Look to Where U R Going

Serious Tammy for a moment…

I saw this on Facebook yesterday and had to save it for here. Many of my readers have gone through some really tough times. We have all had our fair share but some have been dealt some really rough hands.

I write my blog to help others have a moment in their day to laugh or smile. Many of you know that.

There is another side of me that really tries to help offer inspiration to others and to help them see the good that is often missed in the confusion, pain, hurt, anger, you name it.

We are funny creatures. We latch on to the negative. We do this sometimes to help us get better. To find those weaknesses and move forward and improve.

Yet some hold on to the negative not thinking they are “worthy” of the positive or good things. Usually due to some assholes in their past that told them this garbage.

I find inspiration each day from many of you that are courageous to share your story. While you may not have intended to help others, you do with each post, each comment.

Today I wanted to borrow the saying above and remind each of you (and myself on occasion) that we need to always look at how far we have come, not always at how far we have left to go. Celebrate along the journey. Even a step forward is better than no step at all. And yes, two steps forward are still better even if we have to take one step back at the same time. Sometimes we forget that.

Thank you for sharing your story, and I hope I can continue to help along the way….


~~~till we laugh again~~~

Butterflies are Evil!

So a few days ago I wrote about the snake in the front yard, and what might amuse you is, I’m more bothered by Butterflies more than I am snakes. huh???

Yep, I do NOT like butterflies or moths.  Give me a snake, a mouse, or even a spider. (no cockroaches tho – bad memories).

Ok, it’s not that I don’t like them, I’m just not a fan. Why? I am not a fan of anything flying. I feel like they are attacking from all angles and freak me out. They start flying around me and I’m like “I’m outta here”

A group of us went to a Botanical Garden one time and they had one of those Butterfly enclosures. I was not having anything to do with it. But I sucked it up and went inside. I probably hold the record for the quickest entry and exit. Those suckers start flying around and my heart starts pounding. Exit stage left….

Worse than butterflies? Moths. At least butterflies are pretty, Moths got the short stick in the beauty department. But that isn’t why I don’t like them. They can’t help the fact they missed the crayon box of life. I hate moths because they feel the need to enter my home and hang out around my lights. Some slam into our windows thinking it is a door. Those suckers crash hard too.

They hang out on my porch when the light kicks on. There are several months out of the year where it is like playing moth dodgeball trying to get pass them and into the house without brining in 5-7 of them with you. Just yesterday I found one hiding in the corner of the bathroom thinking I wouldn’t notice him. I swear he turned his head whistling when I looked. You know, that move we all do when trying to be inconspicuous?

(side note, I’m pretty impressed with myself that I just spelled inconspicuous right on the first shot — although I just failed spelling spelled since I wanted to spell spelt)  LOL

Ok, back to the flying creatures of death.

The reason I was inspired to write this post was what occurred last night on my drive home. Living in the middle of no where, I’m use to having 3-6 bugs commit suicide on my windshield on the drive home. Really sucks after you just get through washing the old bug guts off.

Anyways, in the dark, I notice what I thought was a moth stuck on my wiper blade. Next thing I know, I’m driving 60 miles an hour with the realization that the moth is not on the outside of my truck, BUT THE INSIDE!

OMG! That little sucker (not the ucker I used by the way) better not touch me! I roll down both front windows hoping he will be sucked out. But nooooo, he was a tease. He just kept crawling his 2 inch self back and forth across the inside of the windshield. Hiding behind Yoshi (long story) and then back. That 5 minutes was the longest in my life. He disappeared right before I got home. And to be honest, I’m not sure if he has been trapped in there the past 12 hours. I guess I’ll find out in an hour.

This post is longer than I wanted. But let me tell you. Give me a snake any day over being held hostage in my truck by a moth.

Too Funny! I just discovered as I was doing my tags that there is not only an actual fear of butterflies and moths, but a dedicated Facebook page. LOL



~~~till we laugh again~~~


Are You Afraid of Clowns?

Yesterday I showed my Clown Cone Army. Then that got me to thinking about Coulrophobia or the fear of clowns. (Don’t worry, I didn’t know it was called that either until I looked it up).

We make a few cakes with clowns on them and I’ve seen people start to freak out just seeing them sitting on the cake. It’s kind of odd to watch. I’m not the type to pass judgement. One would guess that they either had a terrible childhood memory of the circus or watched too many horror flicks. Granted, there are some scary looking clowns out there. (And that doesn’t even include Heath Ledger in Batman).       

But then again, I’m sure everyone has a fear of something that seems innocent to another. It’s just odd with clowns since they are suppose to conjure up fun and laughter not fear and hatred. Why else would they be associated with kid parties? (unless your momma just wanted to torture you – I knew she didn’t like you).

But I will admit, that eons ago in a land far far away (circa 1982 or so) my brother and I went to clown school as kids. We learned how to paint our faces, went to goodwill for some over sized clothes and got to dress up and entertain a few times. It seemed like fun at the time. However, shortly there after we hung up our size 22 shoes and red nose and moved on to other things.

So if you are one of the folks terrified of clowns, sorry If my clown cone army freaked you out. But the good news is, you get to bite their heads off to get revenge. Or at least stab them with a spoon. Or even better, let them melt and laugh at them.   😀

And to those of you that make fun of our little Coulrophobia friends. Just remember, you were probably the same ones that screamed like a little girl when you saw the black cats a few days ago on Friday the 13th. Hey, we all have our hang ups….

~~~till we laugh again~~~