It is interesting for me to note the formation and progression of the Time’s up movement. It is about time that women were respected for being the creative and intelligent forces they are. However, the way actresses and singers portray themselves in the media is quite schizophrenic and very confusing.

I have been the recipient of sexual harassment in the past. There were times that I was propositioned by a boss. Yet I never allowed myself to be in a situation with them where they could satisfy their lust using my body for their pleasure.

As I have matured into menopause I still have some who remark on the beauty God created when he formed me. The delight in that is that most who remark on my looks are my dear sisters at Vibrant Church.

Men do not treat me in the same fashion as they used to. I have been so fortunate to have many men in my life whom I consider dear friends. The line into romance is never crossed. If they are married and they in any way disrespect their wife in a conversation with me, I set them straight without hesitation.

As my relationship with Christ has matured I have become more aware that my body is a holy temple where the Spirit of God seeks to reside.

1 Corinthians 6:19-20
(19)Do you not know that your bodies are temples of the Holy Spirit, who is in you, whom you have received from God? You are not your own; 20) you were bought at a price. Therefore honor God with your bodies.(NIV)

To allow my body to become an object of lust or sexual desire outside of marriage would clutter the holy temple with filth. It also rips the breastplate of righteousness from my chest which protects my heart from heartbreak.

In another verse the Word of God states, “Do not give what is holy to the dogs.”

So I understand the desire for sexual purity from a Godly point of view. Yet Hollywood women appear to be doing it from a source of arrogance.

One minute they are shouting out about not wanting to be touched. The next moment they are wearing sheer gowns on the red carpet.

I was horrified when I recently read the headline. “Ashanti proved that nipples make the best accessory on the red carpet.”

I could literally hear the dogs panting with lust.

I continue to find Hollywood and the narcissists who are contained, the most vile creatures on earth. I would suggest to those in the entertainment industry if you do not want to be the object of lust then you may want to dress in a more respectable fashion.


I have had a bit of a battle recently regarding the situation I am currently in. My collar bone sustained another fracture recently while taking out the hardware from a previous fracture.

There is the tendency towards anger when you feel as if you have not been treated correctly by the medical establishment. Today I notified my insurance company of the incompetence of an ER I had visited in the midst of this crisis. I informed them that I was not going to pay the bill due to the pain and anguish I had suffered for an additional six days because they could not read a CAT scan correctly.

Tomorrow I will ask for the name of the administrator and write the head honcho an account of my demise. I would like to suggest some ER protocols be put in place so that what happened to me does not happen to others.

I have not taken any action against the surgeon though. The surgeon did the initial collar bone resection four and a half years ago. He said it probably just hadn’t healed correctly. I find that suspect. However, this surgeon pieced together a collar bone that was severely broken.

I had no issue with the metal plate and screws until the last couple of years. I could write a scathing review and have formed one in my mind already. Yet I think that would be repaying evil for good. He fit me into his schedule in December when he was probably working sixteen hour days because everyone who had met their deductible was trying to slide in under the rug. He is a genuinely nice guy also.

I have battled with this. Wanting to do the right thing.

Today as I met with some dear lady friends to have a Bible Study. The Lord brought into my mind Judas. Jesus knew that Judas would betray him. He had to know this. He was God. If Jesus knew Judas was going to be the one to put him on the cross, why in God’s name did he ask him to be a disciple?

Not only that, Jesus actually called him “My friend” at the moment Judas betrayed him. Yet without the evil of Judas, the sacrifice of Jesus would have not happened. This sacrifice changed the world.

I think sometimes evil is only as powerful as we allow it to be. I have taken this unexpected time off of work to reconnect with a man who has been such an example of Jesus in my life it humbles me daily. I have also continued to work on my novel. I don’t think my surgeon is evil. He strikes me as a good Christian man but to be disabled for 5 weeks has the potential to bring out the anger in me.

Every day I try to do something which will honor God. I am struggling to bring the novel to completion and start it on the road to publication. Ever since I decided to rewrite the entire manuscript my life has been riddled with one crisis after another. It has been the most wicked and trying 8 years of my life. My thought is that this novel must be an awesome work of God if it has stirred the devil up to that extent. All of the trials and difficulties I have gone through just make me more determined to finish it.

