You Are Kind and Ethical |
 When You Are Comfortable or in a Social Setting: You are a determined and responsible. You strive for success, and you know what it takes to get things done. People find you to be trustworthy and a good leader. You treat people well, and they benefit from your wisdom. When You Are At Your Best: You are very perceptive. You can see things from all sides. You don't allow your life or mind to be cluttered. People see you as spiritual and charismatic. You have interesting and unexpected insights. You advice is highly valued. |
Tuesday, September 8, 2009
DGD
Sunday, September 6, 2009
Blogthings - You Dance Through Life
You Dance Through Life |
 Your journey through life is inspired, creative, and optimistic. You are an engaging, positive person - and you're always looking for the possibilities in life. You hope to motivate and uplift other people. You want to change the world in your own little way. You are confident and expressive. You're happy with who you are, as unique and different as you might be. |
Saturday, August 1, 2009
Who is your Guardian Angel?
ARCHANGEL ARIEL
Ariel means "lion of God" and is often associated with lions. When Ariel is near you, you may begin seeing references to or visions of lions around you. Ariel is also associated with the wind. Ariel works closely in conducting manifestation, spirit releasement and Divine magic. Ariel also oversees the sprites, the nature Angels associated with water. Ariel is involved with healing and protecting nature, including animals, fish and birds. If you find an injured bird or other wild animal that needs healing, call upon Ariel for help. Ariel also works closely with Raphael to heal animals in need. Archangel Ariel is known as the Angel of Healing and New Beginnings. Ariel shows you how to feel and see the energy of life. Makes you more sensitive for unseen, nature spirists, elves, laws of nature. He brings to you the message that you have to learn to let things go when they are not working good for you anymore. Destruction of things that are toxic and overwhelmig for you. End is a natural thing, every end is a new beginning. Nothing new cannot start without letting the old go. Its The Wind of Change.
Thursday, July 30, 2009
Letter from my #1 great niece Rosemary
Letter from my #1 great niece Rosemary. This is the stuff I live for!
"Aunt Debbie,
Thank you for my stickers and jewelry! My favorite was the star necklace! I love the stickers and everything else, but I will not put that jewelry on my dresser, because it's a mess... So, I will keep them on the cedar chest that has a special key.
Love, Rosemary (re: his stickers. 'I want to put them on my dresser on top of Hi Ho Cherry-O and on the ceiling! STIIIIIIICK!!!' -Ragnar)"
"Aunt Debbie,
Thank you for my stickers and jewelry! My favorite was the star necklace! I love the stickers and everything else, but I will not put that jewelry on my dresser, because it's a mess... So, I will keep them on the cedar chest that has a special key.
Love, Rosemary (re: his stickers. 'I want to put them on my dresser on top of Hi Ho Cherry-O and on the ceiling! STIIIIIIICK!!!' -Ragnar)"
Monday, July 6, 2009
Walking a Blind Dog
I LOVE THIS STORY AND THOUGHT I WOULD SHARE
Blind Dog Walking
Let me begin by saying I'm a cat person. Since I was a kid, I've always preferred the companionship of felines to canines. I've got nothing against dogs at all, in fact there are few things I love better than having a good roughhouse with a big dog like a St. Bernard or a mastiff. I stand 6 feet 5 inches, so small dogs with a penchant for getting underfoot are simply not an option. Cats, while small, are adept at keeping themselves out of the way of my size-15EEE feet on those rare occasions when I stir from in front of my computer and move about. Yes, there is the much-discussed cat tendency to attempt to kill humans purposely by tripping them, but one glancing blow from one of my feet soon convinces even the most Loki-inspired of felines to seek other amusement. So imagine my joy when my better half informed me, when we began discussing the merger of our households, that she was the proud owner of two dogs. I hadn't lived with a dog since my folks had a show dog tri-color collie named Spring Fancy Wilson when I was in grade school. I didn't necessarily dread the prospect, but it also didn't exactly add to my joy.
Then, I met the dogs.
