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Blog: Irish Porverb  
Laughter and sleep are the best cures in the world.
Posted: Nov 4, 2009 6:39am | (0) | (0) |  
Blog: My Dog Blog  
As a child, I aquired a fear of dogs after a dog attack resulted in lots of unpleasant hospital injections.
Our family's two cats were small and gentle - well, "Puss" was gentle, "Tippy" was cat's were good, dogs -bad.
Every time I seen a dog, especially a big dog, I'd freeze inside, terrified. Later in childhood, we got a Yorkshire Terrier. Hummmmmm...little, friendly, gentle...ok. Little dogs were alright, but not big dogs!
Over the years you'd think I'd get over this It seemed to get worse.

My nine year old daughter spent almost a year, begging me for a dog. We had three cats, so my excuse for rejecting the idea was to explain how cat's claws and dog's eyes don't mix well. Her reply:
"We can get a big dog and he'll be taller than the cats."
EEE GADDDS... childhood logic and my terror over big dogs - they don't mix well either.
Well, there I was, that horrible November 5th, 1997, driving out to some remote, backwoods kennel, daughter busting with excitement, as I tried desperately not to throw up. We headed home later that night with a farty golden retriever puppy on the lap of an even more excited daughter -me behind the wheel, less the sick stomach. this is nice, I thought. A gentle and still little dog....ok.
"Boomer" grew quickly, learning to side step the cats (and in my mind, their claws) and before long became a tall, lanky, bouncy big dog.  If Alfa dogs are pack leaders, Boomer's at the other end of the alphabet. A big dog, who won't even look at the clover munching rabbits in the back yard, as they pass within inches of his head. So...friendly, gentle big dog...ok.

When my daughter grew up and moved away, Boomer's heart sunk. For weeks he moped around, didn't play, food was boring...he was miserable. I decided to get him a buddy - another dog.
What was I thinking?? 
September, 2006 found me navigating a map towards another remote, backwoods kennel. This time it was a horse farm. Later that day, I sat in the back seat of my sister's car, excitedly holding a vomity, black lab, shephard mix. Yep...a soon to be big dog.
He grew quickly. (I still wonder if his father was one of the horses)    He is now huge, muscular and extremely protective over me.
One day, as I took out the garbage, I looked up to see my "Corbi" (aka Corbett) staring at me from behind the backyard gate. For just a moment, his fixed stare and stance scared the daylights out of me. All the old "big dog" fears came rushing back, but there was one difference -
This is the dog that glues to my every move.He protects me and comforts me, makes me laugh and is big enough to hug tightly. He's loyal, faithful and loves me unconditionally.
Here I was, allowing an old fear to creep up on me. That old fear had taken control and almost destroyed any chance of my sharing life with such a wonderful friend and companion.

They all taught me something.
My daughter's beautiful, open mind taught me to face this fear.
Boomer's gentle soul taught me to open my eyes to this fear.
My big black lug, Corbi, taught me to re-evaluate this fear.

Fear of taking chances doesn't have to be crippling. Baby dogs are like baby steps. One at a time and in time they get bigger and better.

Posted: Aug 28, 2009 7:34am | (1) | (0) |  
Blog: The Trouble Tree  
The carpenter I hired to help me restore an old farmhouse had just finished a rough first day on the job. A flat tire made him lose an hour of work, his electric saw quit, and then his old pickup truck refused to start.
While I drove him home, he sat in stony silence. On arriving, he invited me in to meet his family. As we walked toward the front door, he paused briefly at a small tree, touching the tips of the branches with both hands. When opening the door he underwent an amazing transformation. His tanned face was wreathed in smiles and he hugged his two small children and gave his wife a kiss.
Afterward, he walked me to the car. We passed the tree and my curiosity got the better of me. I asked him about what I had seen him do earlier.
"Oh, that's my trouble tree," he replied. "I know I can't help having troubles on the job, but one thing is for sure, troubles don't belong in the house with my wife and children. So I just hang them up on the tree every night when I come home. Then in the morning I pick them up again."
"The funny thing is," he smiled, "when I come out in the morning to pick them up, there aren't nearly as many as I remember hanging up the night before."
Everybody needs a trouble tree..

i did not write this i just wanted to share it with everyone.....

Posted: Jul 26, 2007 5:35pm | (1) | (0) |  
Blog: The Airline Pilot  

A man was flying from Seattle to San Francisco. Unexpectedly, the plane was diverted to Sacramento along the way. The flight attendant explained that there would be a delay, and if the passengers wanted to get off the aircraft the plane would re-board in 50 minutes. 

