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Furry Friends – Names From the Heart

Best Friends. Yes, your best, truest friend is your pet. For me it has been dogs.

When I was 3 – 4 Mom talked Dad in to getting a dog and somehow that poor dog was named Princess. Princess was a Spitz (back then not a recognized AKC breed – now they’re know as American Eskimo Dogs), and was – so the story goes – meant for me. Well, Princess had other ideas. She decided that her main “love” was my little brother. She would wiggle her way in to his playpen just to be with him. When it was his nap time, Mom had to pick up BOTH of them. Princess insisted that she couldn’t get out.

Our next dog was a Doberman/Lab mix. It was decided that her name should be peace – in some language – because it was felt that she would take a piece out of someone while defending us. So, she was named Pax. Pax was Mom’s dog, well mostly anyway. Yes, there was a time that if she could have gotten to the intruder she would have gotten a piece!

My next dog was while my husband and I were living in Colorado. A co-worker’s ex-husband brought two male Samoyed puppies for his daughters (and to make life hard for her). Well, since they couldn’t keep them I was asked if I would want one of them. Fortunately we got first choice and picked the puppy that came to us. He was adorable. I insisted that he should be named Sam. Of course my husband said but everyone names Samoyeds SAM. I didn’t care, that was his name and he liked it. Sam was a smart, tough guy. He went to work with Kim and always listened to both of us, and he was very lovable. It turned out (after about six months) that both of the puppies had been stolen. According to Colorado law, we could have kept Sam, it broke my heart but, we decided to return him to his rightful owners. It turned out his registered name (yes, he was a purebred) was Sam Spade.

Kim-96It took years for us to get our next dog, most apartments don’t allow them. But when we got our house (in 1996), we got a dog. One of my husband’s co-workers had a dog who had just had a litter of puppies. Shepherd/Lab mix. The puppy that walked up to him was mostly black with a bit of white on her chest. It took a bit of thinking, but it hit me – Kodi! Like a Kodiak bear (because at the time – 2am – I honestly thought that bear was black with white markings on the chest). Well, she seemed to like that name. Kodi also had epilepsy. She would come to me when she had seizures. She would get in the way to be there for me when I had seizures. Oh, in the way meant that it was hard for Kim to get to me so he could be there thru my seizure then get me to bed. Fortunately all the neighbors loved her – no fenced yard so she roamed a bit. When she died Kim dug a deep enough grave for her so that she wouldn’t be disturbed. She rests with her favorite blanket and toy. Yes, I still get teary eyed when I think of her.

Now it seems that every other dog is solid white with the other two being black/brown/white mixes. So, does that mean our next dog will be white? Who knows.

As of this writing one of our nieces has a new puppy and is trying to decide on his name. I told her it would come to her and that it would come from the heart – I know that’s how it worked for at least three of my dogs!

We haven’t gotten another dog yet, I guess we’ll know when “our” dog will come. Just wish it will hurry up and get here!

Finding the Positive in My Experiences

There are times in a person’s life when they’re just not sure of themselves. You know, sometimes not comfortable being in their own skin. I was told/taught at an early age (three) that I’m not pretty; Mom wasn’t sure how to make sure I wouldn’t grow up to be vain. But that slap across the face and telling me that I wasn’t pretty took care of that concern. Mom wasn’t sure how to reverse that teaching (that’s what Dad told me after Mom died). So, over the years I had a lousy self-image and low self-esteem.

I’ve gotten better.

Then I became a person with a chronic condition (I’m not nearly as bad as others) and I didn’t want to admit I have epilepsy. I rationalized that I perhaps had a mild seizure disorder that wasn’t serious and would go away. I mean when you have one seizure, then a couple of years would go by… of course I wouldn’t (willingly) believe that I have epilepsy.

