Love

I know I am blessed to feel this way about my husband.

Happiness

Those who can laugh without cause have either found the true meaning of happiness or have gone stark raving mad.  ~Norm Papernick

Magical Nights

    Laying in the dark, with the moisture in the air, listening to the soft sound of the fan and watching the car lights making slatted shadows that danced across the walls. It didn't take much imagination to put me back in my childhood home, at Grandma's house. I was safe, secure and in heaven.
   It didn't take much to rip me from my magical moment. Just the hard movements, and loud snores, from the man in the bed with me. He reached out for me in his sleep, pulling me into his arms, and held me close. I am safe, secure and in heaven. What a magical night.

After a while you learn.....

After a while you learn…



“After a while you learn the subtle difference between holding a hand and chaining a soul, and you learn that love doesn’t mean leaning and company doesn’t mean security, and you begin to learn that kisses aren’t contracts and presents aren’t promises, and you begin to accept your defeats with your head up and your eyes open, with the grace of an adult, not the grief of a child, and you learn to build all your roads on today because tomorrow’s ground is too uncertain for plans. After a while you learn that even sunshine burns if you get too much. So plant your own garden and decorate your own soul, instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers. And you learn that you really can endure… that you really are strong, and you really do have worth.” ~Veronica A. Shoffstall

Poppy

Today, Dave decided we needed nick names. So he named me "Poppy" after the California Poppy. California's State flower and my Grandpa's favorite. He says I am a California Girl and always fun and sunny, as the poppy is. Dave then said from now on I should call him......"DANGER". OK, after I stopped laughing, I said he ...should put off nick names for awhile. I love my husband so.......

Talent ?

All my life I have felt I had a talent, other than talking.
 I have spent years making many artistic attempts.
It started very early. My grandma taught me to draw, crochet, embroider, and sew. I would make doll dresses, stuffed animals and I drew many a costume.
She also jump started my love of theater and acting. We would spend hours perfecting hair, make up and costumes. I continued with theater all through high school and for many years after that.
I have since tried hot glass, painting, photography, and stained glass.
I am OK at most of what I have tried. However, my painting, drawing and crocheting end up looking like a three year old has done it. I believe it was described as "Primitive".
I love working with my hands. I love working with colors. So it looks like I am ready to try another project. I'll be working with fabric and lace. We will see what happens. It may not turn out well but I am sure it will be fun.

After years of being raised by a policeman, working as a grief counselor, as an EMT, and years with the police and fire departments, I have developed a dark sense of humor.

My guess is these folks (and their family) will be laughing too, some day.

http://failblog.org/2010/08/01/epic-fail-photo-safe-snacking-fail/

Ageless Style

Hundred and one-year-old Sally Gordon listens to speakers as she is given America's Outstanding Oldest Worker award for 2010, at a ceremony in Lincoln, Neb., Tuesday, Aug. 10, 2010. Gordon has been in the work force 84 years. For the last 26 years, she has been an assistant sergeant-at-arms, or "red coat" for the state, serving the Nebraska Legislature while it is in session.(AP Photo/Nati Harnik)


Another one of my "Heros". I adore older, strong, passionate, classy women. They help set me back on track when ever I start feeling old.






http://jezebel.com/5610016/woman-is-the-oldest-worker-does-it-in-style

The Rainbow Bridge

In honor of all pets passed.


Just this side of heaven is a place called Rainbow Bridge.




When an animal dies that has been especially close to someone here, that pet goes to Rainbow Bridge.

There are meadows and hills for all of our special friends so they can run and play together.

There is plenty of food, water and sunshine, and our friends are warm and comfortable.



All the animals who had been ill and old are restored to health and vigor; those who were hurt or maimed are made whole and strong again, just as we remember them in our dreams of days and times gone by.

The animals are happy and content, except for one small thing; they each miss someone very special to them, who had to be left behind.



They all run and play together, but the day comes when one suddenly stops and looks into the distance. His bright eyes are intent; His eager body quivers. Suddenly he begins to run from the group, flying over the green grass, his legs carrying him faster and faster.