First, we have Daisy, a barrel-shaped mutt with splotches of black on her tongue indicating the possibility of a chow somewhere in her lineage. She's not overly bright, but is possessed of an explosive bark that shames even the beefiest home alarm system siren. Sadly, the items that alert her most frequently is the Evil UPS Truck or its henchman, the Heinous Fedex Truck, but at least I never get surprised by a package delivery. Her fellow dog, the hound referenced in the title, is Darwin, a lean mutt with a hefty dose of Wheaton terrier who has been blind since birth and was rescued while starving in the street by my partner. His name is perfectly appropriate. While I'm a firm believer in evolution, Darwin's continued existence does make one doubt that whole "survival of the fittest" thing just a bit.
However, Darwin's a dog of hidden talents. I discovered the most intriguing of these the first time I gave him a bath and turned him loose in our fenced back yard without his collar on. He, who normally trotted right along to all his favorite sniffing spots, stopped repeatedly and barked in the general direction of the house and the garage. I watched later that day, and with his collar on there was no such barking. It dawned on me that he was echolocating in much the same way bats do. With his collar jingling and providing constant input, he didn't need any extra sound to know his place. Without it, he had to provide the reference sounds. Since noticing that, I've become fascinated with watching him in new, unfamiliar environments. On a rare trip to the front yard, it took him two barks to measure the length of my biggest flowerbed so precisely that he turned less than 3 feet past its end. Indoors, when the furniture's been moved, it takes him two or three barks to re-establish the layout of things in his head.
This is a blind dog who never, EVER runs into things unless they've been unexpectedly moved. He goes up and down stairs, obeys all the usual dog commands and even loves playing tug-of-war with one of his rope toys. What he doesn't like to do is go for walks. Understand that, to Darwin, his entire world is what he smells and hears. On a walk around the neighborhood, the volume of new and strange sounds and smells can be simply overwhelming to him. Thus it was with no small amount of trepidation that I accepted an invitation from a friend to cart Darwin and Daisy to a local dog park. I knew Daisy would be fine, but how would Darwin react? Daisy, on some level, understands that Darwin's blind. When she plays with him, she always stays close and never tries to get him to chase her. She wrestles with him, and doesn't run off until she's done playing.
I actually almost refused the invite until I remembered the feral cats. When I first moved in, the back yard was not fenced, and thus all outdoor excursions were closely monitored. Daisy was clipped to a long lead rope, but Darwin was free to roam. How far was he going to run, after all?
The neighborhood feral cats held court in the then-wild space behind our property, and frequently a group of them could be seen sunning at the bramble's edge, where our yard started, well out of the reach of the snarling Daisy. Darwin would pad over to them with his odd high-stepping gait, and they would not startle, flee or react in any way. He'd drop to his belly and make playful barks, and they would stretch and yawn. He even, on several occasions, approached the largest "mamacat" and nuzzled her, receiving not a single clawmark on his nose for his offense. Somehow the cats, too, knew he was different. So to the dog park we went, with me watching Darwin very closely. We let the dogs off their leashes once we entered, and Daisy stuck with her pack brother for a bit, then forgot or was distracted by a small, smelly object and wandered off. Every dog, without exception, treated Darwin the same way: They accepted his snuffling approach with equanimity, and greeted his excited yelps and playful advances as they would a littermate. It was stunning. From Irish wolfhounds to cocker spaniels, every dog there was Darwin's brother or sister.
There's a lesson for us bipeds in there somewhere, but I'll leave it to the philosophers to figure out.
Copyright 2008, Internet Broadcasting
Blind Dog Walking
Let me begin by saying I'm a cat person. Since I was a kid, I've always preferred the companionship of felines to canines. I've got nothing against dogs at all, in fact there are few things I love better than having a good roughhouse with a big dog like a St. Bernard or a mastiff. I stand 6 feet 5 inches, so small dogs with a penchant for getting underfoot are simply not an option. Cats, while small, are adept at keeping themselves out of the way of my size-15EEE feet on those rare occasions when I stir from in front of my computer and move about. Yes, there is the much-discussed cat tendency to attempt to kill humans purposely by tripping them, but one glancing blow from one of my feet soon convinces even the most Loki-inspired of felines to seek other amusement. So imagine my joy when my better half informed me, when we began discussing the merger of our households, that she was the proud owner of two dogs. I hadn't lived with a dog since my folks had a show dog tri-color collie named Spring Fancy Wilson when I was in grade school. I didn't necessarily dread the prospect, but it also didn't exactly add to my joy.
Then, I met the dogs.