This morning I was thinking about how special today is; you see 32 years ago today (Valentine’s Day) was the first time my husband said “I love you.” I remember this because I had tried to say it the night before. He gently put his hand over my mouth and wouldn’t let me say anything. Well, that hurt. But in the morning he fixed me breakfast and said those three wonderful words. Then the silliest thing, we went to the store, looked at Valentine’s cards handed one to each other (the one we would have bought) and hugged and kissed in the store. Silly yes, but definitely a memory that has stayed with me all these years.

You see with my seizures I have gotten to a point where there are a lot of things in my life I’ve seem to have forgotten.

So, while I was reminiscing about 32 years ago, I was going thru some cards and letters I’ve kept over the years. I have the first letter he wrote me – he went out of state for work. It took him a while because he’s not the greatest at writing, but he wrote me. Don’t misinterpret, we talked every other day. As I got further into the stack of cards I found the cards from co-workers from my days at HDS (that job that I would still be working at today if they hadn’t merged, or at least I like to think so). I was in the first group to be laid-off, we had a farewell celebration. One of those “goodbye, we’ll miss you we wish you (those of us leaving) the best of luck.” I still have the gifts I was given and the cards. I was reading the cards. I truly liked working with all my former co-workers, I still like them and miss them, but you know with that self-esteem thing I didn’t really think they liked me all that well. I had always thought they simply tolerated me.

As I sit here thinking of all that’s happened since 2005, I think that perhaps being forced to go to the higher stressed job was a good thing. Because you see that job, was where I had my record amount of seizures – even two in one day. That job is where the co-workers were afraid of me, my seizures, so they did their best to drive me away and forced my leave of absence. If I hadn’t gone thru all the massive stress of that job I truly believe that I would not have had all of those seizures. I wouldn’t have had the tests (including surgical test) I did in 2007. I believe that I wouldn’t be seizure-free since August 2007.

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAI will always miss working at HDS. I do miss all my co-workers (I do still keep in touch with some, even if it is only via facebook and we have gotten together for dinner). But I do know that re-reading those cards, does remind me that I have made a positive impact in my life. They tell me that yes; I am a good person, that people found a positive value in me and truly wished me well. While yes, I need to know that for myself (I’m still learning), it is good to know that others have felt that way about me.

Showing Support and Other Thoughts

Two thoughts for writing popped in my head, since they were short, I thought I’d combine them.

I guess when you have a cold your brain gets a bit addlepated and thoughts go off in all sorts of directions. (while I’m writing this – thoughts are still going willy-nilly)

Last year, two friends both dealt with breast cancer – at the same time. I will change the names and states to protect their privacy. One friend, Sunshine lives in Maine (far from Michigan – not exactly close by). My other friend, Moonbeam lives in Oklahoma (another not so close trip). But I did keep in contact with them and send them fun/silly things while they were fighting cancer and chemo. For Sunshine, we bought her a Rastafarian wig – it’s something completely different than a scarf. Besides, Sunshine has the personality to pull off wearing that wig. She sent us a picture of her wearing it – she looked great. For Moonbeam, I sent her funny cards and brownies (for when she could actually eat).

celebrate-lifeThe truly wonderful thing – they both had fantastic support systems! It’s wonderful having friends, family, neighbors, colleagues, other chemo patients, etc. find ways to help. Both of these women are incredibly brave. One even had to deal with post surgery allergies.

I’m happy to say that Sunshine has sent pictures (sans wig). She’s looking marvelous and I love the short hair style. Moonbeam’s hair has all kinds of tight curls – she’s looking marvelous as well. Both ladies have (more or less) returned to their previous life-style, but with some limitations, but they are alive have celebrated 1 year being cancer-free!

Now for the other thought that popped in to my head. Someone had posted a challenge on Facebook: in 10 seconds give a word starting with the letter A and ending with the letter E. I instantly came up with two, totally unrelated words – in this order: apple and arse. Yep, trying to figure out the apple-butt thing; not quite sure how that is supposed to work.

One more thing, my husband is now cancer-free for two years now, and I’m incredibly happy with that!!!