Because what the devil meant for evil God means for good. All you have to do is look at Jesus to know the truth of that statement.


I was sad to hear that Tom Petty died of an accidental drug overdose. I was even sadder yet to hear that he had been performing with a broken hip. That is some pretty intense pain. Having recently suffered another fracture of my right collar bone that happened during a surgery which was to take out the hardware from a previous fracture, I empathize with anyone who has a fracture.

I had asked for Tylenol with Codeine initially after the surgery because the surgeon said I should be able to go back to work. I know that this medication has no sedative effect on me so I could work while taking it. Fifteen days later, I reached back in my car and my right collar bone that had caused slight pain before became excruciating. I tried Advil, Aleeve and Methocarbamol in addition to the Tylenol with Codeine. Twelve days after the severe pain started and I was basically disabled, my surgeon told me I had another fracture.

Thank God, I had had some Norco on hand from my previous vocal cord surgery. That was the only medication which numbed the pain. From this experience I have a few opinions on pain.

1. If a person tells you they have a pain level of ten and they are crying with movement you need to listen to them very carefully and give them the pain medication which will be effective. You do not need to tell them the x-ray is perfect and act like they have lost their mind.

2. To criminalize patients who are in pain is absurd and should be illegal. My last PCP accused me of being a drug seeker. I had asked her for something which could relieve the pain in my feet. She saw that I had been given Norco syrup for my vocal cord surgery, which I had only taken a few doses of, Ultram which was ineffective and I was no longer taking, and Tylenol with Codeine which I had ran out of. Needless to say, I will no longer go back to her. Yet to be treated like this when I had a valid issue with pain and she had not even asked whether or not I had used any of the previous pain medications, angered me.

3. To criminalize doctors which prescribe narcotics is just as crazy. Doctors are trained to treat pain. They may need to have more training on how to treat different maladies with pain medications which are actually effective. Case in point; the only medication which relieved the pain of my fracture was Norco and I asked the doctor to decrease the dosage when he finally identified the fracture. The norco syrup was 7.5/325 mg. I asked for 5/325mg. Norco at this low dosage was more effective than any of the other meds combined.

4. Allow celebrities to say, “NO” to engagements if they have pain. Tom Petty was performing with a broken hip which had to be horribly painful. He should have stopped the tour, had surgery and he could have weaned off of all the pain killers. I don’t know why he was still performing but whoever was encouraging him to do so, is partly responsible for his death.

5. Teach medical students to try and fix the cause of the pain instead of just treating the symptom of pain. In teaching my patients about medications I have come to the realization that pain meds work on how the brain receives pain signals. They do nothing to decrease the pain itself. In my case 1-2 months of allowing my right arm to rest and assume immobility should solve my pain. I will no longer need pain meds at that time and I will stop taking them.

The last thing we need is for the government to take control of people’s pain because for the most part they are just a pain in the neck anyhow.


I have had a bit of a problem. I work as a nurse and although I have been told I am a good nurse in the home health field, I sometimes have difficulty making my bills with the amount I get paid.

I have had other offers from other companies but each time I consider leaving my present company the Lord reminds of how they have had my back in every sticky situation. Occasionally, no matter how hard I try, the patients call and complain. It hasn’t happened often, but each time it has my Director of Nurses has my back.

In nursing, it is many times a dog eat dog world, where the only way you can move up the ladder is by crushing someone else in the process. My company does not do that.

Recently I had another surgery. It was on the 20th of December, in the process of taking the hardware from a previous surgery out of my collar-bone my surgeon happened to fracture my collar-bone again. I was not happy at all.

This mistake by my surgeon meant I would have to take 1-2 months off of work. I had to tell my company this right after they had informed me that I was their main nurse. They also agreed to give me a sizable raise. The last thing I wanted to do was take any time off of work.

They really needed my help at this time. I was all on board with helping them but I also needed to make sure my right shoulder was functional because I was right-handed. I scanned them my work release and talked to one of the nurses in the office. I told her my main concern was keeping my job. She said I didn’t have to worry about that. I was valuable to the company.

