Ok, I’m Jewish & my husband is Catholic. Our kids are being raised Jewish. We light candles on Shabbat, we go to Temple on Sunday mornings to learn our Hebrew to be a bat/bar Mitzvah. We sometimes go Friday nights. Passover is coming, about the same time as Easter. One year my husband wanted the…
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Chanukah & Christmas? yes, both. Sorry
my x husband is Catholic, but while married, we agreed we could raise them as Jews. i always felt so very guilty for having both holiday decorations set up. But the kids LOVED it & i do not blame them, twice the fun. Now i am divorced & the kids & i celebrate Hanukkah only….
Wings to fly
This picture was taken on a pier somewhere in Florida, by a kind stranger, old enough to know we could out run him if he chose to take my camera with him. I look happy here, go figure. I think it was because my youngest still loved to snuggle & looked at me as though…
Take science out of schools??!?!?

Do people understand that all the medicines they take & cancer treatments they receive, & dialysis machines…everything to help us & our families to feel better, was created by scientist?
The State of our Union

Even our Union is broken. Congressman & woman fight with one another, who do they work for? Us, not the money, vote them out, the ones who refuse to compromise, vote them out of office, no matter their party. I am married to my opposite, but we’ve learned to compromise with each other. Because we are grown ups. Because we love each other & what we are, a family. We (it is ‘we’ isn’t it? People & the land are ‘we’), as a country, are giving up & pulling out. I drive down our roads & there is nothing to see but FOR SALE signs. This is NOT who we are. We have families, we have homes with friends & dogs & cats & birds & fish… These are the things that define who we are, do you really want to sell WHO we are? But who am I to say this? Nobody, really. I’m just one vote. But I’m paying attention & these ribbons say it all.
I bought Blue from a breeder

He & his brother were left, he was about 3 months old. His brother was wild & had Sophie’s Jacket in his mouth & Sophie was just laughing. In the car behind me was my 3 month old baby boy. The little girl being held by a solid white husky, I looked at the other dog, hiding in the corner. I asked the owner, why he was hiding. She said,”That one is very shy” I thought shy is good because of my 2 year old, 3month old & 7 year old. My husband had left for duty first in Dubai, he said buy that Husky you always wanted, the dog will make it easier to stay alone. “Hi Blue” my brother Michal had come to help. I picked up Blue & put him in the crate in the back seat handed over a $400 dol.lar check in her hand. “Hi Blue”
I though it would like to go on walks with us in the double stroller. It was like dragging a boulder. He wanted to go home. Here is a very small patio with a door to a small back yard. He got his exercise pacing in front of the door terrified. So, Blue is an inside dog. Hates walks, likes going outside without a leash, we have no fence, but he doesn’t leave the property much. This morning he decided he could not come when called. So Nala who is on a leash, go inside. It’s 5 a.m. I woke up at 3:30 again so it was dark when we went out.I knew that as soon as Blue noticed we had gone in, he would run up the back deck doors as get his only exercise, pacing & scared. So I let in my 100 pound almost 9 year old Beastie, I touch his back. I don’t remember doing that. But I had left evidence behind, Blue has Cobalt Blue Hue paint was on his back. I was painting & for some reason I get paint in the strangest places & it would drive my husband CRAZY about paint everywhere. Now, it just rolls off his back. I left the blue paint on Blues back, to show the kids, who will think its too funny.
The photograph was given to me by April she the big cheese of Alabama Siberian Husky. I was friends with the Alabama Siberian Husky on Facebook, so I could look at cute dogs.Then I see on FB this face of an angel. It said that she & her brother had a week left before she would be put to death. So I wrote to April & she said I had to fill out this form. This was serious business. She came to the house to see if we would be good fosters for Nala ( the kids named her, they had seen, ‘Lion king’ the day before) Nala came in very sore from being fixed. The rescue fixes & checks for heart worms & other things, they get all there shots, then we got her & a gift bag full of dog toys. & thats when I learned, I have just met the woman with the biggest heart in the world. I made this for her, from her photo. Two weeks with Nala, April started telling me that I need to put pictures of her & stories. So she can find her forever home. I kept thinking, this is her forever home. I told April the first week she was hurting, so we couldn’t figure out her personality. The next week she felt better & we realized her last name was Saab. We called April & paid her the low price of 300 dollars. My children have a box for charity & they wanted the money to go to the “Human Society” But they gave every bit of their money to April. She sat in our chair with her baby & maybe 50 dollars in quarters. This was during our interview, the kids wanted Nala,so badly. We have always given our charity money to our Temple Tots preschool. This year its gonna go to the lady with the big heart that gave us Nala. PLEASE, PLEASE if you want a special breed, PLEASE look on line to see if your desired breed as a rescue program. Or rescue a dog who is on death row. I will never buy from a breeder, I will rescue/foster first.
Can’t grow these if I got down on my knees & prayed to the god of the Petunia

Everywhere I go, they have above the concrete, in baskets, blasted by the sun for 18 hours a day & they still look like they just stepped out of a refreshing shower. I see them in large copper or metal drums being cooked alive & they don’t wilt, whimper, whine. They look as though God created them from tissue paper, but have the strength & endurance of titanium. Until I get them to my house, droopy as I take them out of the trunk, coughing & fainting from the execration of being moved from the tables sitting above the concrete parking lot at Lowes to my house. I plant them in the very best dirt (gosh, I’m an ass) money can buy. I put them in 12 hours of sun & in a week all the leaves are gone. Their stems look like the elbows & knees of a 6 foot tall 13 year old with one pathetic, pink saran wrap hanging on to life by sheer stupidity.
So I just take pictures of Petunia wherever I go & if no one is looking, whisper in their ears, “stuck up snob!” See, what I figure, no one ever comes to my house by choice & the petunia is a popularity seeking little brat. I am beneath its notice & nobody loves me, so I’m gonna go eat dirt. Not really, maybe a yogurt or something…
I’m gonna go tell my wholly flowers that do like me, that I like them too.
These ferns are in front of our house, I love them because they’ve got a wee purple to them. BUT my black thumb has struck again!

On Monday, I had gone to Leaf & Petal, it was a great day, no cane & w/ little pain. & so I walked & looked & drooled (shhhh). I was trying to correct another mistake. Last year the spot beside my garage got 3 hours full sun, which I considered shade. So we plant 3 hydrangea & some other shade lover. They FRIED, DRIED & most died. Shade had become sun because my husband & his chain saw took the shade to the curb for the trash guys to take away. So I was going to fix it. I bought sun lovers, I got home after many a chore, very sore. The next morning I got that stomach bug. Threw up for hours (tMI?) slept on the bathroom floor. Wishing…anyway I got better or thought I had until S. showed me a UNOPENED can of tuna & I gagged. Two days pass…ive gained enough strength to pee the dogs & with shock & despair, I see toppled over, some dead, some half way there my ^#@&ing $70 dollars worth of plants I had left in their pots to plant the next day.
Anyway, I’m done with my tragic story, a dream really. A dream about a girl who wants to be able to have gardens blooming, but instead has moles who put holes in my daises & my black eyed susans & the birds who eat my blueberries & strawberries. And a dog that washed her face on a dead mole my cat killed. But this fern is nice.
