The honeymoon is over but the really love has just start. I went to spend time with my "boyfriend". We definely did not have fun. Shawn was in a bad mood and was having a hard time drawing a tree.

He was in a bad mood for reasons that an eleven year old should not even be thinking about let alone worrying about. I guess since he was in a bad mood he also needed to vent about a few other things. So Shawn vented and I drew a tree.

Amazing how simple love can be. I can wrap my head around that kind of simplicity sitting and listening. But the simplicity of God's love, that is another story. I have a hard time understanding that He loves me so much that He gave His only son. Just so, little ol me and everyone else, could have salvation. That blows my mind! While I can draw trees He makes them!

Believe it or not, it is as simple as that.

Thank God

true love.

I am in love. He is a younger "man" but I hear that is the "in" thing. We were brought together by God through one of my students. His name is Shawn and he is amazing. He likes to draw dragons, knights, and lots of other things. He is very talented. He also can do magic tricks and play a kick-ass game of checkers. We have already made plans for our next date. I can't wait.

Annie!!!!!!

I am soooo happy to hear from you! How can I e-mail you. I can't get to your blog.

My friend

I was coming home from a seminar last night and out of the blue I started to cry like a baby. This was unexpected because I was in a good mood. It was a good seminar.


I am really missing my buddy. He was a tough old boy but as sweet as can be. When I would come home he would always walk out to meet me. He was most likely waiting for the end of my ice cream cone. This was a pleasure we both enjoyed and I could tell he was disappointed when I ate it all before I got home. He was my protector...sitting on the step outside the backdoor making sure that no creepy crawlers or boogieman would come in the house. When he was inside he was always alert for any strangers or critters outside. When a stranger did approach he was on the job. He would follow me around and the minute I stopped he would roll over and expect me to rub his belly, of course I did.



I am a dog person but I am not one to dress them up or baby talk (well maybe a little). I know there have been studies of how dogs can lower blood pressure and have other positive effects. I have seen the amazing effect the dogs have on the kids at the hospital. I think the amazing thing is that they really can sense your feelings. When I was sad he would always hang around and after a few minutes of rubbing we would both would feel better.



Bones is trying hard to fill the gap. He sits still for longer when I rub his tummy. I have also discovered he would rather be rubbed behind his ears. He just isn't as aloof as he used to be. But he stills pees in the kitchen.



I know in heaven, our closeness to God will make us so happy that we won't miss anything. So if heaven is this world, but perfect, then I will have lots of Woofies around me.

fire and rain

I love analogies! I am a visual person so I guess that is why I like word pictures.

If my thoughts are like bubbles then my words are like fire.

some of my words can be like the low even flame of the gas stove. These symetrical little licks of flame, like my words, can be warming and useful. Sometimes when I am set on high, my words are full of energy and can get things started quickly. when i am set on low, my words can simmer and gently warm.

The popping flames of a wood fire, the kind you have in the fireplace on a chilly night or like that, oh so mystic camp fire. You can spend hours watching these awsome flames. they are like long conversations with your friends or stories you make up for your kids. they grow and pop and you can see amazing things in them.

I also have words that are like the flames that are the hottest. these burn white hot. they can do the most damage. they make me think of those mean little comments that i sometime grumble under my breath. they to, can singe and cause a foul smell. I hate these words. they are just like that nasty white coal that has no substance or use. they can get away so easily and make things ugly.

words can be so powerful they can break a heart, flames can be so hot they melt iron. flames and words really are similar. they can have an awsome power. the kind of power that can distroy and leave a path that takes a long time to repair but they can also do things...turn trash into art, provide power and enlightment, show us the way, warm ....well you get the picture...the word picture.

tiny bubbles

When my little girl was young I would tell her she had "gumball syndrom". This was what I called it when she would have a thought and it would immediately come out her mouth.

I have a new "syndrom". Bubbles.... you know in the , where the characters are having thoughts, they are in a bubble. Well my thoughts are bubbles. Some bubbles pop the second they hit the air. Well I sometimes have thoughts that as soon as I think them, then they are gone!

I have thoughts that are like the bubbles that all hook together. You can't tell where one ends and another begins. When one bursts they all burst..... Pop they are gone.

I have thoughts that are like the bubbles in my nightly bath. They are soft and white. They make me feel like I am afloat on my own watery cloud. These thoughts are sweet and gentle and help me relax.

I have thoughts that are like the bubbles you have in your mouth after you drink out of a glass that wasn't rinsed out. They aren't visible but they are nasty and just won't go away. You can drink and spit and drink some more.....they won't go away. I hate these bubbles. They remind me of what a sinful person I am. Yuckkkkkk!

Then there are the thoughts that are like a perfect bubble. Not too big, not too small...just right. They float up into the sky and you never really see them burst. they just float away and leave a nice warm and fuzzy feeling.

I suppose most of my bubbly thoughts are due to my advanced age. However I prefer to say I have"bubble sydrom ". I just think it sounds nicer than forgetful!