Men and Boobies

My friend Wendy at Gardenplum just had her Grand Opening. She is now featuring my Goddesses, and sent out this funny intro in her newsletter.

"A Funny Story...
Man or Beast Alive MUST TOUCH THE NECKLACE!
Greetings! Here is a pic of me in the necklace that is involved with my story! Its such a funny story about these wonderful earth dwelling cherubs full of woman power!

I received this package of homemade sculptures from my friend Heike from California. All of the sculptures were sitting out in a row. A member of the male species walked by once, twice, then NOPE - he is touching the boobies! He could not resist them! Can you blame him? LOOK at them! I think the little spirals painted in them must have hypnotized him so he could not walk away. I laughed in delight.

Wearing this necklace (I'm wearing Moon Goddess in the photo) made me feel like the Goddess Archetype in all of her curves!They just FEEL nice! They feel heavy and grounding, each handmade and has its own sacred symbols. Enjoy reading about them and their folklore, and please join me in welcoming Heike and her Goddess Sculptures to the Gallery."

It is the phenononem of the swirly boobies. I have had several male friends tell me the same thing, LOL, that they can't keep their eyes off the swirls, that they are almost hypnotic.

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What I am grateful for: My Goddesses

What I am manifesting: Sales!

Spring Fever ~ about a month too soon....

Our weather is so strange. Here it is, the end of January, and the sun is shining bright, and my little temperature widget is showing 58 degrees. I was just outside, checking my backyard for survivors of our not very cold winter.

We need rain.

I want to plant.

This weather makes me want to get out there and plant tomatoes or something. But I won't, because I know they will freeze to death at night. But my fingers are itching to dig in the dirt, to relocate beds, to buy little bitty plants....For those who know me, they are probably laughing. I always have these farmer aspirations in the early Spring, but I clearly do not have a green thumb. I forget to water things, and our Summers are so hot. This year, I am building a water system. Thankfully, I was graced with an inquisitive streak and a knack for experimenting, if not with a tendency to be consistant.

Plus, I want real food. Even though we are in CA, it seems organic, non-chemical food is at a premium price. It just kills me, I am on a artist budget with a taste for an organic lifestyle :).

So instead of digging in the dirt, I pooper scooped, cut my geranium back (this plant is a miracle, I think it is a moon specimen, I NEVER water it. Yet, it has lived with me and graced me with huge red flowers for over 5 years!), and got excited that the fig tree I planted last Summer is still alive. Rex adopted it's roots as a bone storage....so I regularly had to cover the roots back up.

All is well...

What I am grateful for: Tomatoe catalogs and stories of Victory Gardens

What I am manifesting: Sales!!

I have to do WHAT??

So I have finally recoupperated from the Presidential Inauguration.

:)

I swear, I was pooped by the time President Obama and Michelle Obama hit the last ball. The few days before, I admit, I was a bit tired of hearing about all the things to come. But the Inauguration was a moment to remember, with all its' wonderful human flaws.

And yes, they really made President Obama do the Oath over again the next day, just incase he was not really President... (rolling my eyes).

Ok, America, it is time to get off your ass!!

Yes, it is. It is time for each and every American to get off your ass and do something to help this country recoupe. We have a fresh new man in the lead, but he is no miracle worker. He may be able to pull some levers, but we each need to do our part. That does not mean someone will come by and lift that first ass cheek for you, nope, you are going to have to do this all by yourself.

I spent a few days listening to the heeing and hawing, the "So, is he going to put his money where his mouth is", yadayadayada. All I hear is: "What is President Obama going to do for us now, and how fast is he going to do it?".

If you were listening when he spoke, he said WE will make a change.

Our economy sucks. It is going to affect us all for some time. How about everyone starts by searching out products that say "Made in USA"? That's pretty easy (except for bras, it seems no one in the U.S. makes brassieres any more. Unless you are a DDD, which I am not.) Check out your local businesses and make it a point to purchase from them, buy from local farmers and markets. By from small artists like me when you are searching for a gift, I can guarantee you that much more love and quality go into this item than what you will buy at Wal Mart. Buy from the lady selling Avon (or whatever!), she may be trying to pay her mortgage. If you have to go to big stores for some items, at least try to buy U.S. made. Go to the thrift store! These little things can make a difference, if everyone does them!

Going back to enjoy President Obama :).

What I am grateful for: The roof over my head, my family and friends to laugh with.

What I am manifesting: sales, sales, sales

Hazard insurance for boys

I remember like it was yesterday: When my son was born a boy, I received the "raising a boy advice". My response?

"Oh, he will be great. I AM raising him just like Heike Jr. Same house, same parents...".

Hell, what did I know?? Me, the mother of the perfect female child, the one that had a nervous breakdown when she received a "quiet" card at school? The one that would not utter the word "stupid" (even though her mom has a potty mouth), ever. The child that was nice, well behaved, and respectful at all times (ok, every once in a while there was a hiccup, but I forget those...).

My son is the complete opposite. If he was not so much like me, looked like me, and if I was not the one who squeezed him out, I would say someone switched my baby with an alien child sent to earth to test all limits. OMG..this child has nothing but shit in the brain!

