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.