by Lanie Blackmon
My best friend spoke to me last night
a soft whisper in my ear.
I woke up and looked around the room,
I was startled, yet I had no fear.
My best friend said that all is fine
Rainbow Bridge is so much more.
That there was so much love up there,
even a beautiful ocean shore.
There are fields and fields of green green grass
and the sky has different shades of blue.
There are flowers, mountains, trees and clouds,
everything they said it was, is true.
My best friend whispered in my ear last night
saying "Please don't cry or be sad.
That what was done, had to be done,
for me to live my life now, so be glad."
My best friend said that I did the right thing
an unselfish act on my part.
And that the pain and sadness I feel
will be gone soon from my heart.
I asked my best friend, "How could this be
I miss you so much everyday.
That my heart hurts so much for you,
I wish there could of been another way."
My best friend whispered in my ear last night
"You will always be in my heart.
Go on and live and love another,
because we will never really be apart."
My best friend whispered in my ear last night
"It's time for me to go towards the light.
I just wanted to stop and say to you
Go on my best friend, I'll be alright."
"I carry your unconditional love with me
I have done this from the very start."
I whispered back to my best friend last night,
"I'll always love you with all my heart."
"So goodbye my best friend," as I looked up at the sky
A shooting star I see in a straight line
Moving fast across the sky and out of sight,
I whispered, "Goodbye my best friend. Now, I'll be fine."
-- Lanie Blackmon <lovemy4goldens at hughes.net>
Wednesday, October 17, 2007
Tuesday, October 16, 2007
As most of you know, I grew up in Minnesota. I lived in a small town of not quite 1000 people. I had the best possible childhood. We were two hours from Minneapolis, MN for shopping and doctor (specialist) trips. We had a cabin at the lake about 10 miles from town. It is a spring fed lake and so clear you can (to this day) see the bottom, even when you go out deep in it. I received this Heartwarmer's Story today, and when I saw this title, I just KNEW I had to put in here. If no one reads it but me, I am still happy. I loved the lake and the cabin. I am a Scorpian, and that helped.
I confess, that WE did NOT have clams, (Nancy, are you reading this? Cuz I know you DID.) We had turkey or chicken and steak that my Dad grilled outside and that's what OUR fall extended family celebration day offered.. I am a midwestern girl, but I must say I while I have grown to love lobster, shrimp, and crab, I DETEST clams, and squid (what is that stuff?), and do not eat it to this day.
Still this story got me, down to my toes. I hope you will dream along with me and read it....I bet it might just "get" you, too.
Love you all,
LITTLE COTTAGE BY THE LAKE
by Stefanie Wass
What a crisp, colorful autumn afternoon.
Crimson tipped maples paint the rural landscape as we make our way to my aunt's shady lakeside cottage. Overhead, a flock of geese fly in "V" formation, seemingly pointing us to the Western Pennsylvania border, past miles of roadside pumpkin stands and endless fields of late season sweet corn.
Finally, my husband turns down the familiar gravel road. I spot the lake, glistening in the warm October sun.
"We're here!" I rustle my girls from the back seat. "Hurry and say hello to everyone."
The small white cottage reminds me of a doll house -- the good cozy kind, where friends and family happily gather, spilling out into the yard when the quarters get a bit tight. I smile as I walk past the well manicured lawn, bedecked for fall with orange and yellow mums peeking from cast iron buckets.
As always, dried cornstalks climb the back porch rails. I spy a row of perfectly orange pumpkins, gifts from my uncle's garden. I wonder if my girls will remember to take one home at day's end. For years, my uncle has sent home a pumpkin with each child, just in time for Halloween.
Hopping out of the car, the girls crunch through the leaves, hoping to sample appetizers on the back porch table. In an instant, their cheeks are stuffed with crab dip, Amish Swiss cheese, and trail bologna.
Family seems to be everywhere. Cousins, aunts, and uncles trickle out from the cottage, sharing hugs and gossip in the wooded yard. Gathered in groups, my chatty Scotch Irish clan prepares for our autumn tradition -- an outdoor clambake, held annually on the first Sunday in October.
