I really don’t blog about my pants enough. In fact, the last time I blogged about my pants, I was at MJ’s house and received a call from Freedom at like 6 in the morning and, well, now he inhabits the basement. Where will this pantastic blo…

I really don’t blog about my pants enough. In fact, the last time I blogged about my pants, I was at MJ’s house and received a call from Freedom at like 6 in the morning and, well, now he inhabits the basement. Where will this pantastic blo…

Shamanic Reiki Techniques Attention Reiki practitioners!                                                                Refresh your memory and  learn something new! This workshop will review techniques such as Byosen scanning, sending Reiki with the eyes, Reiki Undo, clearing and smoothing the aura. You will also will learn the crossover technique, a great technique for stroke victims or children/adults with learning disabilities.  It’s a wonderful technique [...]

I am so happy that 2010 is ending. I cannot begin to express my delight in waving goodbye to this horrid, horrid year. Granted, I had quite a bit of fun, but the last half has been… meh. I’m done. I’m also don, because I cannot type a…

There’s no other way to describe it. From the series of phone calls today, to the support of my friends online and even the offer to help me financially from someone I just kind of know… I am a lucky, lucky girl. Y’all are awesome. Ea…

Maybe, soon, I’ll stop with the writing analogies. Or not. Its a theme, and, this is my 2nd blog in a week in a looooong time. Whatever works, right? I’m much better after my emotional meltdown. Feeling things, and not stuffing them back in…

When staring at that blank page that writers tend to face, all the experts, the icons and the idiots say to just start writing, no matter how intimidating that entire page may be. So, what the hell, I’m writing. I’m blogging. I’m proc…

That’s what they say, anyway. Much like another blogger I know (cough cough), I’m tired of being less laughy and too seriousy. Seriously. I guess I’m lucky that I have a mob of relatively insane superhuman laugh machines that I built …

I really never thought of myself as a hippie until recently.  I guess I really always was one, and it is rather funny to me that I never realized it until I came to Hippymom a few years ago.  I am 50 years old, so I remember hippies of the 60s and 70…

I don’t want to sound all superior, but I wanted to state, on record, that I do talk to walls. Lessons in futility, that thing about insanity being the action of doing the same thing over again, expecting different results, etc. My wheels doth sp…