Happy Friday!
02 Mar 2012 2 Comments
in Journaling, Personal notes Tags: choices, diet, dog, embossing, frig, journal, journaling, just be yourself, kennel, NaBloPoMo, SOAR, thinking types
For some reason, Friday’s are not as exciting as they used to be when I worked. Now every day feels the same…. except that there are more people in the house during the weekend. Anyway, I am finally starting to feel like I’m getting over this cold. I had a killer headache yesterday but after I finally woke up I felt pretty human. I even did a little writing in my journal. I did lesson 4 in my SOAR journal and considering I started at the beginning of February I am not as behind as I thought. There is a lesson a week for each week of the year so far. I wanted to catch up but since I’ve been sick I wasn’t able to. I’m happy just knowing I did one for each week.
Here are a couple of pages I did using the graphics I printed up from the lesson. I really like the To Do lists. These graphics make it so much fun and every lesson comes with new graphics! I love them all. As you can see I just get out my markers and doodle around them and on them, which is fun. She also provided some nice pages to use in my journal for February. There is a cover and she explained how to put them together to make a journal just for February but I just cut them in half and stuck them in my journal. These pages are the white, back-sides of those pages.
Each lesson also comes with a nice colorful quote and since my pages are half sheets I can print them to fit one of my pages. I didn’t take a picture of the quote page but it says, “Love is always bestowed as a gift – freely, willingly, and without expectation. We don’t love to be loved, we love to love.” - Leo Buscaglia
I thought that was a nice quote for February.
I didn’t take pictures of all of my journal pages because there is just a bunch of writing. I also used a shiny pen on some of the pages and that doesn’t photograph well. I also don’t put the lesson pages in my journal. I’ve noticed a lot of people do. I don’t even print them. I just read them online and then journal from there. That way my journal will have more room for my thoughts.
I thought this was really funny. The lesson had talked about different thinking types and asked what my type was and then what type the other people around me were. I was thinking about my youngest son Riley (15 years old). He’s the odd one in the family. My husband and my oldest son are easy and they are the same. Sometimes I think the stork that brought Riley came from outer-space. He opened the refrigerator and I told him we needed to clean it out because it didn’t smell so good. He said,
There are so many things in there, of course it smells funny. I wonder if it would taste good, like an everything bagel.
This is what he is like all the time! He reminds me a lot of my little brother who was/is always a clown too.
On this page I decided to use my new embosser I got on ebay. It is actually an old gadget from McGill called “Emboss Art”. They are not so easy to find these days. I rubbed a little ink from an ink pad over it with my finger to make it show up better. This is my favorite design.
Now I am ready for the next lesson. Maybe I can catch up a little this month. I am really thankful to Anita for putting on this free class at her website called “Just Be Yourself“. You can still join if you are interested. You just have to join the site first and then you can sign up for the class.
Now for the NaBloPoMo prompt of the day.
Friday, March 2, 2012
Would you rather make your own choices or have someone make them for you
I really had enough of other people making my choices for me before I left my childhood home. Now that I am on my own, I much prefer to make my own choices. I can screw up just fine on my own, thank you very much. My kids are old enough now that I think they can make the majority of their own choices too. What time to get up in the morning is one they usually need my help on though. Of course, being married I do have to consider my husband on some things. I can’t decide to have a boyfriend these days. Shucks. My husband wouldn’t find that very amusing. I also have to think of him if I am getting something for the house, spending a big chunk of money or making any big parenting decisions but he doesn’t choose what I eat at a restaurant. I am not the kind of wife my mom was; I am too stubborn for that. The thing is, I don’t think my husband would have wanted a wife like that. He knows what I like and goes out of his way to make me happy. I also know what he likes, so sometimes I choose to make steaks for dinner and he is very appreciative.
How about you? Is it easier to let someone else make your choices for you? I know I sometimes wish someone would decide for me when I’m looking at a dozen different paint samples and I often wish someone would put me on a diet like I do my dog. Put me in the kennel if I keep getting in the frig.
It sure is a beautiful black night, isn’t it?
10 Feb 2012 1 Comment
in Journaling, Personal notes Tags: askville, dog, fired from a job, journal, journaling, just be yourself, knock on wood, le pen, Ning, o clock, sick as a dog, vomit, washi tape, wood, woodchuck, You're fired!