Husks fly off golden ears of sweet corn as we all pitch in, removing silky threads from more than forty cobs. Great aunts, unaware that they could be sitting down, scurry about setting tables, slicing juicy red tomatoes, and taking surreptitious sips of homemade
berry wine. The men hover as they always do, around the fire pit.
I chuckle at this primitive scene -- men tending the fire and women preparing the vegetables. Why is this always the case?
Salty steam wafts upward from the coals as the tempting smells of clams and chicken tease my taste buds. What could be better than this? Somehow, I can't imagine being anywhere else on this idyllic
autumn afternoon. Sitting around card tables in the yard, we manage to quiet down for a prayer of thanksgiving.
Then, at long last, it is time to dig in. Tearing open the mesh bag of steamers, I can hardly wait to swirl each clam in drawn butter. What a gloriously gritty delicacy. Heaven seems near as a lobster tail is placed upon my plate, followed by sweet potatoes and a cup of steaming clam broth.
My daughters, content with an ear of sweet corn each, amazingly don't seem to care that much for seafood.
"I can help you out there." my husband teases, reaching for their leftover lobster. We laugh with my cousins as we swap family news and gorge on a final, overindulgent treat -- homemade cheesecake and APPLE pie.
As the sun sets, we pour second cups of coffee, warm mugs that prolong our time together, if only for a few precious minutes.
"Don't forget to take a pumpkin home with you," my aunt reminds us. "Did you get a candle off the mantel?"
Our girls pick their future jack-o-lanterns as I select my party favor -- a homemade cranberry scented votive. In the year ahead, the candle will take me back to this place, filling my house with the
light and warmth of family.
"Thanks again for the clams, the pumpkin, the candle!"
It is the following morning and I am struggling to email my aunt. How can I show my appreciation for it all -- the glorious weather, the delectable food?
Finding next year's calendar, I flip ahead to October, making sure to highlight the first Sunday in bright orange marker. Perhaps the best sort of thank you involves simply being present for cherished traditions.
Next year, and hopefully for many years to come, I will be there, feasting with family at the little cottage by the lake.
-- Stefanie Wass <swass at adelphia.net>
Wednesday, October 10, 2007
I have to share this with you all, I was very moved by this story. It brought back many thoughts and memories I have of caring for my Mom.
by Ellie Braun-Haley
The transition from living in your own home and directing every aspect of your life to being confined to a wheelchair and being dependent on others for everything, is a traumatic change.
Five months after mother's 91st birthday my mother fell and this one single incident changed mother's life.
She was in hospital for months and then moved to a nursing facility. We knew she would never go home again and then came the day when she too knew it.
When I visited my mother I recognized she was putting up a brave front, yet I knew inwardly she was questioning her own value.
She was completely helpless, confined to a bed unless someone moved her to a wheelchair. The sinks were not even set up for wheelchairs so she had difficulty even brushing her own teeth.
Closets held her clothing up high, as if she had elastic arms. Her legs would barely respond to lift or shift and her conversations indicated she felt as useless as those legs.
Mother was wondering why she was still on this earth. Four infections had drained mother to the point where she no longer read or did crossword puzzles or played cards with herself.
Wishing to stimulate her interest in something I asked her if I could read a short story to her. She nodded her consent and laid her head back on the pillow.
I told her the story of The Patient...
* * *
The Patient was bedridden and only able to chat a bit and smile. All the nurses looked forward to going into The Patient's room because they were overworked, tired and in need of something -- perhaps the milk of human kindness.
In The Patient's room they fed on the warmth of the smile they received. Each person was uplifted by the good cheer, gentle words, and by the abundant and concerned thoughtfulness of this one senior Patient.
There were some in the hospital who yelled and whined. There were some who cried and others who literally abused the staff with slapping, biting and harsh words, but not The Patient.
No, when the staff entered the room of The Patient it was as if they knew they would find sanctuary! All understood, in this room, with this one Patient, they would always be uplifted.
