Easter Bunny Honeys

6 Apr

I have to give a shout-out to my West coast friend, Rhiannon, who makes the most adorable, poseable little dolls.  She mostly does flower faeries, but she also does holiday themed dolls as well.  I’ve personally purchased about 20 over the past few years that included bewitching witches and voluptuous mermaids, most of which I have gifted to people in need of a little cheering up.

Check out these Easter bunny honeys!




She has a shop on Etsy, but she does a better business on eBay.  Clicking on any of the photos above will take you to its eBay listing.

Whether you celebrate Easter this year on the 20th of April, or the Spring Equinox on the 20th of March as Ostara or Eostre, Lady Day, the Festival of Trees, Earrach (Celtic for Spring), Gwyl Ganol y Gwanwyn (Welsh), or Alban Eilir (Druidic), Rhiannon’s little ladies are the perfect sweet to add to a young girl’s basket or your sacred altar, and best of all, NO CALORIES!!!


The eBay listings for these adorable honey bunnies ended without a sale and are no longer listed, so if you’re interested in purchasing one from Rhiannon, send her an eBay inquiry by clicking here or visit her on FaceBook.

Tough As Nails Turns Emotional Wreck

21 Mar

I have never had a problem keeping calm, staying rational, taking action and gracefully handling potentially embarrassing personal needs with a cheerful attitude when the “patient” is human.  However, let one of my pets get sick, and I simply can’t cope.

When I took care of my grandmother, I only lost my “tough as nails” composure on two occasions:  the first time she fell down and produced copious amounts of blood from a scalp laceration, and her first night after she collapsed.  The first was a vicious blow because I only just brought her home from the rehabilitation facility and already I’d managed to break her!  The melt-down didn’t last more than 5 minutes, though.  The second was a sleepless 48 hour marathon when she became confused and combative.  A tiny lie (that her physician had ordered bed rest and that’s why I wasn’t letting her get up) restored her composure and my own.   I was sad when she died, but never got hysterical.

And then this past Wednesday my oldest Yorkshire terrier, Mickey, displayed a non-bloody, non-combative yet worrisome symptom that had me sobbing uncontrollably.  I got myself calmed down enough to get him to the vet, but my lip was quivering and my heart was breaking.  Composure?  Never heard of it!  More like hysterical emotional wreckage on a roller coaster; I was positive he was dying.

Now, Mickey is nearly 14 years old, has lost all but his front lower teeth, has a heart murmur and an enlarged prostate, and is pathetically thin and bony from the illness he (along with fellow Yorkies Chrissy and Holly) suffered when he stayed with my step-mother while I was taking care of my grandmother.  Now he has an inoperable tumor growing inside his left nostril with a secondary infection.  Not the best news, but he’s not racing to the Rainbow Bridge just yet.  Phew!

I seriously had to ask myself WTF?  So I brushed my teeth and had a go at self-analysis.

My pets and their care are my personal, forever, no shilly-shallying responsibility, they’re children that will never grow up and take care of themselves, and I feel an inordinate amount of guilt and despair when I fail them in the slightest (and even non-existent) way.  So, even though I didn’t cause any of his problems through abuse or neglect, his total dependence on me for care and protection triggers my mothering instincts when he gets sick (and this is mine and his first shared bout).

But mothering instincts shouldn’t bring on an emotional crisis, thinks I.

My mothering instincts while caring for my grandmother didn’t escalate out of control the way they did with Mickey because, duh, dogs can’t talk.

Communicating with my grandmother was critical to my caring for her, even when her responses were reduced to non-verbal.  Mickey has yet to answer a single question about how he’s feeling or what he’d like me to do for him, even non-verbally.  My only clues are observational and prone to misinterpretation:  He’s eating, he’s not eating, is he starving or just not hungry; he’s active, he’s lethargic, is he about to die or just plain tired; touch here and it hurts, is it broken or is it just sore; panic or don’t panic.  This is what drives me over the edge of sanity.  Without input, I can’t think, I can’t formulate a plan of action, I can’t be rational; I totally lose it!

