FFR’s Wiley Weekly Word: Mom

Seemed to be a special day yesterday for the two-legged bringers of food, so despite this being their job, mine is rather exceptional, so I thought I’d actually start writing again for her.  After all, her vocabulary tutelage has rather dwindled these last few months and goodness know, she could use it.

This week’s word:  Mom

Mom: This is not a word that we felines use, except with the feline that conceived us, washed us and fed us, in those first few days of life.  My two-legger refers to herself as my Mom, which leads me to believe that Moms are the creatures that feed us and respond to our every whim.  I refer to my two-legger as my servant, so maybe Moms are that, only I get a feeling that there is something more. Really hate to admit it, for fear that it will get my two-legger to big for her bridges, but I do believe that something more is Love.

‘My two-legger is somewhat of an exceptional Mom, as she acts as a wonderful heating blanket every night (only someone should really tell her that to be a blanket, she shouldn’t move), she cuts me up the succulent green little tree-like things, and she’s always there for a hug when I need one.’

My 'Mom' in all of cuddliness. Someone just needs to tell the silly two-legger next to her to move on. Those are my hugs.

~FFR

My Hero

She is the woman that made me strong enough to stand on my own two feet.

She is the woman that instilled the confidence in me to speak my mind.

She is the woman that gave me the courage to stand by my convictions.

She is the woman that taught me most of what I know.

She is the woman that instilled a sense of compassion within me.

She is the woman that challenged me to be my best.

She is the woman that empowered me to believe that I could do whatever I set my mind to.

She is the woman that showed me I am equal to all.

She is the woman that made me feel loved unconditionally.

She is my Mom.

Love you Mom!

Thanks Mom! I love you!

Hi! I’m Brie!

My name is Brie Mason and I am just getting to know VanCity.  I am in love with the beauty of the land.  I have two children who have never been happier, given the woods, the water, and mountains.  In the heart of the city though, we have found the locals to be a little stingy with their outward joy.  Emme Rogers was the first truly genuinely smiling face I saw in Vancouver.  To me, her smile was jumping off her face and she was actually glowing.  Now that I know her even better, I am an advocate for everyone to have her sense of humour and joy for life.

I am a mom of two, trying to have the fun I wasn’t allowed to have when I was the child.  When we were young all we wanted to do was go out, be with our friends, have sleepovers, go to the mall and have fun.  What happens when we become adults who can make those decisions for ourselves…?  We become stuffy prudish people who say, “Oh…I can’t possibly do that…I’m grown up now.”  Or how about this one, “A sleepover with the girls? Maybe I’ll come over but then I should really go home and not spend the night.”  One of my girlfriends recently had a poker night for her birthday and my husband and I got into character and dressed up.  A different friend of mine looking at our pictures the next day said, “Oh my!  You dressed up for a poker night?!  You are so silly!” Seriously, can’t a family oriented, loving dedicated mom still have a little fun?

Poker Night

Book Torn

Last day with my folks and I made the mistake of picking up The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society whilst I was wallowing in the tub.

Cursing the authors, Mary Ann Shaffer and Annie Barrows, as all I want to do now is curl up for the rest of the day with this book.  Normally that would be a good thing, but not on my last day at home with the two people I love most in this world.  So why not wait until tomorrow?  I can’t.  Dad warned me when he saw me pick it up that Mom had yet to read it and as such I could not take it with me. #@%$#^!@%@#$  To make it worse, I have been searching for months for a novel that had the right voice and felt inspirational enough for me to finish my first novel and there is no doubt in my mind that this is it.  I really hope that this is not the only novel of the now deceased Mary Anne Shaffer.  I’d love to read more of Miss Juliet Ashton and I would really love to read some of her character, Izzy Bickerstaff.

Okay, painfully tearing myself from this delightful book and to the lovelies in my live.  Will tear apart the airport bookstores tomorrow in search of this book.  Really do need to have my own copy of it on one of my many bookshelves after all.

Love and light,

Emme xoxo

FFR’s Wiley Weekly Word: Hankering

I know I haven’t been instilling feline wisdom in you for a few weeks, but I was in a bit of a spat with my two-legger.  SHE went to see Beams and his two-legger without me.  The nerve!!!!  Does she not know …  Okay I’m stopping myself, because I’m above that.  In fact, I’ve decided to insert the claws, because today is the day that the two-leggers call Mother’s Day and although us felines don’t really have a word for ‘mother’, this is what my two-legger calls herself.  I think it means ‘bringer of food, cleaner of mess and most fantastic cuddler’.

So this week’s word:  Hankering

Hankering: A yearning or longing, like the kind that happens in the pants of a two-legged male during the Spring.

‘Two-Legger, Lord Likely’s pants often display the signs of a hankering and not only in the Spring.  Based on the strut that Lord Likely has around my two-legger. I’d say he has a hankering for her, but then again he struts like that around all female two-leggers.’

Right now I have a hankering to give my two-legger a cuddle, especially since shes upset over her Mom. Hate seeing her upset.  Photo by Lola May.

Right now I have a hankering to give my two-legger a cuddle, especially since she's upset over her Mom. Hate seeing her upset. Photo by Lola May.