National-Breast-Cancer-Awareness-MonthTomorrow (October 1, 2013) starts Breast Cancer Awareness Month – don’t forget, women are not the only ones who get breast cancer – yes, men can too. But because this is a picture my husband appreciates – and it’s fun – think positive thoughts, pray science finds a cure for ALL cancers.

And That’s the Truth

Not long ago I was asked to write an article about TRUTH.

I’m part of a group of women entrepreneurs producing a monthly e-magazine called It’s All About Yes and our latest topic deals with truth and how it effects you.

My article talks about the Golden Rule, treating others as I’d like to be treated.

truth-1Well, last night I couldn’t fall asleep right away – I hate those nights. I kept thinking about other truths. I kept thinking about the phrase “that’s the honest truth.” Umm, isn’t truth by its very nature honest? So, of course I had to look up “false truth.” Yes there is such a thing. According to the Urban Dictionary: A false truth is something believed by many people to be true but is not. It is usually something that cannot be backed up with hard evidence. Or: A very subtle lie that most would not be able to determine whether it is true or not

Based on that second definition, isn’t that the same thing as a “white lie?”

Well, the other thing my mind kept going over and over, with the “honest truth” constantly popping Edith annup. I kept thinking of Lily Tomlin playing Edith Ann – and that’s the truth!

One of the things that kept running thru my mind: what’s been going on in my life lately. I’ve not been a (completely) happy camper of late.

As you know, I have epilepsy and need to take medication to control my seizures. When one takes medication you need to be careful and make sure that the generics you get are consistently the same as what you’ve been getting. If you don’t monitor this you can suffer some nasty side effects. Well, I’ve had to change where I get my meds and had to research into where they get the meds from. I spent a lot of time on the phone for this one. Well, I found what I needed to know, got the new generics. But I’ve been dealing with some lousy side-effects. One effect being not being able to clearly concentrate. This is not good when you need to be accurate for clients.

So, as a result I’ve taken on a part-time job to supplement my income. This is not a bad thing, many people find themselves in a similar situation. And, since mine is a home-based business and I’m at my desk all the time, being out of the house for the part-time job is a good thing – I get out of the house.

But, once in a while I wonder. Are my disoriented feelings a result of the medications? Could they be a result of working my business and working a part-time job? Could they be a manifestation of my feeling like I’m failing? I mean I must be failing somehow – I had to get that part-time job…

Now, because of my ethics of the importance of doing everything right for my clients, I’ve introduced a client to a friend of mine who is also a truth-2virtual assistant. Yes, it makes me feel a bit better that I’ve succeeded in looking out for my client. However, I’ve now further reduced my income. That isn’t helping me any. There was a series of “malfunctions” leading up to this decision, this facing another truth.

  • The disorientation making it hard to concentrate, I wasn’t performing as well as I should.
  • Then I got a nasty cold and felt even more miserable.
  • While feeling miserable/unfocused I opened a bad email and a truly rotten virus attacked my computer. My computer guy was wonderful and was able to save everything!
  • Right after getting my computer back my wireless keyboard started failing. SWELL. According to a tech at Logitech it’s possible that the virus affected the keyboard. I have to wait 3-5 business days to get the replacement keyboard (thank goodness for warranties).

Because of all of the above happening, I’ve had to use my laptop. It’s a great little thing but doesn’t have everything I need. So, I’ve lost a client (my decision – don’t want to keep letting her down).

All these truths are hard to face.

All these truths are depressing and make me want to curl up and hide. We all know that won’t solve anything!

So, here’s my plan to solve these rotten truths:

  • Revel in the fact that the disorientation is easing up.
  • Enjoy the part-time job – it is helping me through this time. (not necessarily making things worse)
  • When the computer is complete again, find a class on one of the things I’m not so strong in and take it. Being in a “formal” class will help my brain function more clearly – snap me out of the fog.

2013 is going to be a better year for me and my business. I just need to keep positive.

And that’s the truth!