Cleaning staff, nurses, even doctors fed on the endless supply of enevolence dished out by The Patient, and The Patient, in turn, seemed to understand how very valuable this kind of service was to everyone. The Patient understood her calling, and realized she was needed!
* * *
As I finished telling the story, a light seemed to go on within mother, and she exclaimed, "Goodness, the staff here all say they like coming into my room because I am so cheerful. I never thought about the impact of it before."
It was as if a heavy load had lifted from mother's shoulders and she looked more relaxed than she had in a long time. Mother's children have always known she blesses many lives with her loving disposition. How wonderful for mother to now understand her actions make a big difference and her very presence is a gift to many.
Now and then I have heard a saying "grow where you are planted." It dawned on me that mother was growing in a new way.
God impressed upon me to tell mother the story of The Patient and I realized immediately this was indeed the answer to helping her understand her worth.
-- Ellie Braun-Haley <shaley at telusplanet.net>
This story comes from Heartwarmers.com
Sunday, October 7, 2007
This is very moving. I didn't just cry, I sobbed. So scroll down and click on the thingie and listen in! I think we all need to think about this and remember just what our soldiers are doing so that we can enjoy the freedom that we do. And if you don't think like me politically, that's fine, but we have not had any terrorism since 9/11. And we all know who was president then and still is.
Those of you who know me well, know I purposely normally do NOT discuss (or argue) religion or politics with my friends or family. I feel so strongly about this song and this issue, I am making an exception to that and I am taking a stand and expressing my true feelings on this. You don't have to agree, but I still hope you will listen to this song!
The words to the song you're about to hear were penned by a female soldier named Karen Reed, while on duty in Iraq. Every word is true and heartfelt. Truly a masterpiece! To those of you who don't like country music -- listen to it anyway. It won't kill you!
A good friend of mine sent this to me! I have to send it on. He said:
Saturday, September 22, 2007
small physical ones when younger,but I am calmer with age! LOL
27. What time is it? 9:25 AM
29. Ever used a Ouija board? as a teenager (I think they
30. Sweet or sour? mostly sour
32. What shoes did you wear today? Beige Crocs while ironing in basement earlier.
36. Time of day you were born? 6:30 PM
you were handed it? Probably spend $2000 on a shopping spree & pay off a small credit card! If any left, save it!
41. Who is your favorite musical artist? good old Glenn Campbell
43. What's your background on your pc? My son Tim and I.
if offered a large sum of money? Price Is Right or Millionaire, no talent show for this chic either.
48. Kisses or hugs? Hugs!
do you get?I don't like dollar stores, so I would probably buy wrapping paper and then get out of there quickly.
Friday, September 21, 2007
A little computer keyboard dusty thingie!
4. What is your ring tone?
6. What color is your favorite pillow?
7. What is your favorite video game? Me, do video games? You've got to be kidding!
23. Are you worried about something you can't control?
Who me worry? Yes, I am the queen of worriers.
24. Do you take daily medications? Unfortunately I take several daily medications, like 5 or 6.
Wednesday, September 19, 2007
For 21 years, we had collies. These were the years our son Tim was growing up. First we had Michael, "Mike." Tim named him Mike.. (Tim is our only child.) Mike was the perfect Collie. He was just like Lassie. He was a sable colored beautiful Collie. He was also the best dog we have ever had in our 45 years of marriage. He left the yard only once, and got into the neighbor's garbage, my husband Dave disciplined him, and honestly I can't remember him over disobeying in any way again! We let him outside without tying him up, and we had no fence at that house. He never left the yard or our driveway! He never barked at things or people. He just stayed in the house, and when he went outside, stayed in the yard! Neighbors and friends all told us we'd never get another dog like Mike again, but we didn't believe them. We thought that's just how collies naturally came. My husband, Dave, use to have an old Van that he'd take Mike on errands with him in. He always left the van sliding door open and told Mike to stay as he went into neighborhood stores. Mike ALWAYS did, too! (This was not at big shopping centers or huge malls.) Mike had to be put to sleep due to serious health problems at age 10. Right before Christmas. That was the saddest Christmas we ever had. Tim wrote a story about Mike, and my Dad read it outloud before we had our Christmas Eve celebration. (Tim was about 13 or so then.) There was not a dry eye in the house. Oh, we missed him so much.
