Valeria is a devoted Messianic Christian/Widow/Mother/Grandmother … ardent Home Educator Advocate, an adventurous Daytripper, and a colorful Yarn Artist/Designer. Valeria likes scenic walks, to read, listen to/share music, does Pinterest, and very vociferously documents life and a variety of current topics on Blogger and FB.
It may not look like a close
match, but it really is … and it will show on the foot ;-)
Each giant sea clam is unique – like my
designs. I have been battling a cold, but I think I did pretty okay considering the stuffy head-runny nose- sneezing and coughing interferred with clear thinking. LOL
I personally, don’t think we can compete
with the color combos in Yeshua’s creations … but, it is fun to try to mimic as
best we can ;-)
Bob and I had SO MUCH to work out when we first got married.
knew we loved each other, but we didn't really KNOW each other: we met in
March, started dating in April, and married in
August. We knew each other's bodies ... but we didn't know each other's minds.
Bob had come of age during the hippie age; and he and Gloria
played at being hippies (or what they thought hippies were: Gloria and Alex
are still clueless - sleeping with anything that moves and smoking weed does
NOT make one a hippie) - I was RAISED A HIPPIE. There is a big
difference between pretending to be something, and actually BEING that
I knew Bob was a logger - I knew his logging outfit cut trees
I also knew that I was a staunch Greenpeace advocate.
I understood the Greenpeace agenda from a 17 year old mindset -
Bob understood it from an adult mindset.
While I was arguing Greenpeace in school hallways and Main
Street byways ... Bob was LIVING THE REALITIES OF Greenpeace IN HIS WORK
He didn't want to argue it at home.
I was 17. Seventeen year
olds argue - I argued for the trees, the whales, the population explosion (I
didn't know yet that I was going to be responsible for adding 1 more person to
the population explosion).
One night, Bob put his Supper fork down, and said, "Val,
you don't understand. This is not a game - these people are dangerous. And you
are supporting an organization that threatens my job and our livihood. Open
your eyes. Now, I don't want to talk anymore about it tonight - I'm hungry and
We ate in silence - but we never went to bed angry: EVER. That
was an ironclad rule. Even if we disagreed on something, we agreed to respect
2 weeks later my eyes were opened.
1 man was seriously injured on the job when his power saw bit
into a tree and hit a railroad spike that had been driven into the tree ... and
later that week, a protestor was killed when he laid down in front of a train
in town carrying logs to the ship loading docks.
REALITY HIT HOME.
I started looking into Greenpeace a little closer.
I didn't like what I found in my research.
I actually got sick to my stomach when I
realized that an organization that claimed "love & peace"
ACTUALLY PROMOTED HATE AND VIOLENCE! Greenpeace is willing to go to murderous
and suicidal lengths to push thier insane agenda: it sounds good, but
underneath the "save, save, save" mantra resounds a "kill, kill,
Being married to Bob was growing me up in ways I never imagined.
I apologized to Bob - threw my Greenpeace buttons in the trash -
tore my Greenpeace patches off my clothing ... and started shedding my hippie
skin for a life based in reality.
Nirvana is a fantasy.
Our life was reality.
I was coming of age …
And Greenpeace's insanity no
longer had a place in it.