Let's Weigh in What is Presented, M'Kay?

It's very obvious on how someone is seriously narcissistic, to the point of severe mental illness.

How do we break this down:

• We refuse to work to support our own household but we will fake being a psychic, dupe people out of money to get us to Africa to "help the children".
• When we get to Africa, we don't help the children, we talk about how wonderful the people are, the food, our proof blisters, and how we have to leave suddenly, making our two month help the children trip into a two week "tour Ghana" vacation.
• When we get back, we post about how much we miss our new home (Ghana).
• We post our pictures (by the way, funny how you gussy up to help the children, you took a lot of photos of children, but we all noticed how you didn't post one personal story about a particular child or situation) but you are sure looking your age, not a young chick any longer are you? Sadly, Ghana and Africa have high rates of fraud (you fit right in), did the man you went to have a relationship with realize how old and overweight you were? Or did you run out of money and they realized you weren't the white "Rock Star" you wrote about? Or did you use your dying sister as an excuse to come back?
• We post about dreams of how we were a Messiah of sorts.. the all mighty, dressed in white and sparkly.. we are hugging everyone and making healing them (well no, you are now probably spreading African diseases to them in your dreams) and you really do believe that you are a God. 
• Still not one word about that special child, that meaningful lesson you learned, only how they worshipped you and you miss being there.
• Now, why aren't you in California with your dying sister? Your blood? I do declare, you boasted about your Healing powers (lies) and stated that you healed your sister of her brain cancer (even though she didn't believe in what you were doing and didn't want you to do it). Whatever YOU want you do, regardless of who you lie about, hurt, step on, cheat on or betray.. how do you sleep at night? Well, being a narcissist (Here's the definition so you can see what it means since you aren't that bright, regardless of how many books you claim to write, I've seen your attempts, you should really try something else) 

A psychological condition characterized by self-preoccupation, lack of empathy, and unconscious deficits in self-esteem

Now, you say you have a cold. Just like a LOT of us are discussing, we would walk through flames and venomous creatures barefooted and chew on broken glass to be with our sister if they were dying. But you really don't care, because that takes away the pity and sympathies from your adorning, stupid and unaware minions, doesn't it? I'm flabbergasted as to how these people doesn't see right through your disgusting bullshit.

I've seen you steal money, steal EVP's (and call them your own), lie (about so many things I can't even mention them here), back-stab (people that trusted you and tried to help you), and yet you still want monuments built in your likeness and in your honor, you want fame and fortune, and for even more people to look upon you as something supernatural.

I feel sorry for your father and your sister, but then again, I feel sorry for your kids, your grandkids and your husband. YOU believe you are far more important than ALL of them. In the grand scheme of things, you are worthless.

Don't care what others think of you? That's good, because even BAD PR is bad PR.

I think there was a book written about you, here's a quote about it:

Unhealthy narcissism -- Shamelessness, Magical Thinking, Arrogance, Envy, Entitlement, Exploitation, Bad Boundaries

 Why is it Always About You?

There's a list of famous narcissists.. let's see how things worked out for them:

Saddam Hussein
Joan Crawford
Lee Harvey Oswald
Adolph Hitler
Joseph Stalin
Ted Bundy
... chew on that a bit.. you are nothing of what you think you are, nor what you try to portray. What you are is worthless.. 

Sleep on that and dream.

*shakes her head*

All the Beautiful People

A few things have come to light over the past few days. Some days when I'm spiritually open and am presented with these small (and large) things I feel a wash of humility come over me. I'll share that here with you.

On Friday night, my friend Robyn and I do a show. It's not a regular internet radio show, it's meant to be fun, make people laugh, spend time with others that don't want pretensions, they want fun and 8 year old like minded goofiness. We have some wonderful dedicated fans and that was the first presentation I recognized. These people share their laughter with us. Do you realize the gift that is?

So, during the show (actually I believe just before the show started) I received a text that some usuals were going to listen via the phone app (squee) and that they had a special guest listening with them. Well, it's always a blessing when new people are exposed to our shenanigans, but this guest was EXTRAORDINARILY special. Our friends M and V had "Pops" with them! Pops is a 99 year old man that was going to spend the weekend with them, and since they love our show, the felt he would love it too. How exciting!

During the show and afterwards, I received texts that Pops indeed did like the show, and they also let him listen to our archived shows and he liked them. Do you see how relative that information is to yet a new and different gift? He liked us, he liked the music we played during the break, the subjects we talked about during our segments, that is one of the highest compliments. M then told me how wonderful Pops is. I could of course feel him and his spirit. I told her he's an angel, and he is.

The funny thing, there are people all over this planet that are the real deal.