About 2 months later both my husband Dave and I had been searching the want ads for another Collie, but we didn't tell each other. When we did talk about it, we said, "Oh, it's way too soon to get another dog." I was working part time at the time, and Tim was in school and after school activities. We didn't know if it would be fair to get a dog who would be left alone that much. However, it was only a matter of time. One night I came home from work, and I was honestly not too surprised to see another Collie pup. I had said we were getting a girl this next time, and so I excitedly greeted the new puppy, saying, "her" and "she." Well, it turned out "she" was another "he." His name was Joshua Joe. Dave and Tim found him advertised in the paper. The people that had him had a little one year old and the wife was again pregnant. They loved Josh, but said he was too active for them with their little children. This Collie was not naturally docile, or "perfect." He was a wild guy as a puppy! But in time he settled down, and when he was out of his puppyhood, he became a wonderful dog as well. (Though not as obedient as Mike had been, he was still a great dog and we loved him!) He lived for 11 years. We had to put him down due to a variety of things, arthritis in his hips and back legs, and etc. It was horrible. We did not get another Collie. We had gotten our first Bichon Frise, (my soulmate) Jessica Sue. She had brought old Josh back to life for a while, but Collies just have a shorter life span than little dogs. It was time for Josh to go. Still, always, I remember the Collies and so does my husband Dave and our son Tim. When I read this Heartwarmers.com article. I had to share it along with my story of two wonderful and beautiful dogs we loved and will always remember. We know that they are at the Rainbow Bridge waiting for us. Together, along with some of our Bichons who we lost in the years that followed, we will then go (hopefully) into Heaven.
I hope you enjoy this story, I did.
THE LIFE EVERY DOG SHOULD HAVE
by Angela Walker
It all started when I was scrolling through an online classified site.
I normally just conduct a search by typing COLLIE in the search bar. On this day, I had the time and decided to scroll through all the ads when an ad titled DOG LEFT TO DIE, in a neighboring town,
caught me attention, so I click on it.
The ad was posted by a concerned citizen who for days had
watched a Collie standing or laying on the side of the road waiting
for his owners, who had obviously dumped him, to come back for him. She stated he was mangy and very emaciated and that they should be ashamed of themselves for leaving such a devoted, loyal, forgiving dog to fend for himself.
She hadtried several times to catch him but every time she got
close he took off. I emailed the poster to find out the specifics.
The very kind lady emailed me back to say that she had posted
the ad the day before and thought that he had not survived the
terrible storms the night before because she had not seen him. She
had searched several times that morning and around noon.
I emailed her back and told her most strays will come out of
hiding in the early morning or late evening hours when it is cooler.
At 8pm that night she replied to say she had seen him again on a
different street but he was obviously on the move now, looking for
This was wonderful news. Now we knew he was still alive.
By 8:30 that night two other Houston Collie Rescue volunteers
and I had come up with a plan -- we would meet the next morning and scour the neighborhood.
We met the next morning and decided to take one vehicle. We
turned down the street where he was last seen. I was looking on one
side of the street, and the two other volunteers, Barb and Virginia
were searching the other side.
All the sudden, Virginia spotted him standing on an empty lot.
We all get out of the vehicle and formulated a plan to catch him.
When we first got out of the car he took off running from us.
So, I went straight toward him while Virginia and Barb came at him
from the very far side of the empty lot. I had canned dog food on
the plate and Barb said, "Call him Laddie." (For some reason,
everyone names their Collies Laddie or Lassie.)
I started calling him, telling him what a wonderful, pretty,
precious boy he was. I sat down on the ground with the food at arm's length and kept calling him in my baby, happy voice. When he got a foot away, he slinked down to the ground and crawled to the plate on his belly.