Neither he nor my other Yorkie, Mindy, who is only four or five months younger, are going to live forever and, like my grandmother, the beginning of their end has started.  I’m going to have to grow some tough nails in a hurry, so I can make their passing as pain-free and comfortable as I did for my grandmother.  After all, there is nothing I can do to stop the passing of those I love.  The best I can do is enjoy and be grateful for the time we have left together.

So here’s my epiphany for the day:  Drama Queen, thou art banished forever!EmotionalWreck

Bubble Gum Thoughts

20 Mar

Odd questions occur to me while I’m brushing my teeth; here’s yesterday’s connundrum:

Trident gum commercials claim that it is recommended by 4 out of 5 dentist for their patients who already chew gum.  The ad doesn’t claim that 4 out of 5 dentists recommend that all their patients should chew gum.

Does this mean that chewing gum is not recommended by dentists?  Is it a case of Trident claiming to be the lesser evil for people who already have a habit that dentist’s discourage?

I hated and despised my marketing course in college, and I still hate and despise the wiggle wording used by the advertising agency.  I think advertisement jockeys are unethical, well-paid liars.

Obviously I find brushing my teeth to be totally boring!

Lying Pinocchio


Amazing Guitar Virtuoso

20 Mar

My friend, Gary, sent me the link to this video of Michael Hedges, who sadly died in 1997 at the age of 44 in a car accident.  I was amazed, and I think you will be amazed, too.  Thanks, Gary!

Guitar Faerie

I’m Home!

15 Jan

Safe, sound and happy!


Celebration of Life for Vivian Parks

29 Dec

A celebration of my grandmother’s life will be held Saturday, January 4, 2013 @ 1:00 pm at Southern Utah Mortuary (190 N 300 W) in Cedar City, Utah. A viewing will be held one hour prior to the services, also at the mortuary under the direction of Southern Utah Mortuary. On-line condolences can be made at http://www.sumortuary.com.

Glamour Shot Grandma

Vivian Lorraine Love Parks

25 Dec

My maternal grandmother, Vivian Lorraine Love Parks, passed away at 4:45 a.m. on Christmas Day, 2013, at age 90.

Grandma 1993

She was born on January 5, 1923 in Belvedere, CA to Charles Wainwright Love and Ethel Blassman Love, the first of five children. She lived and attended school in Glendale, CA until age 10 when the family moved to Covina, CA. She graduated from Covina Union High School in June 1939. She married Dennis Leonard Parks on August 26, 1939; they were married 52 years and 4 months until his death on December 15, 1991.

Dennis worked for North American Aviation and Consolidated Airways during World War II, being moved to Fairfield, CA by Consairway to assist with Pacific Island flights. After the war, they established a chicken ranch in Azusa, CA. Vivian retired from the US Forest Service in January 1985.

Vivian loved sports, played catcher on a girl’s softball team, and played tennis and field hockey in High School. In later life, she took up bowling, usually bowling in leagues twice a week until she suffered a stroke in December 2001. She also loved fishing, and her good friend, Bill James, whom she met in 1996, introduced her to ice fishing; they fished twice a week. They also made two trips to Alaska; Bill caught salmon and she didn’t, but they both caught halibut and cod. After digging for clams, she required liniment to her back and shoulder.

She was preceded in death by her parents, brother Charlie, sister Donna Maeseele, daughters Carol Beverly Parks and Patricia Lorraine Parks, grandson John Johnston II, and her husband. She leaves behind children Lavonne Parks and Randall Parks, sisters Barbara Brown and Evelyn Masters, grandchildren Gary Grewer, Kathryn Cranston, Richard Cranston, Denise Eyre and Shelley Sullivan, great grandchildren Natalie Cranston, Lauren Cranston, Joseph Johnston, John Johnston III, Jason Johnston, Steven Grewer and Stephanie Ann Grewer Foster, and great great grandchildren Jessica Johnston, James Johnston, Joshua Johnston and Aiden Johnston.

Loved by all who knew her for her generosity, determination, perseverance, ingenuity, simplicity, humor and feistiness, she will be sorely missed but never forgotten.


She loved the Jazz and the color pink.


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