I’ve been sleeping so much since I’ve been sick with the flu and then I wake up at bedtime. I hate that. I want to be awake when the sun in shining and the birds are frozen in their nests. Actually, it’s warmed up a bit here is balmy Fairbanks, Alaska. It is currently 17 degrees F at 11 o’clock at night. I bet it was a beautiful sunny day – too bad I was sleeping. I still would like to be awake when my family is.
Well I think – maybe – I really hate to say it out loud but this is text actually…. I think I might be getting better – Knock on wood… wait, is that real wood or veneered plastic? I better go outside and knock on my house… oh, wait, the siding is vinyl dang. My doors are probably fiber fill…. I guess I better just knock on my head. I think it’s time for a new saying…. like maybe, “knock on plastic.”
I did look up the origin of “Sick as a Dog”. It doesn’t paint a very pretty picture. I’ll just use a quote that I liked from Askville by Amazon.
“Sick as a dog,” which means “extremely sick” and dates back to at least the 17th century, is also not so much negative as it is simply descriptive. Anyone who knows dogs knows that while they can and often will eat absolutely anything, on those occasions when their diet disagrees with them the results can be quite dramatic. And while Americans may consider themselves “sick” when they have a bad cold, in Britain that would be called “feeling ill.” “Being sick” in Britain usually means “to vomit.”
So to really appreciate the original sense of “sick as a dog,” imagine yourself seated in the parlor having tea with the Vicar on a lovely Sunday afternoon, when Fido staggers in from a meal of sun-dried woodchuck and expresses his unease all over your heirloom oriental carpet. It’s actually rather amazing that goldfish aren’t more popular.
Okay, so that answers that question. I guess since I am so careful about what my dog eats she doesn’t get sick like that. I don’t just let her run loose and eat whatever she finds… and she would. Dead, rotting bird… sure NOM NOM. Little Johnny’s PB&J studded with pea gravel…. yum. She’s a beagle so her nose gets her into trouble. She’s older so the critters that move are too fast for her and she ends up looking for stuff on the ground.
Anyway, I did get a little creative again last night. I did lesson 2 in the Soar journal. I even used a little bit of my new Washi tape I ordered from Cute Tape. That stuff is a little bit too expensive I think. I spent $20 on 3 rolls (the shipping was minimal) and what I got was 3 tiny rolls. The green roll looks bigger but it’s just that the cardboard ring in the middle is bigger and the tape is also on a white backing so that takes up a lot of room too. I guess I was thinking of a roll of masking tape. These are more like the size of a roll of scotch tape you get in the chincy little dispensers. The tape isn’t like masking tape though. I believe it is actually fabric. I couldn’t tear it. I just distorted the design. I had to give up on my dream of being like Hulk Hogan and get out the scissors.
Anyway, for lesson 2 in my SOAR journal I was to write about a difficult situation that I rose up from. I wrote about the time I got fired. It was the only time I ever got fired and other than this job I never even got a negative review. It was awful really. I did learn a valuable lesson though. I’ve always had the mindset that quitting was admitting defeat. My grandmother always told me to never ever quit – You fight until you win. In this case I learned that some situations just suck too bad and it’s not worth fighting for. My boss would come out red-faced, and spitting mad over a misunderstanding. After explaining he would just walk away with no apology after he scared me to death. He did have a brain tumor but instead of stepping down until he had surgery and recovered he just kept working. Sometimes he would be bleeding from his surgical site that wasn’t healing properly and once blood actually dripped on my desk. He wasn’t himself and made some poor decisions in my opinion. I knew the situation was bad and I was quietly looking for another job but I wasn’t willing to give up something I wanted so badly that I applied for the job 7 times before I got it. I didn’t want to look like a failure after that. The last review I got was great and said I was doing a wonderful job. Next thing I know I’m called into the office to get the ax. I was very upset but it ended up being a blessing in disguise. I went back to school and got a job as a CNA. Another thing I learned is that I can pick my employer. I began to go to interviews with a different mindset. I went into each interview to try to decide if they were the right employer for me. I also volunteered there first. I volunteered in several areas of the hospital before I decided on where I wanted to work. I will never again work for a place that is so poorly managed.
So, have you ever had a situation that seemed like the end of the world at the time but you ended up rising from the ashes to something better?
Here is another page I did using some of the graphics from the class printed in black and white. My color ink is out but I finally figured out how to get it to print in black. That used to be so easy. Just click the box that said “black ink only” but now that isn’t there. I tried to choose greyscale but it was still using the color ink which is virtually non-existant. That must have changed when my husband upgraded my computer to Windows 7. Anyway, I used my red le pen to add some color. I love my le pens.
