My mother became ill in August 2008 with ovarian cancer. This is a story of the final months of an exceptional woman.

Monday, February 16, 2009

COSMIC VIBRATIONS!!!


My Buddha-Baby granddaughter,
Ariel Wusthoff
tells me that she has the
crosshairs of her
Mental Discernment
trained right on me.

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PS: My friend, Rabbit Brown, gently chided me, "Judy you need to get some pictures up there on your blog of your grandchildren. Voila!

Elected Mt. Carmel's "Miss Perfect Lips '09"

Mt. Carmel of N'awlins' Mascot! (sans lips)

Charles teaches Paul Edmund the Funky Chicken *

Jack Kerouac wannabe whilst racing about in his Mini-Cooper


Queen Janita watching her Children's Christmas Antics


Jeff prepares to spin into Lake Hamilton in a New Bathing Costume


* http://www.zuidwijk.nl/fun/funky/

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ppfi8-uRCqo

**** http://www.metacafe.com/watch/yt-lHAshi4vdbg/cute_puppy_whistle/


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8 comments:

Anonymous said...

Judy,

Your granddaughter needs some help with split ends.

I recommend "Luxury Hair Shampoo" by Paul Labrecque. He is Parisian and I hear they know all about split ends over there.

If you rush it is on sale now at Walmart. $2.97 for 46.5 fluid ounces.

Mildred

Anonymous said...

take cover girl

looks like some serious shit headin your way

Anonymous said...

Dear MizFlounce,

I would definitely invite your Malvern neighbor, Nikolay Dolgorukiy (whom you mentioned in your blog entry on 10/14, What's a Girl to Do) to pay a visit the next time you have tea with your granddaughter.

I suspect Ariel is in need of his gentle touch. She appears not to be housebroken. She truly appears to be a "Lion of God"!

With dookey to match?

Consuela

Anonymous said...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pjk6SuSaIJU

Anonymous said...

Dear Mother,

It would seem that Ariel's spiritual perserverence and application have born results. I beg to differ from the evaluations of the nutcases above. Catechism instruction is a good thing! At least, in the form the Good Sister of the Academy of the Sacred Heart in New Orleans present it.

I must admit I had no idea the Vatican was allowing such progressive forms of indoctrination these days. The horse is well and truly out of the barn! Apocolypse Now.

Hope you continue to feel flouncy and fine.

Love,
Jeff

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Jeff,

I hope Jesus is getting a cut on all that tuition Sacred Heart charges. Every time one of their bills comes in it certainly feels like I got hit by a Bolt from the Blue.

A medical vignette that is a bit more positive tham most of mine of late. Day before yesterday I Swolt Up. Yes, I was sloshing around like a human water balloon.

One call to Dr. Muldoon, one water pill the size of a scarab beetle and ... whoosh ... it all came spilling out. Now I am slender and fabulous once again.

The pain in my right side is "noticeable" but not pain. Just a sensation. Fentanyl patches work some very odd magic.

Not complainin',
Mother

Anonymous said...

To think of the immense wall of potential hidden deep within your Being, to understand that the nature of mind is fundamental purity and kindness, and to meditate on its luminosity, will enable you to develop self-confidence and courage. Follow the lead of your Enlightened granddaughter, The Lion of God, Ariel.

Anonymous said...

Judy,

More later!

Jetsun Jamphel Ngawang Lobsang Yeshe Tenzin Gyatso aka "Jets" or The 14th Dalaie Lama

Anonymous said...

Here's a poem that makes me think of YOU, Miss Judy:

"Hail to thee blithe spirit
Bird thou never wert
That from heaven or near it
Pourest thy full heart
In profuse strains of unpremeditated art.

Higher still and higher
From the earth thou springest,
Like a cloud of fire;
The blue deep thou wingest,
And singing still dost soar, and soaring ever singest.

In the golden light'ning
Of the sunken sun,
O'er which clouds are bright'ning,
Thou dost float and run,
Like an unbodied joy whose race is just begun...."

I think of you when I read "To a Skylark" by Shelley.

XO, Cheryl

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Born in rural Arkansas my tongue took up residence in my cheek shortly thereafter. I use it to speak "Genteel Southern Lady". Cussin' I only use when provoked by the Uppity. Paul, my husband, and I have lived in Cajun Country for many years raising cane, twins (a boy and a girl; now adults? definitely old) and other mischief. Alligators, water moccassins and bears have tussled with me as I protect our swampy coastal farmstead. We are stuck now on lovely Lake Hamilton near Hot Springs where we have our second home. We have been here waiting for Godot since my heart valves blew out Late November 2007 and now with cancer diagnosed August 2008. The Furies have me in their sights... I am writing this blog to let my Beloveds know how I am doing so they will not "get off" in imagined ways on my dire straits. The reality is bad enough without turning my story into a B-grade movie of the mind. I know all of you wish me the very best. And I miss you! never no mind your fevered imaginations. This is as close as I can get to a fond and loving chat with you right now... Sadly, Judy aka Mizflounce passed away peacefully early on Sunday morning May 30th 2009 age 78.