All things glittery on a cold winter’s night

Mom and I are suckers this time of year for all things glittery, shiny, musical, and anything goodwill that reeks of Christmas.  We’re also suckers for small furry creatures without homes.

So, Mom decides to feed the neighborhood feral cats.  According to her, it is hard for them to forage for themselves in below freezing temps.  That all of their food supply hunkers down when it snows and ices up.  Now I’m thinking sensible rodents need to eat too, so obviously they can’t be all hunkered down and hidden from starving cats.  But hey, I’m not going argue.

Got to admit I enjoy watching the poor, cold, skinny cats that come to feast at our garage door.  They sit and stare at us through glittery Christmas windows with death glares while awaiting their meal.

But there’s this one special cat, not a feral, but one that has lived far too long at the local rescue shelter.  A pretty kitty, an adult female with watchful eyes that defines the word introvert.  Gem is aptly named, and Mom and I have debated seriously over the possibility of adopting her for about 3 months.  Gem has lived at the shelter for almost 1-1/2 years.  Came in very pregnant and starving.  Her babies lived, were adopted, and there Gem stayed to calmly watch many more adult, adolescent, and baby cats snatched with love and carried off to their furever homes.

We decided, it’s Christmas.  If we’re going to do this, we need to do it before the Holidays.  So, we did.  Already have three cats, all rescues in their time.  But you know, the four of them now seem to get along quite well.  Curious about the new girl, yes, but calmly accepting of her as she is them.  We won’t discuss the role of our two dogs in this new family arrangement.

So, yeah, I think it was the right move.  We have brought a soft and gentle creature without a home into ours.  If she is not outwardly appreciative, at least she doesn’t bite, and seems to accept it all.  Mom says she’ll become more trustful with time.  OK.  Tell that to the dogs.  We are all feeling good about ourselves today.  Very Christmasy.

And then suddenly Mom is crying.  Her cousin died this weekend.  I’m thinking rotten news for his family this Christmas.  And his family is massive.  This small, quiet, faithful man who proceeded to work and care for not only his biological children, but literally dozens of foster children that at one point were out there alone in the cold.

Some had families that they eventually were reunited with.  A lot did not.  This man and his wife adopted over a dozen children over 40+ years of marriage.  They brought those children who were thrown into foster care, some feral, some shy, into a warm and loving forever home.

There are grandchildren now, and Christmas at their modest house is simple, but filled with all things love and lot’s and lot’s of family.  I can’t think of anything more shiny and glittery than that.  I love you, Mom’s cousin that I never met, and I am humbled.  And I wish for you the best Christmas that you have ever had.  Pretty sure God rocks it!

~ Gean

 

 

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‘Tis the Season!

Some where in the Frigid Northeast of The United States of America, there is an infant shivering in the cold.  Like 5 degree temperature Fahrenheit, folks.

No, no, not in a manger with shepherds and  brilliant guiding stars, and angels singing on high from above, but on a sidewalk in a small town in the U.S. North with approximately one-half of the local citizenry as witnesses.  And canned, recorded, old Christmas music blaring over the local emergency broadcast system.

Mama and Dada brought their precious child to his first small town Christmas parade.

You know the parades where every fire company in a 50 mile radius cleans and decorates their majestic fire trucks.  Rescue trucks too. Candy is thrown to the excited children.  Tractor stores, Tree Trimming companies, Septic Cleaning companies, High School hockey teams, Veteran’s groups, Honor Guards, Local Churches, the Sheriff, the Local Police, EMS in the parade – it really is great to watch all of the small town camaraderie.  Lots of back slapping and reminiscing and laughter.  Other than freezing toes, I was really in to this small town expression of brotherly love.

Then, someone smelled a Poopy diaper, or maybe a bad ass fart.  Ah, poor baby got passed off to Mama to investigate and remedy the situation on the spot.  So sad for baby.

Shivering in the cold.

Meanwhile, Baby Boomer Mom is slowly backing up into me.   “We need to move further down,” she says.  OK, so we do.  Away from small baby.  And I’m thinking, “Wow, the smell.”

At a safe distance half way down the block, I notice Mom sneaking peeks at the family scene we just left behind.   “Damn,” she says.  “Those beans flat tore me up.  We just really needed to get out of there before they opened up the diaper.”

My mom.  Please, if there is a God in Heaven, forgive her.

Poor baby.

Joys of Aunthood

In other news today, it seems that youngest nephew decided to pee in big sister’s toy teapot and serve it to her dolls. About the same time as the tea party (which sister missed), sister was having the lump and cut on her head examined by the school nurse.  Note:  Walking backwards in the hall using the “eyes in the back of her head” doesn’t work as well as Mommy’s eyes do in the back of HER head.

I prefer to think of my nieces and nephews as gifted and creative.  They think outside the box.  WAY outside the box, but with only the genius a child can possess.

Others. I fear, see them as:

1) so far away from the box they can’t see the edges anymore, or

2) that they are buried deep within the darkness of the box.

I really love these kids!

~ Gean

My Acne Story

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I’ve struggled with acne for a long time. It started with just a few spots here and there. I remember my family telling me not to worry, that it was normal for a teenager.  But as I went through my teenage years it seemed to get worse, not better. I tried everything that’s out there for acne – every product, treatment, or pill. Doctors continued to give me remedies that didn’t help. They always said it gets worse, and then better. But better never came to my house. He probably skipped my street.

So, acne made me feel self-conscious in a big, big way. I felt like I had pizza face. I felt like people judged me. I felt unattractive and less confident. I felt like people were staring at me all the time, that they were looking at my acne instead of me. And that gave me a lot of anxiety making me feel really, really bad about myself.  I wasn’t beautiful, and it was so important to me to be beautiful.

I used to cake make-up on, and it never seemed to be enough.  People always told me that make-up causes acne.  Fun fact:  it doesn’t cause acne, but it does clog pores.

When I was about 15 or 16, I went to see a dermatologist, and he gave me some cream and some pills to take.  My acne got worse and worse, but then it gradually got better as time went on.  I’d see good results, but every time I saw good results, I’d stop the prescription creams and pills.  A few months would go by, and sure enough, acne came back even worse than before.  I finally started using the cream again, and really sticking to it and thought it was gone for good.

I was about 17 when it popped up like crazy all over my face.  There seriously wasn’t a space between what was a pimple and a space that was clear.  It tore at my confidence.  It made me feel so bad that I finally just told myself: I love my acne, and I love myself.  I just really didn’t give a f*ck about what people thought.

Finally, I found a brand – Origins.  Turns out sticking to one brand that contains all natural ingredients was one of the main keys that helped me control my acne. I’m happy with myself today.   Yes, I still have marks and some acne here and there, but I love my acne because it’s a part of me.

So, here’s a big Life Lesson:  At the end of the day know that you’re beautiful and strong.   Never let anyone tell you you’re not.  Stay true to yourself and love yourself. I think that is one of the most important things ever to know in life.  ~ Gean