If you are interested in the SOAR journal you can always sign up at any time. I started at the beginning of February. You just need to become a member of “Just be Yourself” on the Ning Network and than you can sign up for the free class. Anita gives great feedback and she has helped me a lot with some of my more troubling issues. I’ve exchanged emails with her and she always seems to have just the right words at the right time.
Dreams are illustrations from the book your soul is writing about you.
— Marsha Norman
Sicker than a dog
09 Feb 2012 1 Comment
in Personal notes Tags: dog, flu, sick
I was in bed all day with a fever. I didn’t do anything productive at all. I am so miserable. I was wondering though… why do people say, “sicker than a dog”? My dog is never sick, unless you count the times she ate poop. That is pretty sick but by a different definition. I used to have a book that explained common sayings like that but it didn’t include this one. I’ll have to look it up.
So much for the love notes. I’ll do better next year. Hopefully I won’t be sick next February. I did make a card but I decided it would be perfect for Valentines Day. So I’m going to hang on to that one. For now I’m just going to rest and try to get better.
Love & Fill in the ____ Friday
06 Jan 2012 5 Comments
in Personal notes, Photos Tags: bad breath, dog, facebook, Fill in the blank Friday, french fries, google, love, NaBloPoMo, Quote, Quotes, snow, spring, toe nails, turn up the music, victor hugo, yawn
“What a grand thing, to be loved! What a grander thing still, to love!”
― Victor Hugo
You can join “Fill in the blank Friday” by just clicking this link, copying the lines to your blog and answering the questions! Link up there too so other people can see your version.
1. One of my favorite things to do when I have free time is play around on the internet. I especially love to check out new pins on Pinterest and maybe even add a few (hundred). Then I read some blogs and write in mine, listen to some music on youtube, check out facebook and my inbox and than just google anything that comes to mind.
2. When I have free time I tend to do what I wrote above or I knit, crochet or do some other craft, turn up the music, journal, paint my toe nails some crazy color I wouldn’t want on my fingernails, paint or draw, take some pictures, and READ.
3. If I had an entire day completely to myself I would do the above. I almost always have the entire day all to myself and that isn’t always fun…..but I guess I also clean and organize some stuff every day
4. I would prefer to spend my free time (alone or with others…) oh with other’s definitely… unfortunately people are usually at work or school or otherwise doing things they need to be doing. I love those days when I can spend the day with my husband. We go shopping and sometimes stop by and get some french fries at McDonalds or go to some other restaurant and read the paper (fighting over sections)
5. Most of my free time happens all the time now. I can’t work anymore and my kids are teenagers. Every day is free time and it gets really lonely.
6. The best thing about free time is being able to do what you want to do when you want to do it.
7. The next time I have free time I should probably clean my house and the clear out the garage but instead, I’ll probably do what I mentioned in #1 LOL
The NaBloPoMo Prompt for today is
Do you wish the start of the year was in a different season? Which one?
Spring. I think starting a new year with new growth outside would be perfect. Besides, I’m cold. I love to see the snow receding and the new green grass starting to emerge. I love it when I see the first shoots of my perennials start reaching for the sun. I love seeing the neighborhood children start to come out again to play in the puddles made by the melting snow.
Here is my picture for my 356 Project
A doggie yawn
Doesn’t smell good, I’ll tell you what…
A little Nostalgic
09 Nov 2011 3 Comments
in Knitting, Personal notes Tags: beagle, dog, knitting, mom, nostalgia, pictures, shadow box
Thinking back to when I was a kid… I miss those days sometimes. Not that I miss living at home. I really like having my own home and not having to live by someone elses rules that don’t make sense to me. I just miss those days when I was a kid and played all day in the sunshine. I miss riding my banana seat bike and doing tricks on it that would bring my mom running outside screaming at me to get down. I would get going really fast and then stand on the seat with one foot on the steering wheel (I was always barefoot and used my toes to keep the handle bar straight) and put my hands out until I lost momentum and had to get down. I was always a tom boy… looking back at the pictures I was a dirty little girl with dirty hair and face like Mogli from jungle book. Well, at least after the age of 5. My sister, who is 13 years older than me, left home when I was 5 so the pictures of me from that time were always cute. I was usually dressed up in cute little dresses… usually red with my auburn hair in pigtails. I miss my sister a lot! She and I look a lot alike! Funny thing is, even though she left home when I was only 5 and after that she was in another state and I hardly ever saw her, we still do many things the same and like the same things. When I went down for the funeral I went shopping for a pair of shoes to wear with my dress. I wanted something nice but comfortable and sandal-like that I could wear the whole time I was there. I tried on everything in the whole store and finally decided on a pair. With the shoe on my foot I stuck it out to show my sister and she laughed and stuck out her foot. They were the same shoes. Then while we were waiting in line to pay for our stuff she started putting on some lipgloss. I couldn’t believe it…. I had the exact same kind/color in my purse. She also makes her coffee the same way I do. Well, I can’t have caffeine anymore so I don’t drink coffee but she is the only one who can make me a cup of coffee exactly the way I like it!