I then gently touched the top of his head and with the other
hand slipped the leash over his head. Once he finished eating he
pranced to the car. I was almost in tears.
Thiswas my first stray dog rescue and I know they won't always
be that easy. He was tired of running and was so hungry I think he
was ready to be caught. He gave us all Collie kisses before we
loaded him in the kennel for the ride to Virginia's, who will foster
I believe it was God's will that we rescued this baby. Why did
I scroll through the ads, instead of narrowing my search? Why was it so easy to catch him with the kind citizen couldn't?
He will have to complete heartworm treatment before he is
adopted, but we will see him through that.
From this day on he will have the life that every dog should
have but unfortunately, far too many don't.
-- Angela Walker <karasaunt at yahoo.com>
Tuesday, September 18, 2007
This is a lot harder than you think.
Now Go! Put your url in my comments section so that I can read yours!
1. Famous singer/band: Marty Robbins
2. 4 letter word: milk
3. Street name: Mulberry Lane
4. Color: Muave
5. Gifts/ presents: Money
6. Vehicle: Mercury
7. Items on a menu: Meatloaf
8 Boy Name: Michael
9. Girl Name: Meredith
10. Movie Title: Murder For Hire
11. Drink: Manhattan
12. Occupation: Medical Assistant
13. Flower: Mum
14. Celebrity: Marilyn Monroe
15. Magazine: Money Magazine, (Modern Romance, LOL LOL)
16. US City: Minneapolis
17. Pro Sports: Mud Wrestling (I don't think this counts but I was desparate.)
18. Reason for being late for work: MAD
19. Something you throw away: (Dave has accused me of throwing money away.) I don't. I SPEND IT. (LOL) I do throw pennies away, I hate 'em.
20. Animal: Moose
Monday, September 3, 2007
Hi Everybody! Some jokes I wanted to share with you! Enjoy, hope you haven't seen them before.
Hugs to All of You!
Hell's in bad shape
There was a fence that divided Heaven from Hell. One day God notices that the devil's side is in pretty bad shape. It is falling down, badly in need of paint, weeds growing up around it, etc.
So, God hollers over the fence, “Hey Satan, why don't you fix up your side of the fence?”
Satan hollers back, “Why don't you mind your own business.”
So God says, “I'll hire a lawyer and sue you if you don't.”
The devil replies, "Yeah, right. Where are YOU going to find a lawyer?"
Jack's Last Will and Testament
Jack has died. His lawyer is standing before the family and reads out Jack's Last Will and Testament:
"To my dear wife Esther, I leave the house, 50 acres of land, and 1 million dollars. To my son Barry, I leave my Big Lexus and the Jaguar. To my daughter Suzy, I leave my yacht and $250,000. And to my brother-in-law Jeff, who always insisted that health is better than wealth, I leave my treadmill."
Baste a turkey
A State Police colleague of mine once received a call from a woman who asked him how to baste a turkey. After a stunned moment, he, being a fairly good cook, described the procedure. Then he asked, "But why would you call the State Police to find out how to baste a turkey?"
There was only a slight hesitation before she replied, "Well, you knew, didn't you?" and hung up.
Too Late, He's Long Dead
The orthopaedic surgeon I work for was moving to a new office, and his staff was helping transport many of the items.
I sat the display skeleton in the front of my car, and had fastened the seatbelt around it to stop it falling over. I hadn't considered the drive across town.
At one traffic light, the stares of the people in the car beside me became obvious, and I looked across and explained, "I'm delivering him to my doctor's office."
The other driver leaned out of his window. "I hate to tell you, man," he said, "but I think it's too late!"