I watched this last night until 2am (The Secret & The Law of Attraction - The Shift by Wayne Dyer) and it opened a lot of things for me. Actually, there were some teary moments and I guess I didn't realize how much I respect Dr. Dyer. He doesn't portray himself as being perfect, or being born perfect, he learned and shifted like the rest of us can and do. He talks in a manner that makes you sit and think.

People are valuable. I know there are doozies out there that have less than loving intentions, that is always going to be a factor. To feel something deep within yourself, something that fulfills and places happiness in your soul, is priceless. Even the smallest of measures become large and important. The smile from a stranger. The kindness of a friend. The sharing of memories from a loved one.

Then, when you come in contact with those that are not so good, especially for you, you have the confidence and the ability to move on.

But those that you meet, or virtually meet, that influence your emotions and your feelings, you can savor them and appreciate them. They make a difference, in turn it makes you make a difference as well.

<3 Moo

Amazing Words.. that only some lead by..

Once some read this, they will see themselves. Others will read it and say "That's me" and then begin to tap dance and throw glitter and such to try and draw attention to themselves. 

Scorpio horoscope for Sep, 05, 2013
"The greatest leaders do not lead by screaming, yelling, and intimidating others. The best leaders lead by example. They lead with quiet dignity. They persuade their followers through their knowledge and wisdom. They are kind and empathic. They are honest. And they are grateful for the efforts of their subordinates. Keep this in mind in the days ahead, Scorpio, as you may be called up to lead. Frustration may tempt you to become angry or resentful, but you are a true leader and you need to keep reminding yourself of that fact."

True leaders don't need constant reminders, they don't need to persuade others, they don't need to lie, they also don't need to put others around them down. 

Think about it..

Latrene..this is for you..Are you gone yet? 

This Fall we ALL deserve to have you out of the country.  MMMMmmm.. 

HAHAHAH

I know it's bad... But.. This is for you, Latrene.

We (those you have lied about) suggest you read the following with a spoon.

Enjoy Ghana, we can't wait to see you go!

<3 Moo

Sharing Time

You know, it's great when you get to share time with others. There are no intentions involved, just sharing time and laughter with others. I got to do that, twice this weekend.

First, on Saturday, I got to go to my parent's house. Spending time with them is always so much fun. While I was out there, I cut wood. There was a reason, and I'll share that in a bit. I enjoy going into their "shop" and using their power tools. So, I scoured their 2 acres and found the perfect limbs, and made them into buttons, or hag wood (later termed by Teresa), they could be made into runes, it didn't matter. I cut them for our outing today.

My mother made delicious beef and noodles and we talked and laughed and looked through Pinterest. It was so nice.

Then, I came home, and watched movies in my craft/media room while I did crafts. But, I had to go to bed early, as I was excited about today.

Through the selfishness, ego influenced, cruel, self-centered, immature actions of one person, I have met some of the most amazing people. These people have shown me the real them and I love their inner beings. I love their smiles and their laughter. I love their kindness and their hearts. I love how selfless they are and the spunk in their personalities. I also love the fact that they might have at first listened to her lies (and believe me they are the most ridiculous lies that just build and build and BUILD) but they met me and they figured out the truth.

First thing we did (And I wish we would have gotten more photos!) I met new people!!! We met at Waffle house and I ordered a waffle (duh) and some bacon (NOM!). We did a lot of talking and some baby cooing! I met Brooke, her husband Charlie, and their ABSOLUTELY adorable baby Sydnie Rae!

So here is Pat hoggin' the baby lovin' (heheheheeh):

Look at that look! hehehe Sydnie Rae and Pat

So, we we looking for fossils and hag stones. So much fun!

Ladies doing some gathering of fossils and hag stones.

It was seriously SO hot out.. I know I got sunburned. We found some amazing things!

Annette and Pat (Please notice the beautiful hag stone around Pat's neck, she found that at this same place at during a prior visit).

Pat drinking the "Purple Kool-Aid".

Teresa about to consume the "Purple Kool-aid".

Lisa G and Penny laughing and enjoy the shade and the day! Look at those smiles! Killer!

It was really super hot! We needed a rest! Here is Donna, Lisa O and Lisa G enjoying each other's company.

We missed Micky, Kat, Bren, Robyn and Michelle. All either lived too far away, didn't feel well or had prior plans. HOWEVER, they were VERY much a part of this outing and we love and missed them! 

