May 1st. 2010

It's hard to believe time moves so swiftly, never ending on it's journey to the end of time. Ever wonder when that might be? Ever think you couldn't care less? I was feeling that way today and mentioned it to my good friend Victoria in California, and was surprised to hear her say the same thing. It seems we discussed that both have had exciting full lives, our kids are grown and happy, we've both had a good man that was taken away much to early and both have been successful in our chosen careers.

What with the government we now have running our country I believe it is the beginning of the end as we know it, and it won't be a pretty end either. If things keep going the way these shady politicians want them to go, we will be a third world country begging for scraps. So if the good Lord feels the desire to take me to a better place, so be it. I've pretty much been there, done that. Oh, I don't plan on moping around I still have a novel to finish and other work to do but I am no longer afraid of the end coming. I have made my peace with Him and hope there are dogs in heaven, my dogs especially! Gods blessing!

EMPTYNESS

This morning at 10:30 a.m., after all hope had been exhausted, my Reeta, sister of Rosee both Yorkshire Terriers was put down while I held her in my arms. It didn't go well and she fought the vet as tiny as she was for a second. I lost Rosee last Easter Sunday and now two weeks and a day later my other baby is gone as well. I can honestly say I wish I was with them.

I am now alone, and my home is so quiet and empty. It is amazing how something as small as my two girls were, they were able to fill up the house with so much love, laughter and happiness.

I have decided instead of being mad at God for taking them, I would thank him for giving us 13 wonderful happy years together.

Thanks for listening!

OH NO! NOT AGAIN...

This morning I took Reeta, Rosee's sister and littermate to the vet for a thorough checkup, she seemed to be breathing harder than usual. After the initial examination it seems she also has a heart problem, and there was some fluid in her lungs. The vet has a battery of tests she will perform; so Reeta has to spend the night there. I will know more tomorrow morning. You know theres a saying that goes:

GOD NEVER GIVES US MORE THAN WE CAN HANDLE!!!

Right now I am doubting that statement. After losing my baby Rosee last Sunday just 14 days ago, I'm not sure losing Reeta too wouldn't send me round the pipe.

For those of you who believe and wouldn't mind praying for a small dog, please pray for Reeta.
I will keep you posted as I know more. Thank You...

WASTING TIME...

Earlier today I was sitting in a lounge chair on my patio enjoying the mild weather and sunlight. I was watching some birds frolicking on the roof across the street, tweeting and chasing one another around the trees. They didn't seem to have a care in the world. That made me feel good and I couldn't help but smile, when all of a sudden, out of nowhere a hawk swooped down and grabbed one dove in his tallons, flying high into the sky until he disappeared. The other birds all flew for cover. Suddenly it was still and they were all gone as if they'd vanished by magic.

This reminded me of Easter Sunday when my little dog Rosee, who seemed fine the day before, suddenly and without warning died. OUR LIVES CAN CHANGE IN AN INSTANT. One minute we're happy and fine and the next in the grip of the tallons of a hawk or something of that nature.

I am reminded of the time my friends daughter who was nine, wanted her to play cutouts with her. Just sit down awhile and enjoy one anothers company playing together. My friend was too busy stating she had too much work to do as she always did when asked to play. That night, and the way it always seems to happen; without warning her child somehow fell and hit her head on the corner of her dresser. Two days later she died without ever gaining consciousness. My friend said as she sobbed that she had wasted her daughters childhood working instead of spending quality time with her. She said, she always thought there was plenty of time, and before she realized it nine years had passed them by. Unfortunately wasted life can never be regained.

I don't mean to sound preachy or tell anyone what to do but in a heartbeat your life can end or the life of someone you love; so be sure to take the time, play cutouts or ball or just sit and talk to those you love while you have the chance. And everyday tell those you love that you love them. Tell yourself too, you are worth loving! Do something nice for yourself.

Another thing evident to me today loud and clear is the way life renews itself. My trees, bushes and plants have buds already and will soon bloom with life and beauty once again. Even with the mishaps and tragedys of life it is amazing and wonderful, and I thank God everyday for his blessings.

But less we forget again, we are not plants and our lives once gone cannot be renewed.

GOD BLESS AMERICA. . .

Broken Heart...

Today my sweet little yorkie ROSEE had to be rushed to the emergency vets office where she died. They were able to bring her around once and start tests but the xray showed her lungs were full of fluid and her little heart couldn't take the strain. She was fine yesterday, her regular happy little self and then today all of a sudden her breathing was labored. I have had other pets die, and her sister Reeta is still here with me but ROSEE who turned thirteen on Feb. 9th. was my very special angel since she was eight months old, and I just can't seem to stop crying. . .

My dearest friends on Writers' Voice and Boomer Women Speak I want to thank you for your words of consolati0n and courage. I love each and every one of you so much. I know time helps heal but my loss is too new yet for any healing. My Reeta is also thirteen and I fear I may be experiencing this yet again but God I hope not for a long, long while!

I hope you all had a HAPPY EASTER.

Happy April Fools' Day

I must admit I have wondered where and when the name of this so called holiday was invented. I am sure it wasn't God when creating the earth. Or maybe it was as he did create man after all, males like Jesse James, Tiger Woods, John Edwards, John Ensen and countless others, and they number in the tens of thousands. Of course to be fair about this, for every slime ball cheater, there are a bevy of mindless, selfish, classless whores ready to offer themselves willingly to these pigs... So who is worse the cheater or the cheatee, (is that even a word?) In my book both should be eliminated from existance using an electric chair, him in the seat, and her,or them as the case may be, on his lap. I admit to being a wild woman in my youth but married men were off limits. I was lucky to have had two good men in my life and neither cheated or when looking (as all men will) they didn't make it an insult by learing at a beautiful woman. I was extremely fortunate and a very good shot, humm, maybe that was the reason for their fidelity. But I digress, my question is do you thnk a cheater deserves a second chance, especially a serial cheater??? Please be honest men and women alike. I am using your answers in a new book; of course complete anonimity is guaranteed.

I am eager to know whether any one played a practical joke on anyone today or had one played on them. I believe the concept of practical jokes is a dying art...

Today I finally cancelled my Facebook account. Good Lord the horror stories I was hearing from writers and other good friends, of hijacked email lists, blogs being misrepresented etc., I figured I had been lucky up to now so I deleted my information. I would rather be safe than sorry and all Facebook does when you've been attacked and trashed is apologize, and say they are working on the problems. WHAT????

Singing here: "So long it's been good to know ya, so long it's been good to know ya.....!"

Another day, another dollar. I hope my ramblings find everyone healthy, happy and wise.