Okay, staying on the same theme of Nostalgia, I took a picture of a different type of box this time. This one is a shadow box frame. (for some reason my post got snipped at this point the first time and I had to re-write the rest!)
Inside there are pictures of various times of my mom’s life from her senior dance to the birth of my first baby to smiling at my youngest son… to her in her flower garden happy as a clam! There is a small pill box I found in her things that had a pretty flower design on top, a small book containing the “footprints” poem, and a cross stitch of a feedsack she was working on with the needle still hanging. There is a cross necklace that I bought her for Christmas and various pins that she wore of angels and american flags – things that were important to her. The cardinal was her favorite bird and that cardinal is designed to sit on a flower pot. I bought her that one and a blue jay for myself. The roses are from her funeral.
I’m still knitting my sweater and I’ve gotten several inches of stockinette done now. I have to get it to 14 1/2 inches total before the pattern changes. I really need to work on a baby blanket for my niece’s baby though. The baby is here now and his blanket isn’t done yet!!!! I think I’ll work on it tomorrow.
Blue jumped up in my lap again but this time I was ready! I saw the signs LOL I managed to get some pictures which is really hard to do because she is so close. I put my iPhone in front of my laptop screen and switched the camera to the front screen (a very cool funtion!)
Then she turns belly up wanting her tummy rubbed!
Shhhh! Don’t tell – she’s not allowed on the couch!
Then she got curious about the camera and we got a close up LOL
I’m the baby! Gotta love me!
08 Nov 2011 8 Comments
in Knitting, Personal notes Tags: baby, blue, box, collection, dinosaurs, dog, knitting
Did you ever see that show Dinosaurs? I don’t remember when it was on or what station… it was silly but cute! It was by Jim Henson and the voice of the baby was the same as Elmo. The baby was my favorite part. He was always causing trouble and then he would say, “I’m the baby, gotta love me!” You can skip through the video to the part with the egg…
Anyway, this is what I thought of yesterday when my adorable beagle Blue decided she needed my attention while I was knitting the ribbing for my sweater. I hate that part…. knit two, purl two, knit two, purl two…. I always get screwed up somewhere along the way especially when I’m not feeling well, like now. So I was almost finished with the 3 inches of ribbing I needed when she suddenly jumped in my lap and spun around. One of her nails hooked into my knitting and it spun around with her and the yarn wrapped around her too. THEN she rolled onto her belly in my lap and I sat there horrified as I looked at my knitting still stuck to her foot. The needle was just barely hanging on and several stitches were racing for the finished line. I unhooked it from her foot but just then she leapt over my back and down the arm of the couch to the floor where she again laid on her belly for belly rubs. So now the knitting is wrapped around her and me and I’m trying to hold onto the yarn that is tying us together to keep it from undoing any more. That’s when she looked at me with those big brown eyes and I knew I couldn’t be mad at her. She just wanted me to love her and she is soo lovable! It’s hard being a beagle in Alaska when it’s too cold to go out and play.
So now I have it all fixed. I got it all untangled (which was funny because I had a pencil in my hair and the yarn was hung on that LOL), used a crochet hook to fix all the dropped stitches and finished re-knitting until I got the required 3 inches. 
