"And they call it puppy love..."

Every morning, I wake up to my two little loves....one has a dark brown, wet, cold nose and the other has a black, wet cold nose.  Often mornings, I will "fake sleep" just to see their reactions.  They know not to bother mommy until mommy is awake (I have them on my schedule).  Then they "jump" into action; tails wagging and an abundance of licks.  I refer to them as my "happiness and sunshine."  They fuel each day for me and start my morning smile....."Man's best friend"...the purest form of love....Smiles....

Is This Ironic Or What?

I find this to be ironic.....what's your take?  I have been spending the last few weeks really reflecting, inward, trying to do some "inside work" on me and figure out what is holding me back.  Just when I somewhat realized that I need to "find my voice" and speak my mind with certain people and in certain situations, I come down with a sever case of laryngitis.  Do you think there is something to be said here?

I have a "song to sing," a "canvas to paint"

Many of you know me. Many of you don’t.  Others know me well, some only on a “casual level” via FB through my Unforgettable Facebook Connections or perhaps, my personal page.   Regardless, of how we know one another, regardless of the intensity of the connection, just like most, I have a “song to sing,  “a canvas that needs to be painted” and I have chose to use this forum to be open, with the hope that, the more open I am, the more connected I can become to each and everyone of you.  I  BELIEVE in  CONNECTION.  I BELIEVE that we are ALL connected by a tiny thread, weaved together, to create comfort.  Imagine the beauty and the comfort of a quilt......this is how I perceive Facebook.  I have been blessed to have so many of you touch my life, via the weaving of threads intertwining with one another. 

At this point, I am going to take a moment to describe how this blog came to be…last January, I went through a rough time, in my life, and I hid within the safety of my home.  I spent almost 3 months shutting myself off from everyone and everything.  At the end of the 3 months, I decided it was time to enter back into "the real world."  I picked up my computer and found myself, once again, on Facebook.  I started reading stranger's posts.  I stayed up into the wee hours reading, over and over again, words of inspiration, hope, love, and kindness (to name a few).  Selfishly, I thought these strangers must have known what I was going through and started writing these messages solely for me.  After all, why else would "the homepage" be flooded with these kind of messages?...LOL.....My first thought was to write these strangers back and thank them for "knowing what I needed" and for offering their support through their words.  To be continued........

In a Funk, Looking for a Smile

Have you ever felt zapped of all your energy? I'm a middle aged woman asking myself the question, "What do I want to be when I grow up?" Who do I want to be? I'm sitting here staring at the four walls and the keys on my keyboard, and there's a voice in my head that keeps shouting these questions, over and over again. That's the funk I'm in today. That's the funk I was in yesterday. As a matter of fact, that's the funk I've been in all week! I know I'm not depressed. How do I know this? Answer... Because I've been there and done that before.