So might I add here, anything that you have heard about these ladies, especially from this very UNRELIABLE source, you might want to sit down maturely and ask them for yourself. They are nothing of what this horrible person portrays. You would be doing yourself a grave disservice if you didn't find out for yourself, because chances are, you will be next in her path of lies. She destroys lives and she doesn't give a shit if she does so. She's about to destroy her own husband's life with her lies because she doesn't know how to have a relationship, a friendship or otherwise. 

So, her loss is MY gain. Neener neener. 

My finds! ( I found a lot, but I won't post them ALL here, just my top five!) and maybe some more in a few!

I'm excited to make this hag stone into a necklace myself!

I realize this doesn't look like it goes all the way through but it does, there was a pebble and sand caught in the middle. Nothing a little prodding Moo couldn't fix ;)

This was exciting to find! It's like my eyes just went right to it!  I will be making this into a necklace as well! Is it a tail? A spine? 

This was part of a shell, but it's the glorious pearly part. Love!

Also part of a shell, the pearly part. 

I seriously can't wait to go back (when it is much cooler. I could spend HOURS out there. 

My weekend in a nutshell! FABULOUS! Consider me blessed! 

And here is ONE photo for that one that makes everyone's life miserable (her name credited in the caption):

Ladean Snodgrass

<3 Moo

Making Tinctures

I just started a Chamomile, Lemon Balm and Mint tincture.

When it's finished, I will advise. I have about ten other recipes I want to try. I'm so excited I can hardly stand it.

Any other tincture makers out there? Have any favorite recipes? What do you use your tinctures for?

I'm dyin' to hear about them!

<3

Read 'em and Weep!

The More I'm aware, the More you Don't Matter.

It seems, every now and then, someone feels left out, or not the center of attention enough.

In a way, it's not true, but I'd rather have my integrity than be that one that everyone is talking about, especially in a very bad light.

You thought you had complete control over everyone. You didn't. While on your page you kept telling people to defriend you (or them-Funny, have most of the now approximately 65 mutual friends we share defriended you or me? not hardly) some of us maturely and albeit (<-- do you know what that word means?) nervously took the time to contact each other. We should have done this a very long time ago.

You see, you had a knack for lying to those surrounding you. SO, while I was asked to accept the "friendship" of your fraud page, I was able to read what was posted. Wow, it was so true. Some I wasn't aware of but it didn't surprise me. (funny how I was then blocked from the page before it came down.. funny how that works but that information for another time).

What you have to remember, there are saved emails, texts, screen shots of posts before they were taken down, you can't remember everything everywhere. How could you possibly remember what you've told EVERYONE you tried to impress, use or truthfully, come into contact with. You can't.

So, you told one person one thing about someone or a situation, and then turned around and told someone else an entirely different story. I think you don't know which lies that you need to remember. That is the definition of a compulsive liar. Like how that title feels on you?

So, against, I'm sure, your wishes and controlling desires, I reconnected with Mickey!

Mickey, sporting her "purple spoon" ... yeah... we remember that story.

Look how beautiful she is! You loved demeaning her (as you did with me) and well, it didn't work. She's not the horrible things you said about her, regardless if your minions (with their noses so far up your ass) disagree, she is the BIGGEST heart! She's doing SO much better without you. Seriously, she's happy, she's got a lot going on and it's all good. She works for a living (do you remember what that is?) and she is very happy with her family. She's smart, talented and gifted. She waited a very long time to talk to me after you used her, abused her, lied about her and then tossed her aside. You pitted her against a good friend (so you, you are very talented at that, I'm sure that falls into the Love and Light category, in Liarsland maybe). But she sent me a very sweet email and we reconnected. Why? Because I didn't hate on her. You did. (one of many bridges burned). 

So, then, not too long ago, I posted this http://moosawareness.blogspot.com/2013/07/i-find-it-odd.html and I just couldn't understand. How could these women hate me? Well, they didn't. YOU and your ways felt the need to pit them against me (along with everyone else that might know me, also positive and loving of you~NOT!)

So arrangements were made and I met four NEW ladies that I had posted about in the link above. HOLY MOLY was *I* ever wrong in that post. I can admit it. I don't try to push the blame on everyone else. These ladies are amazing. One person is trying to tear them down, but that is only because the truth is spreading like wildfire. She's calling it lies and what motive could she possibly have. HAHHH seriously? SERIOUSLY? 

Bren and Lisa relaxing and laughing, getting to know others that have suffered the wrath. 

So, here are two of the four ladies I got to meet. These ladies are fabulous. They were allowed to laugh and be themselves. It wasn't all about one person, it was about each of us. Why? We are confident beautiful, talented ladies. *shakes her head* You aren't that amazing or important. These ladies, they are. You have called them names (funny, most reflect your own actions, not theirs) and would take away the conversation from them to have it on yourself. Narcissism much (and yes, you do, in case you decided to answer no)?