That’s when I noticed a few wrong stitches that I hadn’t noticed before. There were two purl stitches that should have been knit stitches just two rows down and then there was one purl that should have been a knit stitch that was 11 rows down! UGH! It was also a couple of inches from the end too so I had to be very careful to keep the needle on the left from sliding out while fixing the dropped stitch. So that’s what I’ve been doing today… fixing. I can’t make a sweater with mistakes and this is the front. I have to say too that I HATE HATE HATE these needles. They are long and slickery as snot! I kept dropping stitches because they slid off so easily, especially when switching between knit and purl stitches. I would have knit this using circular needles but I don’t have the size needed for the ribbing. I actually didn’t have the needle for the stockinette section either until last week. I can’t believe I did the entire back section with these long straight *slick as snot* needles but now I have a new set of size 9 circulars to switch to for the stockinette section that is next. I’m so glad! I really like bamboo but I am broke right now so I have to use what I’ve got and I had to buy the circulars that Walmart had (same brand blah!) because they were half the price of the nice bamboo needles as joanns. Plus, by buying them at Walmart my husband doesn’t freak out when he sees JoAnns on the credit card. At walmart it could be groceries LOL I’m a good girl, really I am.
Okay, so I was telling a friend of mine about my box collection and I thought I would share some pictures of my boxes. I really love anything that holds anything…. especially when I can find a treasure that *exactly* fits inside it. That just makes my heart jump and spin (kinda like Blue does). So I’m going to post about one box a day starting with one of my most treasured boxes. 
I got this one from my big sister after my mom died. The top of it looks like Angel wings and it has a little bit of sparkle here and there in the wings. On the sides it says “God sends his love and blessings…with wings of Angels”. Inside, on the bottom is a small feather that also sparkles. The bottom is the best part though. That is where my sister wrote me a note.
Like my mother does
06 Nov 2011 4 Comments
in Knitting, Personal notes Tags: books, dog, Reading, traci depree
Thanks to everyone who left me nice comments about my mom. I really appreciate your kind thoughts :O)
I’ve had this song playing in my head all day and I love how Laura Alaina sings it. I have to push it to the back because this video makes me cry!
Today has been a slow day for me. I took Claritin and it really helped a lot but it makes me tired. Everything makes me tired… I’m so sensitive to medicines. I took the claritin this morning at 7:30 and I slept till 2 pm and missed church again. UGh. Oh well, it is nice to be able to breath and its nice to know what I’m dealing with finally. I had been taking cold medicine and it just wasn’t working. My sinuses were really congested and my ears had that annoying tickle! I wished I could slide a pipe cleaner through there and scratch it real good but I might wipe out a few good brain cells doing that. When I woke up I laid there for a while still feeling doped up. Finally I decided to read a little. I had started to read this book a while back called “A Can of Peas” by Traci Depree. It’s a trilogy about a small town and things that happen with the people there. I started back where I had left off but realized I didn’t remember who anyone was anymore. So I started over again. I really like how the story has small sections written in italics that tell a small story that happened in the past. Those sections help the reader to understand some things about a person in the story and the history between the people.
It starts off taking about a guy named Peter Morgan whose grandfather just died. He was really close to his grandfather and remembered going with him on the tractor and watching the peas being harvested. Here is a quote from the book that his grandfather Roy Morgan said to him as a boy in an effort to explain why his dad is different and doesn’t want to work on the farm. His dad is a musician.
“People are like these here peas. They come in all sizes, you know. Some are big, some small. There’s floaters and sinkers, but it takes all kinds, working together and helping each other out. That’s what makes a family, a town, work.”…. and then a little bit farther on Peter says, “What will I be when I grow up, Grandpa?” His Grandpa answered, “You’ll be who you are now, plus or minus the choices you make along the way. Now, what you do, that’s another matter altogether. You’ll have to follow your heart… and God’s leading. But it’ll come to you, Peter.”
I’ve also been looking at my library book some – Forgotten Household Crafts by John Seymour. It has some really interesting information about how household chores used to be done. I just don’t like it when it tells something without a date range… That’s stuff I need to know in case I’m ever on Jeopardy!! Like this part that says “Whitewash was ritually applied to the ceilings every spring as part of the spring cleaning…” it also talks about “pounding the wash with a peg-dolly in the wash tub, then rinsed and passed through the wringer, before being hung out to dry.” It gives no indication about when, what era. Still interesting though… I always have google I suppose.
