Almost there…

So we are leaving to headed on a road trip tonight. I am rushing around going thru my last minute pre-pack stuff. I have three things left to do. I can handle three things without a list. Right!?!?!?

•put the things away in my hand

•smoke a cigarette

•grab the laundry out of the dryer

Walking out to the truck, I remembered I also needed to locate the cats and lock the trailer door.

I start to panic! That’s five things. I NEED A LIST. PRONTO!!! I grab my sister’s housemate, and start dictating the list to him hoping he can keep up. 

Well since I am making a list, I might as well add “make sure kids are in the truck when we pull out of the driveway.”
I will get there eventually.

Oh My Life…

Oh My Life…

How you ever seem to run away from me.  Oy Vey!!!

SO, I know that I gave assurances of a longer blog post about our time in Perryville, MO helping with the Tornado cleanup.  I am here to deliver on that warranty.  Now, I know what you are thinking, Wow, Ms. Snark, that was the longest week I have ever waited.  And you would be right.  About 6 weeks right.  I could give excuses about inspiration hitting for my book, or kids falling out of trees and breaking tailbones, or about how the military has us moving again.  But the G!d’s honest truth is this, I am just horrible with the deadlines that I set forth for myself ever since I got sick, and accepted my illness.  And ever since I accepted my illness and stopped fighting it, I have been a much happier person.  That is why I blog for no one but me.  At this point in time, at the writing of this particular post, and up until this point, I have never received any monetary gain from my blogs of any sort.  Truth be told, I can’t ever see that changing because I would stop blogging for my mental health and start blogging for someone else’s.  So for now anyways.  It is all me.  One hundred percent, unfiltered and raw, straight to you, without restraint, unfettered and unadulterated.  So get over it.

Okay, where was I?  Perryville,  Okay so It was great, the people were better, I really suggest getting your hands dirty the next disaster, it will really change your perspective on life.  Peace out all!

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Perryville, MO

As fate would have it, as it often does, my children and I find ourselves here in Perryville, MO. It has been a whirl wind tour helping with the disaster relief clean up after the tornado that tore this community apart. 

Truly I have never been so blessed to be apart of such an event. I can’t wait to tell you guys all about it, and how I found myself in Missouri. Never in a million years would I have thought I would be here a week ago, and it really all started with a wind storm and a lost cat.

I came to serve this community, and instead they filled my heart to overflowing. I have never been so exhausted, happy, sad, and my heart so full.

I’ll be home Thursday. However, my weekend is packed.  I hope to have the whole story to you next week, complete with pictures and videos.

Until then, here are a couple pictures of the girls working hard.

Naomi with an armfull of debri…

This tree branch was about one hundred pounds or more. Gabriel drug it about one and a half football fields on her own. I couldn’t be more proud. They worked so hard this week.

Shalom for now friends!


So tonight my children and I called my husband to do prayers and Sh’ma with him. We started talking about homeschooling back in the good old days before we could just Google things. My husband mentioned how he had Yahoo. This was the conversation that followed:

Yoheved (8 years old): Wait! Yahoo? Who’s Yahoo?

Chava  (9 years old): Yoheved!!!! [Then she starts singing] Eliyahu. Eliyahu. Eliyahu. Hanavi.

Yoheved: Ooooh, it’s Elijah!

I laughed so hard I almost peed myself.
Kids hear things from a totally different perspective. But then add another language and it can be so comical sometimes.

Chanukkah Sameach!!!

Hope the holiday you are celebrating this season is surrounded in love and warmth and light. 

Goodbye Nursing Bras


December first marked three years from when I quit breastfeeding. Yet the nursing bras just went into the trash.
A shout out to my wonderful sister in law for the gift card. 

I always put my self last, and she and her friend got me a gift card after I had a melt down in the halway the other night.

You see, I have had the same underwear for 10 years, thru 2 pregnancies. My socks have holes, and are literally  worn thru. I just keep telling myself I’ll buy bras next year, and then never do, because, well… these nursing bras will do.

I’ve had a rough week. And this was the type of love and compassion I needed someone to show me. It was a rough year. It’s been an amazingly long journey. And a story I hope to share soon. 2016 has been long and hard. 

Thank you Bethany and Lily for sending this year packing on a good note.

Peace and good riddance 2016!!!


I live a wild life. Some may call it alchemy and excommunicated me. But I never wanted to be apart of those circles anyway. I have an essential oil or herb/spice for everything under the sun. And I have dreadlocks down to my waste.

I basically just returned from a year on the road. Travelling. Granted I stuck around places a bit. But 4 states in a year, I’ll call that “on the road.” I live in a 5th wheel, and 2 of those months we literally slept in the back of the truck. It’s been awesome.

But one thing I really miss is fermenting on a large scale. Don’t get me wrong, we have still had our kombucha going, and had our water kefir most of the time. But it was never more than 9 bottles of water kefir brewing at a time, or more than a gallon of kombucha. And fermenting food has all but ceased to spawn.

Oh sure, there have been a few fermented food to pass between my teeth, and satiate my palate. But I miss fermenting tons of everything.

I love living in a 5th wheel. We have just enough space for what we need. We don’t collect needless  things. Yet we don’t want for anything. I finally have my composting toilet I have dreamed of for years. And I have more storage in this kitchen than I had in my last house.

I gave up a lot of stuff to live this life. But I only gave up one kitchen appliance. 

The problem is counter space. Even with the kitchen island I built, there just isn’t any room to dehydrate, and can, and ferment. I want a house again, just so that I can have a giant kitchen again. But a giant kitchen usually comes with a giant house.

And that’s what I’m NOT interested in. A year ago I had too much house. And I woke up one day and sold it (okay, so there was a little more involved, but not much) and hit the road. Actually the house didn’t sell for six months. It sold the week we were living out of a Walmart parkin lot in Colorado springs. But that’s another adventure. 

I guess my point is, I miss fermenting. I want a big kitchen. But a big house again seems like so much waste.

I could get an RV that’s half kitchen, but they only make those in one bedrooms, and I really need a room apart from the kids. I like a queen bed to myself. And honestly, I don’t even enjoy sharing sleeping space with my husband when he is in town. But I guess it works out because he is gone all the time anyways.

I guess for now this too will have to suffice. But soon, soon I will have to figure something else out.I need more counters, and a cellar.