Same No More
I'm not the same.
That sweet little girl
twirling in my new
frilly dress.
Dancing in the rain
muddy puddles, a ducky mess.
Playing patty-cake with my newborns tiny hands.
Guiding little sleepyheads off to neverlands.
Watching them from the crowd
as they grew and played
when allowed.
I miss them now
so much,
I wish they could have stayed.
Hard lessons learned.
Heart scars earned.
What once was whole,
now has a hole.
Broken and in pieces
with an ache, a pain
that never ceases.
No, I'm afraid I'll never
be the same.
The Great Dane
I love dogs. All dogs.
Actually, I love all animals and get along well with just about any breed or species.
I have never believed that humans were superior to the other creatures living on this planet, simply because we all live and speak differently doesn't make one superior to another.
Anyway, for the better part of twenty years I owned and fostered Great Danes. I have also owned other breeds and mutts, but I find the dane to be the calmest and most regal of all I've had the pleasure of knowing.
I have an American Bulldog named Bruce right, now who is fifteen months old and a sweet ball of energy. He's very loving and loyal and smart omg he's so smart!
However, I missed my Danes so my husband got me a puppy the other day! I named him Raja, because of my love of India, and he is a reverse brindle. All of my personal Danes have been brindle.
He is the goofiest little guy! No matter what the species, all infants play the same goofy way and are clumsy trying to learn their feet!
Bruce has been so gentle and sweet when playing with Raja it's been such a privilege just to watch them play.
Raja is eight weeks old and twenty one pounds. He's gonna be big!
I can't wait!
Oh look, Puppies!
Hard to see the things that used to be so clear.
Where's my keys?
Where's the dog?
Where's my phone?
Where did my body go?
Where's the beef?
My shape has shifted.
Everything that was "up" is "down"!
My body shifted from large to super size without the fries!
From auburn to gray, boohoo.
Oh look, puppies!
What was I saying?
What was I doing?
Where was I going?
Who was I doing it with?
Don't say that!
Don't say this?
Don't give me that look!
Oh look puppies!
A Beautiful Life
Mother, thank you for your undying, unconditional love. Thank you for teaching me the things that really matter in life, things like service to others, the importance of family, and how precious children are.
You supported me even when you could have put me out, you loved me even at my worst, and you got me through and helped me become better than I started out.
"Thank You" is not enough. I just want you to know that I hope to see you one day with your grin and smiling eyes. You gave me a beautiful life!
The last seventeen years has been really hard without your love and guidance.
Missing you terribly,
Your Daughter.
Please understand…What you give, you get back…
There are certain things in this consciousness that are inevitably for certain.
Life and your concept of it is extremely short. How you choose to use your minuscule amount of time on this platform is completely up to you, however I would suggest that you consider using it wisely and focus on the good of others instead of thinking the universe revolves around you because that is selfish and will get you nowhere. No friends, no fun, no life , no joy, no love, nothing.
What you give…
You get back.
All good things….
At the end of January I fell and broke my ankle. It was pretty serious, had to have two pins and a screw put in and I spent a month in a rehab facility recovering and re-learning how to walk.
I have never felt so helpless in my entire existence!
However, the nurses and doctors were so kind, they were so understanding, not one of them said a harsh word to me.
All of these people deserve a reward for everything they have to put up with on a daily basis. Dementia patients, cranky elderly by in general, cleaning up messes that would make you gag!
Im telling all of this to say that maybe
my broken ankle wasn’t such a terrible thing after all.
Here’s why, it got me out of my little bubble and out into part of the world ordinary people don’t see most of the time. I was able to meet some of the most amazing, caring people when I had lost my faith in humanity.
It takes a special kind of person to be in the medical profession.
To you out there I say a most humble
THANK YOU!
You can’t Buy Your Way To Heaven!
A month ago I fell in my home and broke my ankle in three places.
I had to crawl to the living room to get my phone to call 911, then I had to crawl to the front door to let the Paramedics in because my dog wouldn’t allow them to come in the back to the unlocked back door.
Luckily I live in a tiny little house!
The following day I had surgery to put my bones back together, this has been an ordeal! Then after a week in the hospital, they sent me to a “Rehab facility“ or what most of us know as a nursing home.
At fifty six I can tell you I was the youngest one there and I surprised a few of the nurses and patients when they saw how much younger I was.
This state I live in has some of the lowest regards for our elderly people that I have ever seen. It’s plum shameful and disappointing. Our childcare system is handled the same way! Elderly and infants are treated terribly at some facilities.
Here’s an idea why can’t they have a retirement home, that’s a big farmhouse? The farmhouse is on let’s say five acres and two acres are dedicated to a big vegetable garden and those elderly people who can, can come out and tend the ggarden and
there could be raised beds for those in wheelchairs.
Also a spot for chickens and goats maybe a cow or two and a pony.
Then in another area have a nice big flower bed with all kinds of flowers that bloom all year long.
And in the very back of the property a bee colony to make our own honey and sustain our garden.
I noticed how many elderly just waste away in beds or chairs staring off at nothing. A lot of these people have useful information about life and they remember, but they are thrown away and forgotten. They are thrilled to get to pet a therapy dog, or cat, or see a therapy horse! Fresh flowers make their day! Also, talking to them as adults instead of like babies would be an improvement.
I know it’s hard taking care of people who are hateful talking. Most of the time it’s not their fault.
If I had the money I would set up a place like I described above for the lower class because they need it the most.
After all
You Can’t Buy Your Way to Heaven.
The Truth about ageing
When I got to my forties I was bound and determined not to age prematurely like so many I have observed. After all, I never smoked cigarettes, I wasn’t a hard liquor drinker, nor a frequent drinker of alcohol. My worst vice has been sweets and bread, that seams to be the southern woman’s bane and heaven forbid if it’s in your genetics ’cause honey you are just doomed!
Luckily, I was able to keep wrinkles away all the way up to my mid fifties, but now since I’m losing my mid life weight, my skin is changing texture.
Its just weird to me, no one ever talked about it before so is it just me?
oh well it’s just an observation of random thoughts in my head while I recuperate from this stupid broken ankle.
Oh and yes the ankle is a pain in my bum too because it’s taking way to long to heal and get back to normal!
Ok sorry for my complaining.
Hope your life is better :-)