You have been spotted, and when you and your special friend finally meet, you cling together in joyous reunion, never to be parted again. The happy kisses rain upon your face; your hands again caress the beloved head, and you look once more into the trusting eyes of your pet, so long gone from your life but never absent from your heart.



Then you cross Rainbow Bridge together....



Author Unknown

Redistribution of Wealth Program

It seems I will not be headed out to California this September as planned. Last week The Husband and I entered into a small "redistribution of wealth" program. We were approached by two young men, who made eloquent pleas, asking for help. One, our 19 year old college student in need of assistance after unexpected doctors bills and school expenses . The other, our 15 year old, whose mother was in between jobs. His request was for items to start his Freshman year in High School. So it appears that all budgeted disposable income will be sent to our kids in Phoenix, for the next few months. Hopefully I'll make it to California after the first of the new year. That's only 5 months.

Killer Clown

I know, I will probubly go to hell for laughing at this.
I dare you not to laugh.

http://www.boingboing.net/2010/07/22/killed-by-being-swun.html

Decision rejects Prop 8: Ruling Gay lesbian or same-sex marriages are recognized in California

I can not tell you how happy I am to hear this news from my home state California. Every adult should have the right to marry, the adult they choose, regardless of sexual orientation.
Thank you people of California, and the Judge who over turned the ban, for all your hard work and good sense.

Decision rejects Prop 8: Ruling Gay lesbian or same-sex marriages are recognized in California

Rape Analogy: The “Walking in a Bad Neighborhood” Theory

Rape Analogy: The “Walking in a Bad Neighborhood” Theory

A Linear Life?

When I was younger I thought of life as linear, one event happening after another. That was how history was taught in school. That is how I perceived it for a long time. Truth be told, everything is happening at once and this week, again, is proof. I was reading my 'Facebook" page, yes I have one, with my real name and everything. All of my friends updates brought me back to reality. First me, I awoke in extreme pain. I could barely move, let alone think. I didn't want to think much either because I couldn't escape the anniversary of my father's death. However that memory was countered by the birth of two beautiful and healthy girls. Making two of my favorite women Grandmas. Reading further I got to celebrate a wedding anniversary, and two more birthdays. Further reading took me to the funeral of a friends mother, the death of a life long friend and death of a 15 month old child. Should I stop? No. Then I would have missed one friend helping children and another putting all her free time into animal rescue. There are two more of my favorite women working their ass's off to make themselves healthier and the lives of their children better, someone just got a new job as we got a pay and benefits cut. We still have a job as another friend finds himself unemployed and yet another starts on a entirely new career. I won't stop reading, I won't stop crying or laughing, I will keep on living, along with my friends, in this great crisscrossing of events. Funny, does not stop being funny, because someone is sad. Sadness however lessens when exposed to the light. To my friends and family, please continue to share both your ups and downs. It helps to know we are not alone. I love you all and I am grateful that you share and that I can share with you.

Still here

Well, I am still here and so is the pain. I need to get another appointment, find out how far the bone has disintegrated. Then we can figure out what to do next.
The Husband is still looking for a new job. We have not heard from the last interviewer for two weeks. However, the current job has announced another pay and benefits cut. This is for the second time in 4 months. The good news is that my disability has increased by one dollar a month. Yeah!!!!! We are happy and doing well. We are open for change. This is a good life.

Feeling

Haven't been doing much thinking lately. Mostly feeling these days. The last few have me feeling sad. I am not quite sure why as most days find me very happy. I guess you could say I am feeling a bit homesick for my home state and city. No matter how hard I try, I just can't seem to get the ocean out of this girl. The rain here has been a nice change. We are still waiting on word from the company that The Husband interviewed at. It's been 6 weeks already. I also have been in a lot more pain than usual. Come to think of it Valentine's day is Sunday and the anniversary of my dad's death. I guess if I had done a bit more thinking, I might have understood sooner why I have been feeling sad. Makes sense now.