Tuesday, May 31, 2011
How is it that our memory is good enough to retain the least triviality that happens to us, and yet not good enough to recollect how often we have told it to the same person?~ Francois Duc de La Rochefoucauld
Oh my gosh Francois must have written that for me. I've gotten so bad, I now start my sentences with, "I've probably already mentioned this, but...."
Of course, I'm sure that doesn't apply to you. But do you know someone whose memory is as bad as yours truly?
Monday, May 30, 2011
They are all gone into the world of light And I alone sit lingering here; Their very memory is fair and bright And my sad thoughts doth clear ~Henry Vaughan, from Silex Scintillans 'They Are All Gone'
Please help me out. I've just finished the third in the Hunters' Series and I'm torn between two names. This is Zoe's book, so I had planned to go with Vampire Bay, but I also like Dere's Curse. Of the two titles which would you be most likely to pick up? If you've got a moment would you vote in the poll at the right. Thanks!
Sunday, May 29, 2011
Friday, May 27, 2011
Thursday, May 26, 2011
Wednesday, May 25, 2011
Tuesday, May 24, 2011
An elderly Chinese woman had two large pots, each hung on the ends of a
pole which she carried across her neck.
One of the pots had a crack in it while the other pot was perfect and
always delivered a full portion of water.
At the end of the long walks from the stream to the house, the cracked
pot arrived only half full.
For a full two years this went on daily, with the woman bringing home
only one and a half pots of water.
Of course, the perfect pot was proud of its accomplishments.
But the poor cracked pot was ashamed of its own imperfection, and
miserable that it could only do half of what it had been made to do.
After two years of what it perceived to be bitter failure, it spoke to
the woman one day by the stream.
'I am ashamed of myself, because this crack in my side causes water to
leak out all the way back to your house.'
The old woman smiled, 'Did you notice that there are flowers on your
side of the path, but not on the other pot's side?'
That's because I have always known about your flaw, so I planted flower
seeds on your side of the path, and every day while we walk back, you
For two years I have been able to pick these beautiful flowers to
decorate the table.
Without you being just the way you are, there would not be this beauty
to grace the house.'
Each of us has our own unique flaw. But it's the cracks and flaws we
each have that make our lives together so very interesting and
You've just got to take each person for what they are and look for the
good in them.
SO, to all of my cracked pot friends, have a great day and remember to
smell the flowers on your side of the path!
Monday, May 23, 2011
Sunday, May 22, 2011
Wednesday, May 18, 2011
Monday, May 16, 2011
Every day is a gift....Mondays just happen to be of the gag variety.
I took a vacation day Friday. Being the good buds you are, you're probably hoping it was for something fun and exciting. Unfortunately, no. I took the day off to clean my floors. I shampooed the carpets and waxed the hardwoods. Yup, you guessed it. We are getting ready to go back on the market. I got to tell you, I'm not Ms. Susie Homemaker. I can't believe lugging around a shampooer and all the boring stuff that shampooing carpets entails wore me out, but it did.
What about you? Do anything exciting this weekend?
Sunday, May 15, 2011
We just got back from seeing THOR. Awesome. If you haven't seen it, I highly recommend it.
Enjoy your Sunday.
Sunday, May 8, 2011
In March of 1996, Scarlett was raising her little brood in an abandoned garage believed to be a crack house in Brooklyn. A fire broke out and firefighters arrived to put it out. As they got the fire under control, one firefighter by the name of David Giannelli noticed a calico cat laying outside the building with her young kittens. Fur singed off, paws and ears burnt, eyes blistered shut, the brave calico and had made the trip back into the building five times until she'd gotten out all of her kittens.
Touched by her heroism, the firefighter took her and her little family to the North Shore Animal League in New York. As he carefully placed them in a box to transport them, the courageous calico nudged each kitten to make sure they were all there, then collapsed.
The story of this little kitty's heroism soon spread around the world. The league received over seven thousand offers to adopt Scarlett and her kittens. At the time, I lived in Indiana and placed a call to the League to see how Scarlett was doing. I was told she'd had offers of adoption from as far away as Japan. Sadly, one of the kittens didn't make it, but the remaining four kits were adopted out to forever homes. Scarlett was rewarded for her heroism by being adopted into a family that loved and cossetted her the remainder of her days.
Scarlett died in October 2008.
Her heroism never fails to humble me. Happy Mother's Day, Scarlett.
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Friday, May 6, 2011
Tuesday, May 3, 2011
Monday, May 2, 2011
We pretend to work because they pretend to pay us. ~Author Unknown
I post these in fun, but I know that anyone working right now is very fortunate.
Woo Woo Moment
I had a dream about my sister the other night. In it, she had a new hair style. I couldn't remember anything about the dream but remembered the hair style because it was quite cute. I sent her an email describing it in detail in case she might want to try it. She emailed me back and come to find out she'd changed her hair style awhile back. Yup you guessed it. Her style matches the style in my dream.
What about you? Had any woo-woo moments lately?
Sunday, May 1, 2011
I'd like to share with you a truly amazing story that a friend of mine--we'll call her Ms. E--told to me.
Among the many hats my friend wears is that of wild life rehabilitator. One of the many animals, she rescued was a possum named Frankie.
Frankie came to wildlife rehab along with her three brothers in the spring of 2008 when she was just a baby. That's where she met an Australian Shepherd - Sheltie mix named Durango. Durango had no interest in the three brothers but it was love at first sight when he saw Frankie. Durango and Frankie became fast friends. They ate together, played together, and even took naps on the couch together.
That summer when it was time to release the possums back into the wilds, Frankie refused to leave. She stayed with her friend Durango. Ms. E. tried to release her again a few months later. This time Frankie went, but every night for six months she came home to get her possum treats (cat food and yogurt) and spend time with her friend Durango where they would stand nose to nose on opposite sides of the fence and exchange doggie-possum kisses. Durango even had a special bark tone that was reserved only for his friend.
In March of 2009 Frankie stopped coming home.
Two weeks ago, Durango passed unexpectedly. Saddened, Ms. E buried him. That evening, she glanced out her window and saw a shadow moving around Durango's grave so she went out to investigate.
There beside the grave of his ole pal was Frankie.
When Ms. E. called Frankie by name, Frankie 'purred' to her as she always did when Ms. E. talked to her. Frankie lingered that evening at the final resting place of her friend before she finally headed back into the woods.
Ms. E. hasn't seen Frankie since but there's no doubt in her mind, or mine, that someday, in some world, Frankie and Durango will be reunited and once again they'll eat, sleep and play....together.