I caught Donna off guard, doesn't matter, she's a beautiful hoot and a half!

Then there's Donna. Now I've actually met her once, but she was kind of poisoned on me as well. Not because she's a bad person, but because she was fed enough bullshit to choke a third world country (see what I did there?). She remembered me as nice, but that was like what four years ago? We only got the opportunity to meet once, then jealousy reared its ugly head and viola, she was suckered into the obscenely disgusting lies of the all powerful, or so she thought. So, you decided to take it upon yourself to try and steal the abilities, gifts and talents of this bright shining star. Because your insides are dull and lackluster, so why not thoroughly lie and manipulate to try and look good. Well it didn't work/happen. Can't  make a turd into a diamond. 

Here I am, Moo, feeding Teresa the "Purple Kool-aid".

The purple kool-aid, let's face it, we've all had it. She'd have killed us all off if it were legal.

She was such an eager purple Kool-aid consumer. 

But then I met Teresa. You have lied so much about her, to me and others. I can remember the first thing you told me about her, and I have this in public. You can lie all you want saying you didn't say it, but I actually have it in an email so, you might want to watch how you get out of this lie. You told me, the only reason you liked hooking up with Teresa, was because her husband had money. Well, that would make sense. All you've ever wanted since I've known you is fame and wealth. Does that make you metaphysically whole or conniving, misrepresenting everything you attempt to do (with your no talent). 

Much better photo of Teresa, gorgeous and sweet!

Here's a much better picture of her, she has her purple spoon in her hair. She's talking to Donna here, and didn't know I was taking photos. She was so nice. She, whom I was probably the most afraid of (from the HORRIBLE lies you told about her!) was so very sweet! She's talented (loved her jewelry) and comical. How easily you played everyone against each other. How hard you worked to lie and manipulate. Such a control freak. That actually goes against anything that Empathy stands for, sorry, you lose.  People that are believing your lies now, should simply ask others, or ask around, they'd be surprised. We were all once your minions.

Not the cute kind like this:

Cute minions from the movies

But more like this:

Your minions until they break away from your horrible evil "Love and Light stab you in the eye when you are down and out" spell. Just. Sayin'.

Every time you demand people disconnect with others, it should prove your guilt. 

Just thought maybe you'd like to know, that I've met SEVERAL others that you tried to keep me away from. Maybe you and your BFF (sorry, but you treated her like shit several times as well, use her, say horrible things about her and her .... husband (and his legal issues) ) and yet you try to say how wonderful she is and how she's always there for you. Two peas in a pod I say. Neither of you could possibly be happy but keep trying. You'll have to live in another country to get away from all of the crap you started here. 

Well, that's not all of it, but it feels like I've written for AGES. Doesn't feel good to see all this for the world to see. The only thing I didn't do was name you. I can at any time, because I have nothing to hide. I have no skeletons in my closet. If people ask about something I tell them. I don't lie and try to make myself look perfect. I'm not. Never have been, never will be. BUT I AM TRUTHFUL. That is something you know nothing about. 

These five ladies made me happy. They set anything you lied to them about aside, and they got to know the real me. I am beyond grateful, humbled and happy. These ladies, Mickey, Brenda, Lisa, Teresa and Donna are all amazing ladies. Like true "sisters". Not the kind you "lie and say you've Healed their cancer, but then they kick you out of their house kind" but true soul kindred spirits. 

Now before you assume (because you are FAMOUS for that, seriously, you need to work on that) that you know how and where and when, you don't. There are people that were NOT involved and you'd BETTER not act like a twat and treat them unkindly. You do that. As soon as you suspect or your "Spirit Guides" tell you in a vision during meditation (I call bullshit), then you start flinging poo like a rabid monkey on acid. STOP. For once, if you want to hate us six girls, fine and 'effin' dandy, but don't go blaming people you "THINK" is involved. You don't know shit. 

PS, so, I'm curious, still exchanging pictures with Christopher of his.. well.. you know.. while you are playing scrabble? Just curious...

Anyway, in your "moving on" speech, you might want to take your own lying advice. I'm sure sorry for your followers that hang on your every word. It won't be long before you kick them to the curb as well. 

Anyway, I don't need you. None of us do. THANK HEAVENS. It is a wonderful and lifting weight off our shoulders without having to deal with you. 

To the ladies in this post.. LOVE YA, so glad I've found ya!!

<3 Moo

Oh the Irony..

OH and hypocrisy..

 

 

I'm quite amused. Half of the people that could post this photo, could be talking out of their ass. The other half most likely know, or know about the half that is guilty of "Fake".

