Season of Joy

snowmanDecember is stressful for me. It’s not because something negative is happening in my domestic nest, it’s because I feel bombarded by the overall busyness of society during this time of year.

People are scattered everywhere buying things they normally would not buy because of an obligation they call the Holiday Season. Crowds and lines of people appear in places that are usually quiet and manageable. City streets overflow with aggressive traffic. Parking lots become mechanical oceans and humans transform into hungry sharks devouring their retail prey. Instinctively, mindlessly, society recreates this month after month, year after year, decade after decade.

This is not the season of joy, it’s the season of money.


My new life as a married go-get-her. I’ve stayed busy since my 85yr old mother retired and moved to our neighborhood. My once slow-paced daily routine with my new husband, Wylde, has been replaced by regular trips to the doctor, casinos, shopping centers, restaurants, parks, and beauty salons.

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Monsoon season in Las Vegas, Nevada can bring about crazy weather. This mighty little rainstorm crashed into our neighborhood yesterday and left behind a river of muddy water running down the street.

DSC_0008The backyard garden didn’t fare out much better as the rain filled in the pathways and created a collection of islands and lagoons. Of course, the mesquite tree in the island must have felt as if it won a liquid lottery!

DSC_0014DSC_0016DSC_0017DSC_0018The storm only lasted about fifteen minutes, so I had enough time to grab my GoPro and film some of mother nature’s temper tantrum. Watch this video closely and notice two neighbor boys running wildly through the downpour. I might have done the same thing if I wasn’t afraid of being struck by lightning!

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Drama Queens

Gay DramaAt the turn of the millennium my mother experienced the unfortunate joy of living next door to a pair of middle-aged gay drama queens. In the beginning of their friendship everything went well as the older pot-bellied queen (Steve) enjoyed being a stay-at-home drunk who greeted my mother daily with polite waves and smiles as she arrived home from work each afternoon. The younger one (Darrell) was a hard-working man who spent most of his time earning a living to support the drinking habits of his lazy boyfriend and to buy supplies for their home renovation.

The friendship between my mother and Steve grew as he slowly seeped into her daily life with more frequent carport conversations and random unannounced visits. Their unusual relationship remained consistent for about a year or two and Steve took on the role of the “fix-it” guy next door. Eventually the neighborly friendship between the trio came to an abrupt end because Steve overstepped the boundaries of trust and was caught spreading lies and gossip throughout the neighborhood. But this story isn’t really about gay drama, it’s about the unprofessional reaction of the mobile home park’s manager as she responded to a false complaint of homophobia filed by Steve in retaliation to my mother ending their friendship.

(Words highlighted in yellow are offensive to the LGBT community.)Original letter blog-BLURRED

As if the letter was not offensive enough, the words tolerance, lifestyle, and chosen, all have negative undertones that reflect the ignorance of society in understanding homosexuality. It’s not tolerance the gay community wants, it’s acceptance.

TOLERANCE: acceptance of different views: the acceptance of the differing views of other people, e.g. in religious or political matters, and fairness toward the people who hold these different views.

To say one is tolerant of gays is to say one does not agree with homosexuality. Being gay is NOT an opinion, it is a fact.

The word lifestyle isn’t unique to gay people as we live our lives just the same as anyone else. We work, shop, eat, sleep, raise families, visit friends, etc.. The correct usage would be “human lifestyle” because sexuality does not have anything to do with the way a person lives.

Lastly, homosexuality is not a choice. We are born this way.

Needless to say, my mother who fiercely defends the LGBT community, marched herself down to the community office and raised a bit of Sagittarian hell with the manager over her accusation of homophobia. By the time she was finished, the manager’s tail was neatly tucked between her legs and an apology letter was promptly sent.


After the apology letter, everything worked out between my mother and the manager of the park and they formed a respectful friendship. Unfortunately, the political incorrectness of the manager’s word choice about homosexuality was never discussed. Jeanne was not necessarily anti-gay. She was most likely uniformed and socially preconditioned to view the LGBT community through the eyes of society’s discriminatory past.

As for Steve and Darrell…well….what can be said about a pair of washed-up old gay drama queens? For a year or two they continued to disrupt the lives of other residents and eventually were forced to moved out-of-state, friendless and despised.

Tree Of Life

As you know, I am not a religious person. Actually, I despise what organized religion does to civilized society because it promotes hate and judgment against those who do not follow the teachings of the Bible, or whatever ancient papyrus scroll somebody pulled out of the dirt. However, I do believe in Mother Nature, especially when she takes it upon herself to set the record straight about who has control over this planet and based on the pictures below, it sure as hell isn’t religion!


Following a fierce wind storm, a mesquite tree fell on a Tree Of Life Ministries vehicle, smashing its windshield and holding it captive under the tangled weight of her branches.

TREE05Oh the irony…


My Imagination

Far north blogThe story – In a land far away lived the secret society of the Nautical Goths. Once powerful and vast they controlled all of the land in the northern hemisphere…until that terrible day when the evil of the Far North sunk their fleet of powerful ships and exiled them to spend eternity hidden beneath the sea. Held captive by sharks and imprisoned by ice the quest for freedom began.

A Boy’s Letter

I gave this letter to my mother when I was just a boy, complete with a hand-drawn bouquet of flowers to express my undying love for her. I enjoyed reading this letter because it gave a glimpse into my overly dramatic emotions and into my mother’s “gambling” habits. Haha


My reference to puppets is because I collected marionettes, which I loved more than anything else. I spent all of my spare time creating plays and building stage sets for the puppet shows I would put on for my family. At one point in my early teenage years I actually landed a job performing puppet shows….but I will leave that story for another day.