Years End & Taking Inventory


I am sure at some point in our lives we have seen a  business posting a sign saying, Closed Due To Taken Inventory or Inventory Sale. Inventory is another name for stock, the contents.

So when we say we are taking a personal inventory, we are taking time to sort all the things we deal with in a daily basis. When it comes to we humans there is  5 inventory categories. The spiritual, the relational, the work, the financial and the physical.. If you notice the first one is the a spiritual inventory, which consists of God. Your church and quiet time. The relational inventory is all about family, friends and people we work with.. Our work is all about our career, education, our job and goals pertaining to that.The financial  is all about saving and investing. And last the physical is all about exercise, diet and rest.

To be able to keep everything in order we have to tend to number one, spiritual inventory and the rest will be tended to that much easier, so that our lives flow and not go against the current.

It is not always easy to take inventory of ourselves because there are times we don’t like what we are seeing. We really need to concentrate on putting those things in order and there is help out there to do that. Admitting that we do need help is the beginning of getting our inner house in order.

With a new year on the horizon, why not make it your goal to take inventory  and start the new year off with a new inner house?

Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For my yoke is easy and my burden is light. – Matthew 11:28-30 –

Pen! Paper! Action! A Star Is Born!

Rick Riordan said ~ Writing a book is always hard work. It’s much easier to think of new ideas. You’ll get to the middle of the manuscript and you’ll think, ‘Oh, this is too hard. I think I’ll start another book instead and that will be easier.’ DON’T! That new book won’t be any easier.



I sit here on any given day, tap away at this keyboard, writing, editing, re-writing, blogging, adding, taking away. And periodically lean back into my chair, rub my eyes, rub my fore arms and hands, and look at the mass of paper before me, binders of poetry and thoughts, pens and folders, books and calenders, under a dim desk lamp light.

It is my passion this bringing characters to life, putting my thoughts down and depending how I am feeling at the time, those thoughts range from naughty, nice, saracastic and at times a little evil. However the best part is how it gets me through some painful hours by closing my eyes, focusing on something I want to write about, setting the scene and not opening my eyes till my body is rested enough to continue putting my thoughts down without interruption. Nothing worthy comes easy with this dam AS!! I fight for time, a little time to create daily and not matter how much time I am alloted, I am happy with it.

So amongest the pile of words on paper in front of me is this book I wrote over a 2 year span which I have started editing myself.. yuk!!.. but I do a little at time, just in case some day I am able to follow through with bringing it to another level, meaning a published effect. I love making up my own terms like that.. ha!

Then I had a thought tonite, why not turn my story into a screenplay??? So breifly I looked up what that would entail, it will be a challenge, but I love to be challenged. At this point I am not positive how long it will take, that being just one of the questions I will research answers to.

I am excited about giving my book a new life, a new beginning and look forward to seeing how it will grow in what ever direction that may be.


Who knows, maybe a new star will be born!

Words Are Poison To The Earth


I am a people watcher and sometimes I run into people that blow my mind with their total lack of respect for others.


I am truly sickened and insulted by what I read today, in my presence. A member of a league I am in, said, she got a call to say a native reservation was looking for food. Her answer to that, was she don’t give away anything, they are Indians, they can go and hunt for their food. – even to type that comment turns my stomach. I am ojibway native and will not associate with such ignorant people. Karma is a bitch and just maybe some day she will be hungry and the only person with food to share is a native, will she accept it then?.. This is racism and the worse kind is in our own backyards.

Comments I got from other members are…

*“Take a group of children, one Native American, one African American, one Caucasian, one Asian American, one Spanish American, one Arab American, and one Cuban American, all about three to four years old and tell them to go out and play. The astonishing fact is that they will play and have fun because racism is a learned trait not an inherited trait.”

*“Unbelievable how some people act.”


Then I got messaged by this member saying..

sorry — didn’t mean to offend you personally.”

I answered..

“I don’t think you realize what comments like that can do.. and yes to myself personally, my father was taken from his home and put in residential schools as a youngster.. but more than that.. when you say things like that, it is said against a nation of people.. and it teaches ignorance. I am blown away that you think saying such a thing in a public forum would of been ok..even to someone who is not native.”

Her last response was…

“everyone says things at one time or another that offends someone.  I said I was sorry and mean it.”


I don’t know the age of this person, but responsible adults have empathy and think before they open their mouths.

I pity her and all those who think like her.

People like this are the toxic that pollute our world.


An Article Found.. A Great Read.. Enjoy!

I seen this article on FB and wanted to share it. I really enjoyed it and agree with it. Do you?

Why Men Aren’t Really Men Anymore By Paul Hudson


There was once a time when men used to be real men. When they dressed with style, when they had a certain honor code they followed that involved treating not only their elders and each other with respect, but women alike. Unfortunately, those days are far- gone — a thing of the past. What we have now is… to be quite honest, I’m not sure.