 

 

Let me give you a little suggestion. Power is in numbers, and your numbers are dwindling, mine however, over the last three years since all of your fake and lies, has at LEAST quadrupled.

 

While you are insisting people defriend you or other offenders (what seems EVERY single month), you keep throwing people aside and away, and you are losing integrity, stability, respect (by the second) and your list is long.

 

So posting a photo with puppies and kitties, "pretending" to be an animal communicator (which you aren't, how did your outside unfixed/unimmunized cat die again?) and calling everyone else fake (laughing), I hope you soon realize how ridiculous you make yourself look.

 

Why don't you try and blame me (yet again) for trying to stir things up. While I haven't, because I have never ever contacted you once (even though you emailed me once, and texted me "Happy Thanksgiving" once). I never pined over you, I never asked you if I was pretty every day, you didn't leave me mail in my mailbox hoping I'd contact you (by the way, that is illegal, among the many other things you are doing and have done).

 

I think that's what bugs you the most. I don't need you, nor do I need your lies. You use people then you make yourself into the victim. MAN ALIVE you've done that SO many times over the last three years. Oh pitiful you. POOR you.

 

Let me give you a little insight. Facebook does not look up IP addresses. I am meeting people ALL of the time that you lied to about me. They are finding out the real me. It pisses them off. You might think you know who, but I bet you don't. I bet your fake psychic-ness fails you. I bet your fake mediation fails you as well.

 

You post how negative everyone else is, well, you insist on stirring the pot when things slow down and you aren't center of attention any longer. OMG... people aren't stupid. If they are kind you take advantage of that. You preach  your love and light and nameste and yadda.. only lies and jealously seeps from your pores. That is a sad state of affairs. I don't live my life like that, THANK HEAVENS. That much better without you.

 

Since you've been gone, things are so wonderful. Oh sure, you made sure to make everyone around you hate me. Funny thing though, after you stab them in the back, I get the chance to let them meet the real me. Your burned bridges list is longer than you think. What are you going to do when you are on that island all by yourself? No one to worship you.

 

Well we no longer do. That list of we is growing VERY quickly and every day.

 

Just remember, I have emails, text messages, skype messages and screen shots of the shit you did, said, etc, with others and the lies you said "oh it's just a little white lie".

 

Your world is spinning out of control more so than ever, and it's off balance.

 

Ours however, is sturdy, structured and your empty threats are meaningless.

 

Have a GREAT DAY, negative/positive fake :)

 

<3 Moo

 



You see..

I have nothing to hide.

Things are good in my life.

My friends and I, we trust each other and we enjoy each other's company.

We work for a living.

We live in maturity and don't harbor bitterness.

We move on.

We don't expect anything from anyone else.

We don't use each other.

We don't lie.

We don't exaggerate.

We hold each other up instead of stab each other in the back.

We share with and enlighten each other.

We don't judge, especially those we don't know.

We.....in turn, I..... have nothing to hide.

<3 Moo

By the way, as of this second..there is an edit to this post, but it will not be posted at this time. Suffice it to say, there is some amazing things in the works!!! Seriously!

<3 Moo

I'm so excited

Tomorrow, I'm meeting up with Lisa, Pat, Penny and Michelle in Denton!

It's going to be a fantastic afternoon/evening! There's going to be shopping, eating, coffee, drumming, laughing, discussion, sharing and overall fun! It's never a dull moment with Lisa and Pat, so meeting Penny and and Michelle is a bonus.

I'm taking my camera and my video camera. A chair!  This is going to be a fantastic evening!

<3 Moo

Indeed.

I find it odd..

These women in their "coven" portray practicing "Love and Light" yet, they have been persuaded by one woman to absolutely hate me, and they don't even know me. Seriously. There are four of them.

Hypocrite much?

Lisa? Donna? Brenda? Teresa?

You let your hate guide you, it instills you following the one that controls you.

May one day you break away from that hate and find your own voice and ability to decide.

Bless.

<3 Moo

Getting it out..

I have needed to sit down and write. Sometimes I feel there is a cord between myself and you that read this, and when that cord feels a bit dried up and shriveled, the only way I can plump that baby up is to sit down and just type, type like the wind.

The other day, when I was looking at my blog stats, I have readers in Egypt, Russia, Canada, the UK, and of course the US. Wow, that is amazing to me. I don’t believe I know anyone in Egypt, nor Russia so a big wave to those readers (seems there’s quite a few). Sometimes reading the “journal” of someone else helps to spark your own imagination. Our minds come up with some amazing things, they can make things an infinite amount scarier than they really are, create mental escapes, produce story lines, the possibilities are endless.