Everybody got off the plane except one lady who was blind. The man had noticed her as he walked by and could tell the lady was blind  because her Seeing Eye dog lay quietly underneath the seats in front of her throughout the entire flight. 
He could also tell she had flown this very flight before because the pilot approached her, and calling her by name, said, "Kathy, we are in Sacramento for almost an hour. Would you like to get off and stretch your  legs?" The blind lady replied, "No thanks, but maybe my dog would like to  stretch his legs."

Picture this:

All the people in the gate area came to a complete standstill when they looked up and saw the pilot walk off the plane with a Seeing Eye dog!

The pilot was even wearing sunglasses. People scattered. They not only tried to change planes, but they were trying to change airlines!

True story.... Have a great day and remember...



Posted: Jan 30, 2007 10:58pm | (1) | (0) |  
Blog: The Daffodil Pricipal  
I thought this was worth sharing:
The Daffodil Principle

Several times my daughter had telephoned to say, "Mother, you must come
to see the daffodils before they are over." I wanted to go, but it was a two-hour drive from Laguna to Lake Arrowhead "I will come next Tuesday", I promised a little reluctantly on her third call.

Next Tuesday dawned cold and rainy. Still, I had promised, and reluctantly I drove there. When I finally walked into Carolyn's house I was welcomed by the joyful sounds of happy children. I delightedly hugged and greeted my grandchildren.

"Forget the daffodils, Carolyn! The road is invisible in these clouds and fog, and there is nothing in the world except you and these children that I want to see badly enough to drive another inch!"

My daughter smiled calmly and said, "We drive in this all the time, Mother." "Well, you won't get me back on the road until it clears, and then I'm heading for home!" I assured her.
"But first we're going to see the daffodils. It's just a few blocks," Carolyn said. "I'll drive. I'm used to this."
"Carolyn," I said sternly, "Please turn around." "It's all right, Mother, I promise. You will never forgive yourself if you miss this experience."

After about twenty minutes, we turned onto a small gravel road and I saw a small church. On the far side of the church, I saw a hand lettered sign with an arrow that read, "Daffodil Garden." We got out of the car, each took a child's hand, and I followed Carolyn down the path. Then, as we turned a corner, I looked up and gasped. Before me lay the most glorious sight. 
It looked as though someone had taken a great vat of gold and poured it over the mountain peak and its surrounding slopes. The flowers were planted in majestic, swirling patterns, great ribbons and swaths of deep orange, creamy white, lemon yellow, salmon pink, and saffron and butter yellow. Each different-colored variety was planted in large groups so that it swirled and flowed like its own river with its own unique hue. There were five acres of flowers.

"Who did this?" I asked Carolyn.  "Just one woman," Carolyn answered. "She lives on the property. That's her home." Carolyn pointed to a well-kept A-frame house, small and modestly sitting in the midst of all that glory. We walked up to the house.

On the patio, we saw a poster. "Answers to the Questions I Know You Are Asking", was the headline. The first answer was a simple one. "50,000 bulbs," it read. The second answer was, "One at a time, by one woman. Two hands, two feet, and one brain." The third answer was, "Began in 1958."

For me, that moment was a life-changing experience. I thought of this woman whom I had never met, who, more than forty years before, had begun, one bulb at a time, to bring her vision of beauty and joy to an obscure mountaintop. Planting one bulb at a time, year after year, this unknown woman had forever changed the world in which she lived. One day at a time, she had created something of extraordinary magnificence, beauty, and inspiration. The principle her daffodil garden taught is one of the
greatest principles of celebration.

 That is, learning to move toward our goals and desires one step at a time--often just one baby-step at time--and learning to love the doing, learning to use the accumulation of time. When we multiply tiny pieces of time with small increments of daily effort, we too will find we can accomplish magnificent things. We can change the world ...

"It makes me sad in a way," I admitted to Carolyn. "What might I have accomplished if I had thought of a wonderful goal thirty-five or forty years ago and had worked away at it 'one bulb at a time' through all those years? Just think what I might have been able to achieve!"

My daughter summed up the message of the day in her usual direct way. "Start tomorrow," she said.

She was right. It's so pointless to think of the lost hours of yesterdays. The way to make learning a lesson of celebration instead of a cause for regret is to only ask, "How can I put this to use today?"

Use the Daffodil Principle. Stop waiting.....
Until your car or home is paid off
Until you get a new car or home
Until your kids leave the house
Until you go back to school
Until you finish school
Until you clean the house
Until you organize the garage
Until you clean off your desk
Until you lose 10 lbs.
Until you gain 10 lbs.
Until you get married
Until you get a divorce
Until you have kids
Until the kids go to school
Until you retire
Until summer
Until spring
Until winter
Until fall
Until you die...

There is no better time than right now to be happy.

Wishing you a beautiful, daffodil day!

Don't be afraid that your life will end, be afraid that it will never begin.


Posted: Jan 29, 2007 10:33pm | (0) | (0) |  
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