First, we have Daisy, a barrel-shaped mutt with splotches of black on her tongue indicating the possibility of a chow somewhere in her lineage. She's not overly bright, but is possessed of an explosive bark that shames even the beefiest home alarm system siren. Sadly, the items that alert her most frequently is the Evil UPS Truck or its henchman, the Heinous Fedex Truck, but at least I never get surprised by a package delivery. Her fellow dog, the hound referenced in the title, is Darwin, a lean mutt with a hefty dose of Wheaton terrier who has been blind since birth and was rescued while starving in the street by my partner. His name is perfectly appropriate. While I'm a firm believer in evolution, Darwin's continued existence does make one doubt that whole "survival of the fittest" thing just a bit.
However, Darwin's a dog of hidden talents. I discovered the most intriguing of these the first time I gave him a bath and turned him loose in our fenced back yard without his collar on. He, who normally trotted right along to all his favorite sniffing spots, stopped repeatedly and barked in the general direction of the house and the garage. I watched later that day, and with his collar on there was no such barking. It dawned on me that he was echolocating in much the same way bats do. With his collar jingling and providing constant input, he didn't need any extra sound to know his place. Without it, he had to provide the reference sounds. Since noticing that, I've become fascinated with watching him in new, unfamiliar environments. On a rare trip to the front yard, it took him two barks to measure the length of my biggest flowerbed so precisely that he turned less than 3 feet past its end. Indoors, when the furniture's been moved, it takes him two or three barks to re-establish the layout of things in his head.
This is a blind dog who never, EVER runs into things unless they've been unexpectedly moved. He goes up and down stairs, obeys all the usual dog commands and even loves playing tug-of-war with one of his rope toys. What he doesn't like to do is go for walks. Understand that, to Darwin, his entire world is what he smells and hears. On a walk around the neighborhood, the volume of new and strange sounds and smells can be simply overwhelming to him. Thus it was with no small amount of trepidation that I accepted an invitation from a friend to cart Darwin and Daisy to a local dog park. I knew Daisy would be fine, but how would Darwin react? Daisy, on some level, understands that Darwin's blind. When she plays with him, she always stays close and never tries to get him to chase her. She wrestles with him, and doesn't run off until she's done playing.
I actually almost refused the invite until I remembered the feral cats. When I first moved in, the back yard was not fenced, and thus all outdoor excursions were closely monitored. Daisy was clipped to a long lead rope, but Darwin was free to roam. How far was he going to run, after all?
The neighborhood feral cats held court in the then-wild space behind our property, and frequently a group of them could be seen sunning at the bramble's edge, where our yard started, well out of the reach of the snarling Daisy. Darwin would pad over to them with his odd high-stepping gait, and they would not startle, flee or react in any way. He'd drop to his belly and make playful barks, and they would stretch and yawn. He even, on several occasions, approached the largest "mamacat" and nuzzled her, receiving not a single clawmark on his nose for his offense. Somehow the cats, too, knew he was different. So to the dog park we went, with me watching Darwin very closely. We let the dogs off their leashes once we entered, and Daisy stuck with her pack brother for a bit, then forgot or was distracted by a small, smelly object and wandered off. Every dog, without exception, treated Darwin the same way: They accepted his snuffling approach with equanimity, and greeted his excited yelps and playful advances as they would a littermate. It was stunning. From Irish wolfhounds to cocker spaniels, every dog there was Darwin's brother or sister.
There's a lesson for us bipeds in there somewhere, but I'll leave it to the philosophers to figure out.
Copyright 2008, Internet Broadcasting
Saturday, July 4, 2009
about...why our pets lives are so short
''They say people are born so that they can learn how to live a good life by loving everyone all the time. Dogs already know how to do that, so they don't have to stay as long."
Live simply.
Love generously.
Care deeply.
Speak kindly.
If your dog was the teacher you would learn things like :
When the ones you love come home, always run to greet them.
Never pass up the opportunity to go for a joyride.
Experience fresh air and the wind in your face to be pure Ecstasy.
Take naps.
Stretch before rising.
Run, romp, and play daily.
Thrive on attention and let people touch you.
Avoid biting when a simple growl will do.
Stop to lie on your back on the grass.
On hot days, drink lots of water and lie under a shady tree.
When you're happy, dance around and wag your entire body.
Delight in the simple joy of a walk.
Be loyal.