Lately at work I have been doing some pretty mundane things at work. I don’t mind, it puts my into a very hypnotic state (very high level) that puts me in a rhythm, but it also has been stimulating my temporal lobe and I have been having these flashbacks of wonderful times that have left warm fuzzies in my left (and right) atrium. Maybe some of you will understand, I think most won’t, but that’s Ok. Maybe it will spark your own feel-good moments.

Nostalgia is a very powerful emotion.

The feeling I got, being in the back seat of the car, driving home from tap dancing class, in the winter time around 6pm, knowing that mom had made meatballs and rice (one of my favorite meals) and that it wasn’t long before it would be Christmas Day. (Gering, Nebraska)

The feeling I had when my brother was about 2 years old, and we were “surviving” at the nearby park, it was a windy, winter day, there were snow banks, we had sleeves of crackers and Kool-Aid in thermoses along with a flashlight, an AM/FM radio in a backpack and an umbrella. Even then I thought I could be a survivalist, or at least wanted to be, I must have been about 9. (Alliance, Nebraska)

Again, that feeling I get remembering the time of waking up just before the sun, around 4am, and walking in the open field next to my house on an early summer morning, until the sun had been up a few hours. (Scottsbluff, Nebraska)

The smell of Petrichor (I think I’ve typed about this a million times before and will possibly type about it a million times from now) at my paternal grandmother’s house and how it reminded me of her and how much I loved her and looked up to her. Being with her and walking in the woods, picking flowers, picking up sticks, telling stories of buried jars of money, talking about woodland fairies, magic and old Cherokee ways. (Harlem, Georgia)

Seeing the little Hansel and Gretel outside thermometer at my maternal Step-grandmother's house. 

That was kind of the one thing I wanted when she passed. She really didn't consider us family, so I knew it was a long shot. Didn't happen. Also for some reason, loving the protein mix she had to put into milk. (Cheyenne, Wyoming)

The treat of Saturday nights, when we'd have homemade popcorn, m&m's (before they made peanut ones (I think!)) and a bottle of pepsi. We'd watch a movie on VHS or play Atari or watch something on HBO (if it wasn't rated R). That was our Saturday Nights (Alliance, Nebraska). 

By the way, this is where that happened (in Alliance). I could recognize it just by the shame, regardless of the house numbers. This was where paranormal entered my life. This house was active, as the people that lived there before us were wild, swingers, heavy drinkers, had nothing but chaos and instability in their life. It carried over to when we got there. Our family went through so many things there. Infidelity, sickness, my cancer, broken arms, it all just carried over. After we left, rumor had it that a minister bought the house. Wonder if people had paranormal events happen to them afterwards. *hmmmmm* That sectioned out room on the top right? That was my room. (Alliance, Nebraska)

How I felt floating on the two-man raft on a summer's day listening to "Sailing" on Little Lake Alice. The thunderstorms there were amazing. I was allergic to the cottonwood trees, but they were all over, and I didn't care. We had a wonderful dock, and I would fish for hours with corn out of a can. (Near Scottsbluff, Nebraska)

I love the feeling of fond memories. 

<3 Moo

Sometimes, I feel the most comfortable with old fashion

Yes, I know, a very odd title to a post.

For the longest time, I never believed in past lives. A lot of that was my upbringing, peers, etc. But, you know that feeling you get when you've seen something before, or been somewhere, or even someone you've just met, that you've known them somehow before. Maybe not them physically, but their spirit, their soul.

Anyway, ever since I was little, I've been fascinated with doing things slowly, by hand, from scratch, creating with what you have. For instance, I love to crochet. My paternal grandmother taught me how, but so did my mother. They both introduced me to new styles.  I don't read patterns, I create them in my head. I love the feel of doing it. I love the way it puts me in a meditative state. I love how I feel calm, content, in a hypnosis state. Mostly I love how it feels to be making something someone might really enjoy.

I love to bake from scratch. My favorite is bread, yeast bread mostly, but also Banana, Pumpkin, etc. I love eating my creation, I love smelling all of through the house.

I love a good rain storm, one that takes the electricity, so that candles and oil lamps can be lit.



I love writing a letter long hand.

I love darning socks, patching holes in clothing (creatively of course), thrifting and budgeting.

I love hanging my clothes on a line to dry.

I love to sit outside, in a the full moon light, star gazing, watching a fire.

I love camping, while I do it in an RV, I'm not at home. I'm by the lake, or in the trees. I gather, I craft, I cook, I hike, it's what people used to do for fun.

I daydream and astral travel to small cabins where TV and internet are not readily available. Where cooking on a fire stove is the norm.

