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Do You Believe in Angels?

Grand children are angels.

Everyone should have a grand child.

I don’t make it a secret that I am not a religious person. I don’t believe in religion. In my opinion, religions tend to become exclusive. If you are not of the religion, you are bad, evil, or doomed. I can’t imagine a “God” creating people just to throw them away because of an opinion. However, I am not a complete non believer. There are things in the universe that can’t be explained.I believe in miracles and angels.

Miracles are all around us if we just take the time to look. Any woman who has had a baby and held it in her arms for the first time understands a miracle. A tree growing to the sky from a tiny seed is pure miraculous. There are countless medical miracle stories in the world. We see and hear about miracles all the time. Some of us are too jaded to understand the miracle but they are there all the same.

There are many true angels in the world. There is constant stories about animals saving people in some miraculous way. Also, people have been known to be angels in other’s lives either in life or death or just in the everyday. For me, my family is full of angels. As I discussed in my post  Will The Cycle Never End, my daughter saved my life by inspiring me to leave an abusive relationship. I call my grand-daughter, my angel, all the time. She and her mother constantly remind me of what is important in the world. Without them, I would be less of a person. If that isn’t an angel, I don’t know what is. The picture I posted says Grand Children are angels. However, I believe that every person in the world has some form of angel inside them. It is up to that person to allow that part of them to shine.

I don’t believe in religion. I do believe in the goodness of people and nature. I believe in love and hope. I believe that every person, animal (even snakes), and plant has in them the miracle of life and can be an angel when they are needed.  I believe in you and me.


Pictures With Santa

Dear Santa I am a good girl most um some of the time. Does that count?Waking up today, we all decided it was time for pictures with Santa. Since Bass Pro Shop  is offering “free” pictures, this is where we decided to go. I wanted to be there as this is the first year that my grand-daughter, Anna, would understand any of it. As it wasn’t Wal-Mart, I figured I would be safe going even though the crowds of Christmas tend to give me panic attacks.

We dressed as quickly as 3 girls can and took off. I knew I made a mistake as soon as we pulled in to the parking lot. Twenty minutes later, we found a parking spot and went in. My daughter, Brittany, went to set up a time to take the picture at noon, an hour and a half from then.

The place is huge. I had never been there and might enjoy going back when it isn’t so crowded. Anna and Brittany both seemed to enjoy looking at all the sights and window shopping.  I just tried to stay as far away from crowds as possible. We tried some fudge, took some pictures and watched the toy train. Then it was time to get in line.

The line flowed very smoothly and soon it was time to get on Santa’s lap. The entire time in line Anna had a big smile on her face. Of course, that changed when Mama put on her on a strange man’s lap and walked away but luckily her cry actually looked sorta like a smile. We had decided before we left the house how much we would be willing to spend to get extra pictures and got the smallest package.

I didn’t have a panic attack, though it was close at times. Anna loved looking at the stuffed animals, the fish, the train, and so much more. Brittany, who is a complete redneck, was in heaven. I talked Brittany out of the $50 pink camo purse. All in all, it was a good day.

Do You Believe In Santa Claus?

Believe in Santa Clause.

Believe In Something.

December means Christmas in my family and my part of the world.  It is of course a Christian holiday to celebrate the Birth of Jesus. It is said to be about the spirit of giving and love and peace.  I am not a religious person but I still celebrate this holiday because I do understand the meaning.  My grand-daughter, at almost 2, understand a little about Christmas, at least the presents part. She cries if I say she is being naughty. She loves the tree and the decorations. She enjoyed the Christmas movies we found for her to watch.

“Santa” comes and brings the “good” boys and girls lots of presents that cost a fortune. Some families go in debt this time of year to give their children what they want while other families go without. Luckily, My daughter and I was smart and started early. Santa will be good to my grand-daughter this year. Of course, not as good as some will get but she will be happy.

Peace seems to have gotten lost in the shopping and the drunken family gatherings. I refuse to go to Wal-Mart in December. The last time I did, I got run over by a little old lady in cart for the last Nilla Waffers box. Luckily, my daughter loves to shop and I can trick her into doing this for me. As for the parties, there is no escape. I have a fear of crowds and spend most of these in corners but once they are over, my mom and the kids had fun and that is the most important thing right.

Of course, during this season more and more people are charitable and give. There are toy drives and food baskets giving out in abundance. I remember when my daughter was little and I was one of those parent’s unable to afford to buy my daughter much. The Livingston Parish Sheriffs Dept brought over a big box of toys for my little girl. It even had the go to gift of the year, The Tickle Me Elmo. I cried for hours. I will never forget the look on my daughter’s face that year, all she asked for was a Barbie Doll. I had bought that for her. That was the year I come to believe in Santa Claus, or the spirit of him, again.