.

I have a rule in this house - Everyone can use the stuff whenever they want, indulge in it, never feel you are want for a means to express yourself.

In my house creating art is as normal a routine as having dinner or brushing your teeth. 

I display my children's work in a gallery setting all around the house.