These are random musings of my life journey, the people, animals, places, and events which have woven, and continue to weave, a tapestry that is me. We all know there is no real destination, only the ongoing experiences which blend together, creating the trail. Each step gives a glimpse of what is to come, without allowing me to see the end result. It is exciting. I have a home base that is mine, that gives me a place to rest. This is it. This is where my heart is, no matter where I journey...................

Sunday, August 28, 2016

Didja know?

Miracle. All of it.
by David Kanigan

Each hair on your head is replaced every 2 to 7 years
A hundred hairs fall out every day and new ones grow back in their place
And look at your fingernails - they're completely new every six months or so

The lining of your stomach and intestines gets pretty beat up -- it's constantly exposed to acid and bile and so those cells get replaced every few days

Every few weeks, your outer layer of skin is completely renewed every four months you have a fresh army of red blood cells

A hundred million new cells are born every minute and a hundred million old cells are destroyed. It's actually the breakdown products of these red blood cells that turn your bruises and urine yellow

Every 10 years, you've got a new skeleton, a special team of cells breaks down old bone
and another builds new bone

Every 15 years your muscles are refreshed

You might think you gain and lose fat cells when you gain and lose weight but they actually just get bigger and smaller
Over the course of 25 years though, most of them turn over

But there are a few things that stick around for your entire life
About half of your heart stays with you from birth to death because those cells are replaced very slowly

Certain parts of your brain add a few new neurons over the course of your life but the vast majority of your neurons developed before you were born
It's the connections between those neurons -- the circuits that store memories — that are constantly changing

And there's one more part of you that lasts your whole life (your eyes)
Months before you were born, little cluster of cells stretched and filled themselves with transparent protein As you grew, even after birth, more and more fibers were added, but that center endured
This is your lens the window through which you are watching this video right now and its core has remained the same since the moment you first opened your eyes

~ Adam Cole and Ryan Kellman, excerpts from Your Body's Real Age

Saturday, August 27, 2016

Our Horses are GONE!!!

I'm pretty much beyond words at this time. I ranted and wailed and cried last night. See the article in the first link, then if you are in New Mexico, please be sure to follow the second link and sign the petition.


http://www.ruidosonews.com/story/news/local/2016/08/26/alto-horse-herd-rounded-up/89432320/



https://www.change.org/p/new-mexico-governor-save-alto-wild-horses

Friday, August 19, 2016

I am not "YOU"

Trump's "apology" or "confession".... he started with "Sometimes, in the heat of debate, and speaking on a multitude of issues,YOU don’t choose the right words or YOU say the wrong thing. I have done that, and believe it or not I regret it." In an attempt to normalize what he has said, he attempts to align himself with the public by inferring that we all say "those things.” He needs to own his mistakes without minimizing or trying to normalize what he has said. 

Mr. Trump, do not drag me into your presence with that “you” in your vocabulary. In the heat of the moment, of course I have said regretful things, but NOT EVEN CLOSE to the disparaging remarks you have spent the last few months repeatedly throwing around.  You are still xenophobic, racist, misogynist, Islamophobic, birther and a bully and display a total lack of ethics and conscience.

No, I’m not part of that “you” in your rhetoric.

Tuesday, August 09, 2016




Trust

There are different kinds and degrees of trust.

I generally trust people until I'm given reason to do otherwise.

Trust that people will perform jobs ethically and fairly.

Trust that friends will stand by you, even if they don't understand the situation. Even when you have no words to explain what is inside you.

Trust that loved ones will be there for you.

Trust that people in positions of power will do "the right thing."

Trust that others give you the same right of choice that you give them.

Trust that if someone has a problem with me, they talk to me rather than gossiping so it comes back to me from someone else.


When I find that once my trust has been broken, I have little tolerance.

I don't understand people who break trust, yet seem to expect me to suck up and carry on.

Or people who break ties but don't let go.

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Over the years, I've had several heartbreaks from people who took advantage of my trusting nature. A friend who put me in a tough situation that threatened my marriage; coworkers who fudged on rules, then left me or others to try to pick up the pieces; a friend who just disappeared from my life with no word; a boss who said one thing and did the opposite.

Every time something like this happens, it shaves away at my trust. Not trust for those who harmed me; trust for them is already gone. But trust for other people I meet and deal with in the present time. A person can only take so many of those damaging blows before one backs away, becomes more reserved and less willing to open up to new relationships. How sad that is.

