*~'~* Another year .....Better!! *~'~*

Wednesday, March 03, 2010

Well we are doing pretty good here today. There was a senator from Kentucky named Jim Bunning who held up unemployment wages for over a week. It was finally approved yesterday. I think Senator Bunning needs to go without his pay. But he would still be ok financially I think.

My little pup flurry isn't doing too good. Seems she is having pain in her hip or back legs. Our vent is out of office until Monday. We don't really have the money to take her there yet either. The nurse who is a good friend to us there told me to give her baby aspirin to her. I hope it goes away soon. She was our first pet we got together, my husband and I. She is 10 years old now. Surprised how fast time flys. She couldn't be more my child unless I gave birth to her. She is my baby.

Today is my Birthday! I am 43 years old. I have been looking at my life now and compared to how I thought my life would play out it is much different. I have to say I am another year older and deeper in debt. HA!

But I have grown so much on a personal level. I find myself at times reverting to the "Old poor me" and I can not take that stress or doubt and turn it around and count what I do have. I lift all my trouble and problems up to God. I find myself very much at peace when I do. I feel the calmness come over me.

So I concentrate on what I do have. I have my faith in the Lord. I have a Wonderful Husband who is my best friend. He has stayed by me and would do anything I ask. Not many men would have stayed. I have Linda the home healthcare nurse who helps me so much and has been a good friend. I have my "fur" babies. They never fail to amaze me with their personalities. They provide me love, afffection and humor. I have my home which we are a roof over our heads. Spark and my Spark friends who mean so, so, very much to me.

So not another year older. Another year BETTER!

Balloons for Ricky
by Laura Ditta Cade

There once was a young fellow named Ricky who was a shy, earnest lad with a heart made of gold. His parents were paupers, but they made sure than him and his six sisters always had enough to eat for supper and proper clothes for the frigid Maine winters. Oftentimes, he would go unnoticed by his peers, but he was a bright, hardworking boy who had neither the time nor the care for socializing.

One day in late October he was sitting in the back of the class with his nose in a book while his classmates took full advantage of their teacher being ten minutes late. Suddenly the class grew quiet as the door burst open in the typical Mrs. Worchester way. "Sorry I'm late, class. I had another bout of car trouble this morning. That's what you get for trusting a used car salesman." She turned towards the chalkboard. "Please open up your readers to page 17," she said as she wrote the page number on the board.

A low groan swept through the classroom as the students begrudgingly took out their readers and opened to the correct page. Not Ricky, though, no. He's already read page 17... and 18 and 19 and 20. In fact, he's already read half of the reader. He decided to gaze out the window and daydream about his upcoming birthday. He was going to be nine years old, which excited him because he only had one more year to go before he hit the double digits.

Since his family was so poor he didn't expect much more than the usual birthday brownie him and his sisters always get on their birthdays and a small gift from his parents. He still loved his birthday, though, for it was the only day of the year in which he was the center of attention. Every other day of the year he pretty much didn't care if anyone noticed him or not, but this day was his and he wasn't ashamed to take full advantage of it. Thoughts of the whole town singing happy birthday to him while his dad carried him on his shoulders amidst balloons that nearly outnumbered the people played in his mind's eye like a movie.

CLAP!! "Ricky! Hello. Earth to Ricky!" The obnoxious sound of Mrs. Worchester's voice jolted him out of his daydream. Rubbing his eyes, the class snickered and jeered at him. "Huh?" he grumbled, feeling out of sorts. "Welcome back, Ricky," Mrs. Worchester said snottily. "Would you care to read the third paragraph on page 18 as soon as you've fully removed your head from the clouds?"

The class snickered again, this time making his cheeks turn crimson. He read the passage, but couldn't shake the daydream from his mind. Glancing out the window as the rest of the class started their multiplication tables, he was awestruck by a lone balloon floating toward the clouds. Captivated, he watched it go up and up until he could no longer see it. Suddenly the daydream floated from his mind's eye not unlike the balloon in the sky. Everything seemed to float away as he went through the rest of his day in a sort of haze. Every time he tried to focus on something it would slip from his focus like satin from a mattress. The more it happened the more frustrated he got, which, would thus make it happen even more.

Wandering around town after school he decided to stop for ice cream at his favorite parlor. Sitting at the bar, he gazed out at the street. A boy of about his age was sitting on a bench next to an elderly lady. She seemed to be telling him something very important because his eyes kept getting bigger and bigger until they nearly popped out of his head. A few minutes later the boy got up, took two steps and disappeared.

Ricky nearly choked on his ice cream as he rubbed his eyes roughly with the sides of his hands. "What in the world--?!" he thought as he looked again at the spot where the boy had just been. The elderly woman was now standing there holding what looked like the same balloon he saw earlier. Winking at him, she disappeared into the crowd.

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    WIshing you a little late........Happy Birthday and may God continue to bless you and your family!

    2970 days ago
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    2971 days ago
    If I could change to text size I would blow this up to about font 36

    Happy Birthday!
    2971 days ago
    Happy Birthday, dearest Willow!! I know I have told you this before, but it is ESPECIALLY important for you to know it today: The world is a better place because you are in it!! Truly! Love you lots and lots! Hope you feel super-special today more than ever, because you ARE! emoticon emoticon emoticon emoticon emoticon
    2971 days ago
  • 0309COOKIE
    Happy Birthday to you Willow. You deserve a happy day as you share so much joy with us each day in your blogs. Hope your pup gets to feeling better, poor thing.
    2971 days ago
    Happy Birthday, Willow!!! I hope your pup gets to feeling better!!! I love my babies
    {dog, and kitties 3} too. I agree with you about the unemployment!! I was happy to hear it went through!!! There are times I wish elected people would take a huge
    pay cut!!! That would help our country!! People need their unemloyment: there aren't alot of jobs out there!! I like your attitude " You are better"!!!
    Have a great day!!! emoticon emoticon emoticon emoticon emoticon emoticon emoticon emoticon emoticon emoticon
    2971 days ago
    Happy Birthday to YOU! Happy Birthday to YOU! Happy Birthday Happy Birthday, Happy Birthday to YOUuuuuuuuuuuuu! And many more! Love, Dawn
    2971 days ago
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    Happy Birthday & many, many more!!! God Bless you!!! Kay
    2971 days ago

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