Today, I went to vacuum. I turn it on, and all the dust and dog hair I am vacuuming up blows right past my knees behind me.

"What the hell?"
"B, where is the hose for the vacuum??" (Notice that I already know who has the hose?)
"Oh, here mama." (With a sheepish look, that I already know means trouble.)
"I don't know how that got in there." (Pointing to a long, hard object in the suction hose of the vacuum.)
"What is "that"??"
"My harmonica."

Like I said, nothing but shit in the brain. Unfortunately, he also smart. So the shit has reason. Everything he does has a reason. And if you can stay calm, he will explain everything to you in detail. This is why I have no intact pens in my house, pieces of every imaginable electronic thingy that can be pried apart is, and why nothing ever has batteries.

Why was the harmonica in the vacuum? Because he sucked up a Lego Man, that got stuck. So he pushed the Harmonica in to dislodge the Lego man. Of course!

I hope one day he will be a prize winning engineer, architect, scientist, or doctor, and I will look back at the experimental hazards and know there is a reason for all this inquisitive chaos. Does anyone know of a Hazard Insurance for Boys? (Add a subtitle for dogs??)

I am writing this with deep love in my heart, and laughing :).

What I am grateful for: My kids.

What I am manifesting: : Patience :).

My Gawd!!!! A winner, the Mercury Retrograde, and other miscellaneous mishaps!!

First off, I FORGOT, yes, FORGOT to have a book drawing last month!!

The winner is, Joann @ gmail....I am emailing you!

Congratulations! You are receiving a copy of "Goddess in the Groove ~ Musings From the Goddess Within"!

You can be a winner too! See sidebar, just subscribe to updates, and you could be my next monthly winner :)..

The last days have been embarrassing. Not only do my fingers push SEND before I have gone back and edited out all the curse words or changed the recipients, my mouth opens before the brain has analyzed the consequence of my words as well.

Ah....the Mercury Retrograde. When all communication goes askew...and electrical necessities die. Some say it is a myth..would I lie??

I think I will shut myself away until February 1st.

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What I am grateful for: My kids

What I am manifesting: Keener reaction skills.....

It must be L-O-V-E

Rex and Ruby, at Puppy Love. He went for a day of doggy play!! :) If you are in Sacramento, this is the best place to board your baby :) too!

What I am grateful for: Ruby, the only girl that can tire out my Rexi :).

What I am manifesting: Healing

Where the Heck is Heike??

Happy New Year, my friends!

I am coming out of hiding :)...ready for the the New Year? Who knows??

When I woke up on on the 1st, I thought I was. I have my list, I had my schedule for the classes I wanted to start the next day, I had my books. I even had my piles of laundry and "paper-crap" ready to sort the next day (remember, no cleaning on the 1st??).

So, Mr. Heike had to work, and I had the grand idea to take the dog and the kids, and take a nice long walk to visit Papa. On the way home



Rex, who I will call "The Culprit" saw a cat before I did. The rest is comical history. Rex sees cat, takes a flying leap, I am on the other end of the leash, go flying behind Rex and fall flat on my ass, then my left hip. I hold on. Eventually, I regain control of "The Culprit", and hobble home. My right foot feels strange. I get home, take of my clothes and examine my wounds. I have a huge bruise on the side of my BUTT. Hmmm....my foot sure feels weird. I look down, and my ankle begins to swell. Heike Jr. seems to remember that my right foot went the other way, in the opposite direction of my body. There you have it, I sprained my damn ankle!

I have a phobia of doctors, and happily determined that it was probably not broken, as I was able to walk (bounce? hobble? squeak?) on it. Though I did get a bit uneasy when it swoll up around the back of my foot (which seems to be the tendon that is probably the length of my thigh now) and turned dark blue.

I am happy to say that I am healing. It is still swollen, blue, and I am still limping around, but it is getting better. Damnit! This put my whole Happy New Year Plan to shits. Now I have to catch up, and get going before the Full Moon.

Having to sit around brought some good things. I am learning EFT (tap, tap, tap), which gives me a another venue of healing. I watched "WANTED" with Angelina Jolie (I want to be her :).), started my journal, and that was about all I was allowed to do. No putting up your foot and resting in this house. If I broke my foot we would probably all shrivel up and die.

Ever feel unappreciated? Just hurt yourself, you will see that the world needs you.

As macabre as it may sound, while I was feeling sorry for myself, I got a pep me up. I received an IM, then a follow up email from a friend who said "I was her last hope" :)...she is very pregnant, and sick since Jan. 2. She tried various things, even medication because she was desperate, nothing helped and she was miserable. A remedy popped in, she did it, and a few hours later I received an email of relief :). Love it, the natural world and the gypsy roots are all good. For me, there is nothing more fulfilling than knowing that I can help. Glad you feel better, Mon Amie!

I think we forget sometimes how important we are, each one, in the full circle. Take a moment, a simple email, a thank you, a smile, can change someone else's day, even their outlook.

Much love,
Heike

What I am grateful for: The people I touch with my words.

What I am manifesting: Health & Energy :).