A person goes through grief when a relationship ends, not just with death. Generally, the stages are accepted as set out by K├╝bler-Ross:  denial, anger, bargaining, depression, acceptance. There are other, more recent theories, but for ease, I'll just talk about this model. I find usually myself first dealing with disbelief or denial ("No, this can't be happening.") and then I start bargaining ("Now wait, can we talk about this?"). After that, it depends of the circumstances, but I often vacillate between anger and depression for a time before finally being able to let it go and accept the loss.

I've learned that there is one important step before acceptance comes to me. I have to forgive. I forgive the other person, even though I ’m often no longer in touch with them, but turning loose of it and letting it go, just as if I could say it to the person's face. Then I forgive myself for being sucked in. Again.

There will be more hurts and betrayals because people are people. We are all flawed and make mistakes. I will continue to trust until a person gives me a reason to do otherwise. Then I'll hurt and grieve and forgive and life will go on.

I wonder why we humans do that. I'm sure I've hurt some people along the way, too, and for that, I'm sorry.


Thursday, July 07, 2016

...And my own changes

Since last post in 2013, my life has changed in more ways than the pup family. It has been a busy three years, sometimes a bit too busy. But I would not change it.

I've been working at a home health and hospice agency for five and a half years now. I started out as a part time coordinator of hospice volunteers and coordinator of bereavement services. I've enjoyed it a lot. People often say "How can you do something that is so sad?" It is not sad. Supporting people who are nearing the end of their lives and the families who are there with them, is a real blessing. People are usually very real, genuine at this stage of life. Being a part of the support system to help make the transition as painless as possible is sobering, but is also one of the most reassuring experiences ever. Sometimes, there is forgiveness and healing; occasionally, people learn a lot about themselves and their loved ones; at times, it is filled with love and sweetness; rarely, it is stressful and agonizing, as families find out things about themselves long hidden away. With the bereavement program, I am privileged to be with the family as they begin to heal, to find their way back to normalcy.

Our agency was locally owned. That is nice, more personal. But competing against the large companies around the country is very difficult. About three years ago, the agency was sold to a large nationwide corporation. The change was very difficult for many of us. We stumbled along for a long several months until things began to fall into a recognizable form. Believe me, going from a small  staff of about 20-25 to being part of a huge company like that, one that is "ruled" from afar, is a tough change. After a few months of rearranging, relearning, readjusting, we began to be comfortable except for one thing. Our social worker had left and a replacement could not be found. The position was part time, so finding someone in this small, rural community who was not already working full or was interested in working in part time was not happening.

Then, the VP of Hospice flew into Ruidoso to talk to me. Would I be interested in taking the position? I had retired my license in 2005, while Glenn was dying. After thinking it over a couple weeks, I agreed. The company paid for the relicensing expenses (a nearly year long process!!) and I became a full time employee as Medical Social Worker, Bereavement Coordinator and Volunteer Coordinator!

I'm working 32 hours a week, Monday through Thursday, so I have three days off to rest and recuperate. It is working pretty well for me, and I'm loving being back in the field again. I enjoyed retirement, but I missed the work, too. Having long weekends allows me to have lots of time with friends, the pups, and to enjoy life, balanced with doing the work I love. Sometimes, it is hard. I'm actually on a vacation as I write this. I began to feel stress a few weeks ago, not for anything wrong, but just needing a break. So I'm enjoying a ten day reprieve. I've enjoyed being lazy!

Otherwise, my life is about the same as always. I'm still single, and I probably will always be. I have no inclinations toward remarrying, and I enjoy living alone, believe it or not.  I know better than to say "never," but I don't see it. I was in a singles group for a year, and that was nice because no one was looking for dates. It was just a group of great people who enjoyed company, playing board games, taking short trips, having potlucks, and dancing. But in the end, I'm very contented with my job, my circle of friends, and the four-legged family I have.  I enjoy life.

Yes, life is good, for sure! And I still have that wonderful view!








Wednesday, July 06, 2016

The little family

I'm thinking about resurrecting the blog. It's mostly a matter of finding time, energy, and creative juices. I've been busy enough for several years now that I don't know if it will happen, but we will see.

A lot has happened since I last published. My sweet Lolita died. She had cancer and was gone rather quickly once we knew it. I miss her often. Actually, we miss her very much. She was such a lively spirit. She was the active, funny, flirty little sweetie of the gang. When she passed away, Joey especially grieved her. He quit eating and just laid down. I had to feed him special foods and carried him in and out to potty for a couple weeks before he finally began to come out of the funk. Before that, they didn't show a lot of connection, but we humans don't always know, do we?