I also picked up my knitting that has been getting lonely in the corner. I am making a sweater in pale pink. I got the back finished towards the end of last month and started the ribbing at the bottom the front side. I
Back of Sweater
couldn’t knit for a while because of pain in my hands – especially, knit 2, purl 2 ribbing… and then I realized that Blue my beagle had pulled it out and nested on it. So instead of pale pink it was looking more like a tri-colored beagle. I ripped it out and tried to get rid of the dog hair sticking to the yarn and started fresh. Hopefully I’ll get the 3 inches of ribbing finished today or tomorrow morning so I can start on the stockinette. I’ve been sitting here in my recliner section of the couch knitting away while snuggled up with an afghan my mom made for me after I got married. It’s made with two strands of yarn… one is blue (my favorite color when I was a kid) and one is black (my husband’s favorite color). My mom was always making something when I was a kid :O)
I haven’t done anything creative yet today so we see later what I come up with.
Blog from a Dog
02 Nov 2011 2 Comments
in Personal notes, Pets, Photos Tags: alaska, dog, food, plant, rose, winter
A-hem! Blue has something to say.....
Definition for savable:
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- Such a sad sight
Sorry, I know that is a blurry picture but my hands shake. I have a familial tremor. Anyway, I cleaned off all of the dead leaves and there are a few that are still green. Some of the stems had to be trimmed off because they turned black. I hate to see this plant like this after I saved it from the store. I bought it at Fred Meyer and it was sick. It had a big fat sticker on it that said “50% off” which is funny to me. This plant is dying so you can have it for half off! Anyway, I nursed it back to health and it had the most beautiful dark red blooms I’m ever seen! So now I have to save it again and not put it back in that window.
Lucky dog
31 Jan 2009 Leave a Comment
in Personal notes, Worthy of Note Tags: breast cancer, cancer, dog, lucky, mom, sister
I found this in my email. I haven’t been on the computer much so I had over 3000 emails. I didn’t read most of the forwards but this one caught my eye. Maybe it was because it was from my big sis :O) Anyway, it’s a heart touching story about someone who beat breast cancer and their wonderful dog Lucky. My mom had breast cancer so I’m sure that is why both my sis and I liked it. I think anyone would love it though, especially an animal lover.
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Lucky Dog….
Anyone who has pets will really like this. You’ll like it even if you don’t and you may even decide you need one!
Mary and her husband Jim had a dog named ‘Lucky.’ Lucky was a real character. Whenever Mary and Jim had company come for a weekend visit they would warn their friends to not leave their luggage open because Lucky would help himself to whatever struck his fancy. Inevitably, someone would forget and something would come up missing.
Mary or Jim would go to Lucky’s toy box in the basement and there the treasure would be, amid all of Lucky’s other favorite toys. Lucky always stashed his finds in his toy box and he was very particular that his toys stay in the box.
It happened that Mary found out she had breast cancer. Something told her she was going to die of this disease . . . in fact, she was just sure it was fatal.
She scheduled the double mastectomy, fear riding her shoulders. The night before she was to go to the hospital she cuddled with Lucky. A thought struck her . . . what would happen to Lucky? Although the three-year-old dog liked Jim, he was Mary’s dog through and through. If I die, Lucky will be abandoned, Mary thought. He won’t understand that I didn’t want to leave him. The thought made her sadder than thinking of her own death.
The double mastectomy was harder on Mary than her doctors had anticipated and Mary was hospitalized for over two weeks. Jim took Lucky for his evening walk faithfully, but the little dog just drooped, whining and miserable.
Finally the day came for Mary to leave the hospital. When she arrived home, Mary was so exhausted she couldn’t even make it up the steps to her bedroom. Jim made his wife comfortable on the couch and left her to nap. Lucky stood watching Mary but he didn’t come to her when she called. It made Mary sad but sleep soon overcame her and she dozed.
When Mary woke for a second she couldn’t understand what was wrong. She couldn’t move her head and her body felt heavy and hot. But panic soon gave way to laughter when Mary realized the problem. She was covered, literally blanketed, with every treasure Lucky owned! While she had slept, the sorrowing dog had made trip after trip to the basement bringing his beloved mistress all his favorite things in life. He had covered her with his love.
Mary forgot about dying. Instead she and Lucky began living again, walking further and further together every day. It’s been 12 years now and Mary is still cancer-free. Lucky? He still steals treasures and stashes them in his toy box but Mary remains his greatest treasure.
Remember . . . live every day to the fullest. Each minute is a blessing from God. And never forget . . . the people who make a difference in our lives are not the ones with the most credentials, the most money, or the most awards. They are the ones that care for us.
If you see someone without a smile today give them one of yours! Live simply. Love seriously. Care deeply. Speak kindly. Leave the rest to God .