There are of course certain men out there who still have their affairs in order, but we are few in number. What people are most often subject to is the company of boys who are refusing to grow up and man up — boys who prefer to play with their toys than to do their part in bettering society, the human race and the world as a whole. These poor excuses for men have the bodies of adults and the mentalities, as well as the social outlook of toddlers. Horny toddlers, but toddlers nonetheless.

It’s all about character — or in this case, the lack of character. Something has been happening during this era by “dubbed the “information age.” Social media platforms have taken away the need to interact face to face, taking away the need for actual interaction. This is great in many regards: you can now keep in touch with friends and family all over the world from a handheld device.

However, much of the interpersonal confrontations are now also taking place online. People no longer feel that they have a need to meet in person to discuss their differences; they can now troll each other online. People are using the Internet as a shield, hiding behind IP addresses in order to speak their minds. The Internet acts like beer-muscles. It makes you believe that you are stronger than you actually are, making you more aggressive. There is nothing wrong with being aggressive when circumstances require it.

Personally, when my fight or flight response mechanism kicks in, I always go with fight. It’s not by choice; it’s just the way that I am wired. Online, people have no need to run away because they are already in hiding — so they always choose to “fight.” Although the fighting they do is just about as significant as the fighting I do when I by play Call of Duty.

The same interaction from beneath cover can be seen when we look at the intercommunication between men and women. It is no secret that both men and women alike have sexual urges. Men, however, feel the need to get off more often than most women. So instead of having to spend the time to meet a real woman and have actual sexual intercourse, they by watch porn.

Instead of going out into the real world and meeting women, they stalk women on Instagram. People now by “date online as well. It’s much easier to talk to a woman online than it is in person—or rather, it’s not that it’s easier. Both are just as easy, but for some reason, men now prefer to hide their faces behind their monitors. (Every time I use the term ‘men’ in such context I quiver) It’s out of fear and laziness. Men have become lazy pussies. I don’t even want to use the word pussy because it brings to mind women, who nowadays have much more character than men.

Generation-Y is the instant gratification generation. We want what we want right at the moment we figure out that we want it. We are willingly giving up one of the most important things in life: the waiting period. Having to wait and having to deal with our urges and wants without instantly having them satisfied is what builds character and is what we are now lacking in this fast-paced age.

If we want food, we order it online and have it delivered. If we want to listen to our favorite song, we find it on YouTube, iTunes or Spotify. If we want to watch a movie, we either buy it on demand or stream it online. If we want sex, we masturbate. If we want to have a good time, we do drugs. We have this false belief that doing things faster will give us a life more fulfilled — that it will lead to us being happier. But that isn’t the case. Most of us aren’t happier. We do more, but we experience less. We are never in the moment because we are always considering what we will be doing next in order to not become bored.

Character is most often built during those moments between activities, during moments of solitude and reflection. Men no longer feel the need to pause and reflect because the options for whatever it is they want are only a click away. The options are endless and therefore we never truly experience disappointment.

We never really feel that we are missing out on something because we no longer give things much importance. Jackie never got back to your text message? I’m sure you have several other women in your contacts that you’d equally like to f*ck — once. Then you’ll get bored and move on to the next one. Men treat women like interchangeable commodities. I do believe that most men still hope to one day fall in love and settle down. But none of them will unless they change their way of thinking and living.

Being focused on self-satisfaction will lead to nothing but broken relationships. Real men are not selfish. Real men are just as concerned for the feelings, needs and minds of women as they are for their own — not just women’s bodies and their sexual usefulness. Real men have a well-defined code of ethics and respect that they follow.

How can anyone call himself a man if the last time he had to confront another man — whether it be over a social incident or for business purposes — was before he hit puberty? If you don’t have the twiddle-diddles to approach a woman at a bar in person and have a proper, intellectual conversation, making the woman feel respected and comfortable, then move over for the real men.

It’s awful because women are becoming accustomed to such boys and believing that these pansies are all that is left of our sex. Some great women are settling for these fools and then finding that they themselves have no choice but to wear the pants in the family because their “man” is PMSing. All I can hope for is that the law of evolution will see the world rid of these weaklings, these characterless, hopeless pseudo-men.

Ladies… real men do exist; there aren’t many of us, but we’re survivors and will be around for a while. Come find us!

A Mystery ~ By Snowy



Was it her eyes that lured me in
Or the pucker of her lips?
I turn to walk away
But she’s like a magnet
Across the room she sits.

I break out in a cold dread
With ice cubes tinkling
In my glass of rye whiskey
I try to discount her
But stance is abating

I close my eyes
As if to wedge her out
But in she come
Through heavy eye lids
Now to seduce me no doubt

Eyelashes forced apart
 Startled, self induced fright
So lurid
The room now black
She’s no where in sight.

Where have you vanished?
Hidden in black
Mysterious female
Come into my night
O please come back