I added Bella, a Havanese. She is a sweetheart, although she has a "spooky" nature, and even after being with us for over a year, is still a bit skittish. It's OK. She will get there, and in the meantime, she is just a cuddly little love. She doesn't come to me when I call her name (which she came with), but I recently called her Lola by mistake, and she perked up her ears. I'm calling her "LolaBella" and she seems to like that! Who knew?

She was originally from a breeder, but didn't work out in that family. Apparently she never bonded with the  man in the family, so they gave her up. My rescue people in Oklahoma got her, and I brought her home a little over a year ago.
Since my older dogs are....well, older, they play a few minutes, then they want to rest, but LolaBella has a lot of energy and wants to play a lot, so I got a precious little Maltese named Jewel to be her playmate. Oh, she was such a love! I brought her home, and within a couple months, we found that she had congestive heart failure. She was with us just 7 months, to my great sadness. When I say she was such a love, that just begins to describe her. She imprinted on my heart in that short time in a way I can't even describe. She blessed us greatly, as all the dogs seemed to love her.


 LolaBella was lost without her playmate, Jewel, so I brought home our newest family member, Ginger. She is different from the others who are all long haired (Shih Tzu, Havanese, Shih-Poo). She is supposed to be a Yorkie mix, and she is colored like that, but she is as big as my others, around 10 pounds, with shorter, wiry hair. I think the "mix" part might be Jack Russell. Lawdy, does she have energy!! She is bouncy, runs everywhere she goes, and is just a character! She is just just over a year old. She fell right into the family as if she knew she belonged here with us. She and LolaBella are great buds, chasing, wrestling, and being "kids" all the time. She has been a good addition.


Ginger has made herself at home! She has claimed one of the kennels as her private quarters, thank you very much! Would you look at the stash of toys in there with her??





So, now the family consists of................



Joey, our senior citizen at 14 years old. He and Jazi were found wandering the roads of Oklahoma, and he was her protector. He is a love if ever there was one. 






Jazi, the leader of the pack, our Alpha dog at 10 pounds and 10 years. She is really a pistol, but like Joey, showing her age. They both have glaucoma, but when I say "eyes," they line up front and center for the eye drops.








Sammy, the first of these babies to come to my home. Terrified puppy mill survivor who is the
absolutely sweetest little guy in the world. He is now 12.






Max. Oh, does he want to be Alpha, but it is not to be! He was a street dog, a survivor, as proven by escaping the yard when I was out of town and living on his own for a week in a foot of snow. Max is now 10.








LolaBella, little squirrel. She is the shyest, most lovable little 5 year old you'll ever meet. She loves her siblings, she loves to play and she is really glad to have her new sissy, Ginger.






 Ginger, just a year old, has more energy than any dog should have! She is precious. She is smart.  One redirection and she has the rule down.....well, except for eviscerating stuffed toys. I figure it is just an uncontrollable urge to protect the whole family from those little furry monsters, so.....











 So there you go, the update on the family. It's all good. We miss Lolita and Jewel, but they had a good life here with us. I think their spirits live on, still with us. 

Wednesday, November 20, 2013

Witness description of a car accident

This is very, very funny! I seriously laughed until tears were rolling and I was coughing! Maybe you should go pee before you listen to this. I know it shouldn't be this funny to talk about a car accident, but you'll understand when you hear it!

Here is what the intro said:
When this guy calls his boss to tell him he’s running a little late, he witnesses a car accident and begins the best play-by-play commentary you’ll ever hear.
Right after the car accident happens, the caller states that a man gets out of his car as if the other car was at fault. What happens next is pure entertainment.
The witness leaves the literal blow-by-blow action to his boss while laughing hysterically.
Apparently this is the real deal, and how could it not be? This is too good to make up.
 Sorry, I couldn't post the vid here. Something wasn't working right, just not blog-friendly, but just click on the link below.


http://95rockfm.com/best-voicemail-giving-play-by-play-of-car-accident/

Kids Lip-Syncing A Wonderful Christmas Song

This was sent to me via an email, and it is a fabulous, funny, sweet video!  These kids are truly priceless!  I laughed so hard the dogs were checking me out, and I had to watch it again. And again! It's great!

Enjoy!


Kids Lip-Syncing A Wonderful Christmas Song