I’m Not as Nice as I Thought

I’ve been writing over the past few posts about how I’m not as nice as I believed. I learned this on our vacation in South Dakota. I have further proof.

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Live for the Journey

Every year on this date, it’s a must for me to remember this lovable furry guy in the photo. Piezon changed my life and was my everything for eleven and a half years. He had such a palpable spirit and filled up the missing spaces in my life back then (he came to me in place of the children I couldn’t have). He brought along with him a lot of positive spiritual energy that manifested in so many forms. When he died, all that spirit energy seemed to go with him.

How did we Meet?

Have you ever met anyone online that became a good friend? If you’re a blogger, I’m guessing you probably have.

Winter, Home and Books

I’m waiting for the PROOF of my paperback novel, Whit’s End, to make sure it all looks good. I can’t wait to share it. For now, I’ll tell you a little about my winter experience from over the weekend.

Another Break

I didn’t get a blog scheduled for this week, so I thought I’d post an update on an earlier post.

Remember A Tale about Feet and then the One Gimp, Two Gimp story? Well apparently, feet injuries are contagious in our home. I’d advice anyone to get a vaccine before they visit us.

A Tale about Feet

On April 15, 2014, my dog, Max, had a quarter-sized lump removed from his side. We had to wait for test results to come back and have his stitches removed in ten days (this is relevant for later).

On April 17, 2014, my husband called me from work just to say hi and let me know he was thinking of me.

Ten minutes after we hung up, around 2:30pm, my phone rang and I saw his number on caller ID again. Hmm. I wonder what he could’ve forgotten to tell me.

“Hello?”

A woman’s voice I didn’t recognize said, “Hi. Is this Lori, Gary’s wife?”

“Yes.” My voice shook.

“Gary just had an accident at work. We called an ambulance for him.”

“Wha… Wha… What?” Fear shot through my veins and straight into my brain, causing logical thoughts to scamper and hide.

Seventeen

If you want to hear God laugh, tell Him your plans. ~ Unknown

Storm clouds rolling in on a day planned for the beach.