Never pretend to be something you're not.
If what you want lies buried, dig until you find it...
When someone is having a bad day, be silent, sit close by, and nuzzle them gently.
ENJOY EVERY MOMENT OF EVERY DAY!
Live simply.
Love generously.
Care deeply.
Speak kindly.
If your dog was the teacher you would learn things like :
When the ones you love come home, always run to greet them.
Never pass up the opportunity to go for a joyride.
Experience fresh air and the wind in your face to be pure Ecstasy.
Take naps.
Stretch before rising.
Run, romp, and play daily.
Thrive on attention and let people touch you.
Avoid biting when a simple growl will do.
Stop to lie on your back on the grass.
On hot days, drink lots of water and lie under a shady tree.
When you're happy, dance around and wag your entire body.
Delight in the simple joy of a walk.
Be loyal.
Never pretend to be something you're not.
If what you want lies buried, dig until you find it...
When someone is having a bad day, be silent, sit close by, and nuzzle them gently.
ENJOY EVERY MOMENT OF EVERY DAY!
Friday, July 3, 2009
Confessions of a blackberry addict
...about stuff ... that happens when I plan to steal from my neighbor .
I noticed that my neighbors fruit trees were in full bloom, and as my eye wondered down to the big bright red berries smiling at me from only ten feet away. My mind was already in motion. I knew that feeling, I had felt it every summer for as long as I could remember. There was nothing I could do to stop myself, I only needed a few. Only a couple rainy days and a little sunshine later I watched from afar as these luisous berrys were turning the blackest purplest plumpest ones I had ever laid my eyes on and my lips around, soon.
After spending the day shopping with my daughters and picking up a half gallon of "plain" Vanilla ice cream (knowing it wouldn't be plain for long). I timed it just right, I could drive by making sure all was quiet at my new found berry spot. I dressed in black and grabbed my small black berry bucket and my penlight. Now I just wanted a few berries nobody would ever miss a few, just enough to taste blackberry heaven once more.
I rode toward my sweetness with my mouth watering all the way, I couldn't wait! Very quietly I ditched my bike and off on my knees I went. Reaching my destination, I had my penlight and little black bucket, I was ready! Turning on that penlight I saw what I had came for. Looking up I noticed a very tall netting going all the way around the garden. Of course there was... foiled again! Slumping over in disapointment I walked slowly back to my bike I just wanted to go home and eat my "plain" ice cream.
I was a broken blackberry addict trying to steal her neighbor's blackberry's ... Hey I only wanted a few ... I swear. ...
Confessions of a blackberry addict
I noticed that my neighbors fruit trees were in full bloom, and as my eye wondered down to the big bright red berries smiling at me from only ten feet away. My mind was already in motion. I knew that feeling, I had felt it every summer for as long as I could remember. There was nothing I could do to stop myself, I only needed a few. Only a couple rainy days and a little sunshine later I watched from afar as these luisous berrys were turning the blackest purplest plumpest ones I had ever laid my eyes on and my lips around, soon.
After spending the day shopping with my daughters and picking up a half gallon of "plain" Vanilla ice cream (knowing it wouldn't be plain for long). I timed it just right, I could drive by making sure all was quiet at my new found berry spot. I dressed in black and grabbed my small black berry bucket and my penlight. Now I just wanted a few berries nobody would ever miss a few, just enough to taste blackberry heaven once more.
I rode toward my sweetness with my mouth watering all the way, I couldn't wait! Very quietly I ditched my bike and off on my knees I went. Reaching my destination, I had my penlight and little black bucket, I was ready! Turning on that penlight I saw what I had came for. Looking up I noticed a very tall netting going all the way around the garden. Of course there was... foiled again! Slumping over in disapointment I walked slowly back to my bike I just wanted to go home and eat my "plain" ice cream.
I was a broken blackberry addict trying to steal her neighbor's blackberry's ... Hey I only wanted a few ... I swear. ...
Confessions of a blackberry addict
Sunday, June 28, 2009
Saturday, June 27, 2009
Waiting For Joy - Our Daily Bread
Waiting For Joy - Our Daily Bread: "Tribulation, grief, and sorrow
Are but heaven’s steppingstones
To a bright and glad tomorrow
Where no heartache can be known."
Are but heaven’s steppingstones
To a bright and glad tomorrow
Where no heartache can be known."