Tuesday, August 28, 2007
by Frank Cotter
The challenge taken from those who raised us
Nurtured hands that clapped to praise us
Supportive words that kept us steady
Help and guidance was always ready
Our steady gait they helped to fashion
Candied sweets they tried to ration
Protecting us from those who'd harm us
Strength and character enough to charm us
The rules and laws they tried to teach us
The times in vain they tried to reach us
Our youthful days they kept us spoiled
Their sacrifice through weekly toil
We eased into their working places
The burden erased from elder faces
Our youthful hands took plow and tiller
Doctor, lawyer and factory miller
We took the reins from tied drivers
Dedicated, lifetime strivers
Its now their time to rest and savor
To smell the air and taste each flavor
We owe our elders a taste of splendor
A life of hope thats warm and tender
-- Frank P. Cotter
<fcotter at andromeda.rutgers.edu>
I hope you all liked this one. Merry
Monday, August 27, 2007
Thought these would bring a smile to some of you!
Words Of Wisdom
1. There are two sides to every divorce: Yours and Shithead's.
2. The closest I ever got to a 4.0 in college was my blood alcohol content.3. I live in my own little world but it's OK, everyone knows me here.4. I saw a rather large woman wearing a sweatshirt with 'Guess' on it. I said, "Thyroid problem?"5. I don't do drugs 'cause I find I get the same effect just by standing up really fast.6. A sign In a Chinese Pet Store: "Buy one dog, get one flea."7. Money can't buy happiness but itsure makes misery easier to live with.8. I got a sweater for Christmas. I really wanted a screamer or a moaner.9. If flying is so safe, why do they call the airport the "terminal"?10. I don't approve of political jokes. I've seen too many of them get elected.11. The most precious thing we have is life, yet it has absolutely no trade-in value.12. If life deals you lemons, makelemonade; if it deals you tomatoes, make Bloody Marys.13. I love being married. It's so great to find that one special person you want to annoy for the rest of your life.14. Shopping tip: You can get shoes for a buck at bowling alleys.15. I am a nobody, nobody is perfect, and therefore I am perfect.16. Everyday I beat my own previous record for number of consecutive days I've stayed alive.17. That Claudia Schiffer must be a genius because I told a friend my plan to attain world peace, and he told me I have "Schiffer Brains."18. No one ever says "It's only a game!" when their team is winning.19. Ever notice that people who spend money on beer, cigarettes and lottery tickets, are always complaining about being broke and not feeling well?20. How long a minute is, depends on what side of the bathroom door you're on.21. Isn't having a smoking section in a restaurant like having a peeing section in a swimming pool?22. Marriage changes passion...suddenly you're in bed with a relative.23. Why is it that most nudists are people you don't want to see naked?24. Snowmen fall from Heaven unassembled.25. Every time I walk into a singles bar I can hear Mom's wise words: "Don't pick that up, you don't know where it's been
Wednesday, August 1, 2007
Wednesday, July 4, 2007
Sunday, July 1, 2007
A friend sent me this. I really think it's funny! (It's a guy friend.) Anyway, I hope no one is offended by it at all. I just wanted to share something I thought was funny.
Words Women Use here it is again jen - for your memories
1.) FINE: This is the word women use to end an argument when they are right, and you need to shut up.
2.) Five Minutes: If she is getting dressed, this means half an hour. Don't be mad about this, it is just the same 5 minutes you use when it's your turn to help do things around the house.
3.) Nothing: This is the calm before the storm. This means something, and you should be on your toes. Arguments that begin with nothing usually end in fine (see #1).
4.) Go Ahead: This is a dare, not permission. Don't Do It!
5.) Loud Sigh: This is not actually a word but a non-verbal statement often misunderstood by men. A loud sigh means she thinks you are an idiot and wonders why she is wasting her time standing here and arguing with you about nothing. (Refer back to #3 for the meaning of nothing.)
6.) That's Okay: This is one of the most dangerous statements a woman can make to a man. "That's okay" means she wants to think long and hard before deciding how and when you will pay for your mistake.
7.) Thanks: A woman is thanking you. Do not question or faint. Just say you're welcome.
8.) Whatever: Is a woman's way of saying "%@&* YOU!"
9.) Don't worry about it, I got it: Another dangerous statement, meaning this is something that a woman has told a man to do several times; but is now doing it herself. This will later result in a man asking "what's wrong" - for the woman's response refer to #3.