Instead of daydreaming of fancy, cold houses, I'd rather enjoy the simple life.

Much <3 Moo

Looks like 3am on Saturday

So, here is a feel good post.

Last weekend was one ... hurdle after another. While, most of the time I was just like..what else (I didn't learn obviously, sorry about that Universe), I was still in good spirits. Even through a migraine, even through the heat and everything.

But, when I finally nearly broke down into a puddle of sobbing/snotty Moo'ness, it happened, there in the middle of nowhere Oklahoma.

This man, out of the kindness of his heart, without knowing who Moo is, said that he would help us. No strings required. WHO DOES THAT ANYMORE? Well.. apparently, he does, so does my friend Monica.

Monica totally adopted Mason and took absolute care of him until he was on his way to Nebraska. She will be HEAVILY rewarded. I can't even begin to thank her, even though I have, it still doesn't feel enough. I will blog about how she will be rewarded and thanked for being a kick-ass hottie!

SO anyway, this kind man has had the trailer and motorcycle at his house this week. We'll be leaving the house Saturday morning 3am to drive back up and get it.

So, to reward this gentleman (named Bill) and his wife Edith, we are taking them some Fillet Mignons for their troubles and their kindness. She sounded excited to throw them on the grill.

Repay with kindness and gratitude.

Thank you State of Oklahoma. You have been WONDERFUL!

<3 Moo

How Little Some Things Mean to Others..

Tuesday. It was a busy day.

Around lunch time, everything turned topsy-turvy. Let me explain.

Back in April, I received an email from a customer, explaining that one of their very respected and loved members of management had unexpectedly passed away. I had met this person only once, but he was a very nice man.

I contacted my sales rep, and we discussed sending his wife a plant (I have a hard time sending flowers, they don't last long, a plant can be something beautiful for years) with our sympathies. He made the arrangements and that was the last we'd heard.

So, here I am around lunchtime at work, and a phone call comes through to my extension. I pick it up, and a very sweet woman on the other end says she's looking for a mailing address to send thank you cards to him and myself. She didn't realize that I was the Melissa she was looking for.

I explained that I was one of who she was looking for, and I told her that I was sincerely sorry for her loss. She started crying which in turn made me start to cry.

I asked for her number, told her I would regain my composure, and find his mailing address to his house (where he works out of) and return her call.

After hanging up, I called the sales rep and let him in on what was going on. I asked if he wanted to call her back, and he didn't feel he could handle her tears, especially since he had never met the man that had passed.

I regained my composure, and called her back. The return call was even harder than the first. She apologized for not doing this sooner, and I assured her that there was no time line on mourning and tears for the loss of a loved one.

She dropped another heart-wrencher, they had lost their son about six months before her husband passed. That is a LOT for anyone to go through. My heart really went out to her.

After hanging up, I advised a manger. What they said (and I won't go into it here) was not only RUDE and HEARTLESS, it was rather offensive. Apparently "Sensitivity Training" is not for management. I am not only disgusted with this person, I have lost what little respect I have for them in the first place.

What I am trying to say here, people all over this country, this world, are selfish and conceited, that's a sad fact. They will do anything to A) get them to the top B) make them look good and C) make people believe they are something they really aren't.

Someone said the other day that it sounded like I was being drained by a psychic vampire, and I think she's right. I had that initial thought about about a week ago, but I dismissed it, well, considering current events with friends, I believe there are three women, Ladean, Teresa and Lisa that in portraying to the world how "Love and Light" they are, secretly are performing evil little ditties to people they don't like.

Fair enough. What they don't realize, there are MANY more than those three simpletons who know so much more than they do, that would help myself, and the others they are attacking. Plain and simple.

Now, I did mention names, but I didn't mention last names, and while one name is "unique" she is not the only one with this name. Therefore, what I type here, can not be held against me. In other words, prove it.

I'm not into retaliation (like they are) but I am all for protection and others learning a lesson. Besides, one of these days, these people are going to get the fact that they are not important. Not to me. Not to the people they have discarded. I waited it out, people are finding out the truth. Actually, they are often mocked. I know it should, but that does kind of amuse me.

So, since I had my day to me today, and did crafts, watched mushy movies, and overall just had a Moo day, regardless of the Retrograde, I'm feeling the changes, and they are good.

By the way, I received this hand (I believe crocheted) bag.. right now, it has my Healing stones in it. Thank you Katie, it is perfect and very beautiful!

I feel a glass of vino in my future, like, just before bed.

Much love! <3

Retract.. yes, I know..

Here's a shout out to some VERY important and amazing people in my life that I love and adore!