Smiths, quiffs and tiffs: Morrissey at 50 | Music | guardian.co.uk
Smiths, quiffs and tiffs: Morrissey at 50 Music guardian.co.uk: "Morrissey turns 50 today, and we've already used up our quota of 'unhappy birthday' jokes. Join us as we take a pictorial journey through five decades of life with the 'pope of mope'"
Friday, January 30, 2009
Thursday, January 22, 2009
about me and moon
I'd like to tell you a little more about Moon.
"Moon" fell into my life about a year and a half ago. When he first came to me Moon was a big bully with a bigger heart. His family got him as a puppy and soon he "outgrew" them. The shop where my daughter works helps with rescues and works with the local animal shelters finding homes for them. Knowing I have a way of bringing out the best in stray, scared dogs, my daughter called me, "Mom, I have this dog I think it's a pit bull, I don't know what to do with him." I said bring him up. (Un-nutered mind you). When I first met Moon I was very unsure of him and him of I. My friend Dale's 13yr old pit had passed away two years eariler and he was ready for a new friend. Perfect match!
Ha...little did I know then how much this "bully" would fill my heart, change my life and teach me! Dale had been in an accident and his knee got shattered, Moon being the big strong loving bully he was, pulled hard! Dragged really...poor Dale, I had to laugh and feel sorry for him at the same time. So feeling sorta responsible, I started getting to know Moon better and started going to Dales a few times a week to walk him. I started finding myself looking forward to seeing "My Moon" and walking him was getting better he was catching on and we were learning how to communicate, He was so happy about this.
A few months passed then one night the phone rang. The officer on the other end said "Mr Newman has been arrested if someone does not pick this dog up in 15min he's going to the pound!" of course I was there to get him ... now what to do with him...
This was in November...Days passed, it got cold, Moon moved in, I went to the internet and learned that he was an American Bulldog not a pitbull, I started learning about his breed and understanding what he was about. We both worked very hard on our walks everyday. He was trying so hard to please me and I was trying so hard to figure out how to get across to him what that WAS! Once we started to get each other our walks became his reward! and he LOVED being understood. Slowly with alot of hard work, patience, kindness and guidence instead of being in trouble all the time because he was never taught not to jump on people or how to walk without pulling, because he learned and understood what was expected of him, Moon learned how to be a much happier dog. Moon stayed with me for a year, he is and always be my heart.
"Moon" fell into my life about a year and a half ago. When he first came to me Moon was a big bully with a bigger heart. His family got him as a puppy and soon he "outgrew" them. The shop where my daughter works helps with rescues and works with the local animal shelters finding homes for them. Knowing I have a way of bringing out the best in stray, scared dogs, my daughter called me, "Mom, I have this dog I think it's a pit bull, I don't know what to do with him." I said bring him up. (Un-nutered mind you). When I first met Moon I was very unsure of him and him of I. My friend Dale's 13yr old pit had passed away two years eariler and he was ready for a new friend. Perfect match!
Ha...little did I know then how much this "bully" would fill my heart, change my life and teach me! Dale had been in an accident and his knee got shattered, Moon being the big strong loving bully he was, pulled hard! Dragged really...poor Dale, I had to laugh and feel sorry for him at the same time. So feeling sorta responsible, I started getting to know Moon better and started going to Dales a few times a week to walk him. I started finding myself looking forward to seeing "My Moon" and walking him was getting better he was catching on and we were learning how to communicate, He was so happy about this.
A few months passed then one night the phone rang. The officer on the other end said "Mr Newman has been arrested if someone does not pick this dog up in 15min he's going to the pound!" of course I was there to get him ... now what to do with him...
This was in November...Days passed, it got cold, Moon moved in, I went to the internet and learned that he was an American Bulldog not a pitbull, I started learning about his breed and understanding what he was about. We both worked very hard on our walks everyday. He was trying so hard to please me and I was trying so hard to figure out how to get across to him what that WAS! Once we started to get each other our walks became his reward! and he LOVED being understood. Slowly with alot of hard work, patience, kindness and guidence instead of being in trouble all the time because he was never taught not to jump on people or how to walk without pulling, because he learned and understood what was expected of him, Moon learned how to be a much happier dog. Moon stayed with me for a year, he is and always be my heart.
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