Thanksgiving

Yes, it’s that time of year when we reflect on all the things we’re thankful for. Although some of us also wonder just why shopping has gotten to be so important. Those Black Friday sales now have Thanksgiving pre-sales. REALLY?

Well, back to the original thought – thankfulness. No ranting here.

There are many things I’m thankful for:

  • My husband has been cancer-free for a year and a half.
  • I have been seizure-free for five years.
  • Our home
  • Our family and friends
  • My husband – that he’s even in my life. (he’s my rock/my life)
  • My business/clients

Every night when I pray, I start with Thank You God for everyone and everything in my life. Thank you for my husband (the love of my life), our home and thank you for today. Sometimes that’s it, others I will ask for help – for family, friends, and sometimes for me.

I’m thankful for waking up in the morning. I’m thankful for the abilities I’ve been given and those I’ve learned. I’m thankful that I can type my blogs – I’m thankful that people read them!

This year Thanksgiving will be different. You see in July my step-Mom passed away. Dad had surgery in October – still healing (it’s OK that it’s a slow process). Kim – being a FEMA Inspector will be in New York.

I’m thankful that the hosts of the B&B he’s at will let him stay during the holiday. I’m thankful that I don’t have to search for a place for him to stay. I’m thankful that he’s in a safe place. I’m thankful that I can spend Thanksgiving with Dad. I’m thankful that my brother will be able to be there too. I’m thankful that Kim’s truck will get me where I need to go (it’s a wee bit beat up ’95 Dodge with a LOT of miles), it runs great and that’s what counts.

Yes, I miss my husband. But I am thankful for our cell phones! We talk every day.

What are you thankful for this Thanksgiving?

What a Psychic Once Told Me

Rather interesting email yesterday. It told me that I needed to be concerned because:

I am contacting you now because this morning I had a powerful flash about you and I felt the enormous distress that you are carrying with you at the moment.
If act NOW then you have every chance to resolve the major questions which you have about your love life at this time.
I know you now feel abandonned and alone as far as your love life is concerned but I want you to know that this is no longer the case because I want to help you to work through this situation.

Yes, this person is a psychic I contacted – based on a friend’s recommendation. The above excerpt is exactly how she sent it – with typos. My reactions:

  • Enormous distress????? Huh?
  • What major questions about my love life? My husband and I are very happy thank you very much! We’ve been together 30 years and married 26.
  • There is no way I feel abandoned.

This is the same psychic who told me at the beginning of last year that she saw a lot of travel for me for the year. Well, OK I’ll give her that one. I did go to a convention in Chicago. I did do a lot of driving back and forth to the hospital because of my husband’s surgeries. OK, on the “a lot of travel” thing.

Then she said, here is a list of your lucky days. On these days you should play the lottery, I know you will win. OK, what could that hurt? I played the Lotto and instant tickets. Win? Not once. The only one who did well on that was the State Lottery Commission – they sold more tickets.

It is very rare that I contact psychics for readings (the last time was when I was 21 and Mom thought the person was great – another way off base person), but sometimes they are entertaining. I should say right now, I’m sure there truly are gifted people out there. Just because I haven’t found one doesn’t mean they don’t exist. Maybe it’s that I don’t completely understand exactly what they’re telling me?

What do I actually learn from psychics?

Well, there is the belief that I am smart and can make my own way in life – with the help of friends and loved ones. This is how everyone truly does well in life. A truly wealthy person cannot count how many friends they have – because there are so many. A wealthy person counts their blessings – and they are abundant!

My life is blessed. I have people I love and who love me. I have friends, and people who think I’m great even when I don’t see where they get that idea. I do thank God – every day – for this and ask for help for my family and friends (as the need arises). You’d better believe that I asked for help for Kim’s cancer and that he be given the ability to beat it. It worked – he is a little over a year and cancer free. But the doctor won’t declare this for another 3 years.

So, thank you God for my life.

Oh, a positive flow of income wouldn’t hurt…