Robyn!
Donna!
Lisa and Pat!
Mickey!
Rose!

Then, believe it or not, I'm going to shout out to some dudes that have kept my sanity, made me laugh, and are just there for me!

Bruce!
Cary!
Seth!
Chuc!
Steven!
Stephen!
Jacob!

My lists are long but I had to make sure at least a few were acknowledged.

Tomorrow is Friday! Woot! Much <3 Moo

My White Trailer Trash Dream

I know, that title is kind of off-putting BUT it was exactly as it sounds.

The more I think about it, the more it feels like a previous life recall. Lovely. Is that really what it was? I'm not sure. I'll share it with you, but I'm not convinced it was so.

The dream started that I was married to this older man (say, 60ish) that was very controlling and well, also represented the title. I had no recollection of the what and how that led up to this nuptial agreement but, ew. I don't know what I was doing for a living but it was in the low pay grade and felt degrading. I saw myself as alarmingly thin, my hair was long and stringy and overall I looked poor and unhealthy.

The apartment complex we lived in was rundown, there wasn't much material wealth to be had. The section we were in had linked apartments of seven in a row. At the time I entered the dream, we were getting ready to go to a function, I think for his work, I remember feeling that I didn't want to go, and was kind of upset that I had to. Maybe I had to work early and felt tired, I don't remember exactly.

While at this low tech function, I felt uncomfortable and wanted to leave. My husband got very angry with me and yelled at me in front of everyone, in fact, I believe he left me there, where I didn't know where I was, or how to get home. I felt very vulnerable and it felt like someone had spiked my drink because I felt dizzy and misplaced. The next thing I knew, I was in bed at home with him, it was about 4am and I woke up feeling miserable. I told him I wanted a divorce.

He was angry and did not want to hear what I was saying. I picked up my things (which wasn't much) and walked to the apartment office and asked for another apartment on the opposite end. I didn't know how I was going to afford it but I got another apartment. It was filthy but it was somewhere to sleep.

Little did I know that my soon to be ex-husband and the landlord were buddies, because, the very next night, the landlord was putting some sort of sleeping gas in the vent system in my room, and they were carrying me to my ex's bed and letting another family back into the room I was staying in. Well, I would wake up, angry in my ex's bed, run back down to my other room, only to find the other family in my room, they were yelling and degrading one of their children so badly, that I called the police on them and the landlord and my husband. What a conspiracy.

Then, I woke up. But it all was so real.

I erased what I typed afterwards because it was a rant and I'm sure deemed unnecessary by others. So there you have it.

Have a good Monday.

<3 Moo

Oh Beautiful Friday

There will be sweet relief today, special meds to help. This also means, most likely, I will be out of commission most of the weekend, maybe not. All I care about is getting through this mass of stress and pain and get to the happy go lucky Moo again. I’m not as bad as I have been, but I need to just get through it to feel the good on the other side.

Just hearing the word “Friday” has lifted my spirits. After last week being a short week, this one seemed like a month long. Work has been hectic and I know that is a lot of what triggered this crap. Secretly (and maybe not so much now after posting it here) I have been telling the Universe that I need change with my career. After 13 years, I really don’t feel appreciated, I’m not the squeaky wheel that management seems to be so afraid of, so I get taken advantage of, looked over, underestimated and I’m really tired of it.

 

Companies want dedicated workers, and gripe about overturn and lack of work ethics, yet, when someone is a constant for them, reliable and trustworthy; they simply won’t acknowledge that in a worker. I’ll stop there before I get all worked up again.

Tomorrow we get the new back fence. I’m keeping some of the wood for crafts (as the wood is from 1982 and it is the perfect “barn wood” look) for myself and my mother. I wish I could keep more but that is just not logical. While Stuart is at home, maybe I will venture out and hit a few garage sales. I could invite my mother over (she loves garage sales more than *I* do) and we could make a day of it. She hasn’t come over and just enjoyed Moo time for quite a while. She’s been too busy trying to take care of my step-dad, Randy. He could come too, spend the day with Stuart watching manflicks, and mom and I could go out shopping! I could look for more goodies at a good price for the kitchen.

 Speaking of the kitchen, I advised Stuart of my decision, and while he appreciated the “Under $100” part, he put his hand up and with sass said “Talk to the Hand”. Basically I’ll be on my own, but that is OK because I’m excited about it!

Well, my project for the craft exchange.. believe it or not is almost finished.. I’m excited and will be probably (possibly) mailing it out on Monday. Far cry from me thinking it was going to take all month! (Ya’ see that Donna? LOL)

Enjoy today, be safe this weekend. Enjoy those that hold you up and stick with you.

<3 Moo