I tell you what, when I heard that, my loyalty to this company jumped through the roof. They have not only kept me employed through this health crisis but continued to give me work when I could barely talk. Most of my patients are hard of hearing and the fact that they didn’t fire me when I had two paralyzed vocal cords and could barely whisper says a lot for them also.

When I started working for the company, the owner stated at one of our corporate meetings that she wanted her nurses to be loyal to her company. She has definitely achieved that goal with me.


I started writing my novel in the year of 2000. I initially intended to write a story to draw more empathy for single mothers. I worked on that manuscript for eight to nine years. When I had finished it I gave it to a Christian friend of mine who was also penning a novel. He said it was horrible. He tore it apart in his critique. I was crushed.

I remember asking God what was going on? I had thought this novel was what he wanted me to write. He said,”There is too much of the devil in it. It is a spiritual warfare novel and you have not given me enough glory.”

After writing a novel close to 400 pages and having paid a publishing company a pretty large sum to publish it I pulled the novel from publication.

I started the rewrite and developed a whole new plot line which was based on the Bible, not my pity for single mothers. The book has developed into a beautiful masterpiece which glorifies God and not the devil.

You would think that once I got my story straight that my life would be free of obstacles and trials right? Not so much, since I started the rewrite I have encountered one attack after another from the devil.

In 2010 I went through a most vicious time with my ex,fighting for custody of my two boys. I felt so betrayed and hurt through this experience. When I lost the fight and my boys went to go live with their father I considered, for a moment, the option of walking away from God.

I just couldn’t do it though. God is such an integral part of my life to walk away from him would be to abandon my joy.

I learned through this experience to be careful who I share my struggles with. If you share your struggles with those who are steeped in bitterness, you will only sow hatred and bitterness in your heart. It is important to spend time with God in these times of darkness.

I learned to listen carefully to my two sons who had chosen to live with their Dad. They said he wasn’t the better parent but the school system where he lived was exceptional. I had always encouraged my children in their studies, so this was a natural yearning for them.

My ex was also great about disciplining them. His rope is very short when it comes to disobedience and he broke them of their habitual addiction to video games.

The other aspect of my ex is that he was a very involved Dad. He didn’t pop in after all of the raising had been done and then whisk them away. They had stayed with him every weekend since the divorce. When he moved to Florida to nurture the relationship with the woman, who is now his wife, my sons missed him.

Through prayer and communion with the Holy Spirit all of this became apparent to me.

The main issue I had with all of the court drama was that it wasted so much of my time and my money. I would have much rather been penning my novel than talking with lawyers and throwing money down their toilets of incompetence.

At that time I was also working for a very vile company in Dallas who threatened to sue me when I resigned. They were scared that I would take some of my patients with me.

I basically had enough of wicked people after having dealt with the judges in family court, incompetent lawyers and now a company who was threatening a lawsuit. I decided to resign from my nursing career until this company could regain its sanity and I thought I would work on my novel.

For some reason, I just didn’t have a desire to write in it at this time. I got some of it written but my passion had waned.
It was during this time that I tripped and fell and broke my collar bone. I didn’t have insurance and I had no savings. It was a struggle to keep a float financially but I still had to pay child support.

After that fracture I started this blog because my doctor said all I could do was write.

Now, four and a half years later, I have another fracture in the same collar bone. Apparently something happened in surgery when they were taking the metal out of the bone that caused another fracture.

So now I am forced to take another 1-2 months off of nursing. However, I am totally pumped about finishing my novel and getting it published under my own publication label.

In the Bible the Lord wants me to be joyful in trials. “2 Consider it pure joy, my brothers and sisters,[a] whenever you face trials of many kinds, 3 because you know that the testing of your faith produces perseverance. 4 Let perseverance finish its work so that you may be mature and complete, not lacking anything.”

I am trying to be joyful and I truly am delighted that I have a space of time to finish my book. Yet I must be honest, sometimes when you are fully committed to doing God’s work is when the testing is the most difficult. That is when it is important to have a church family who loves you and friends who are true blue friends.

In addition to this, I am so thankful for everyone in my blog audience. I am close to 18,000 followers and I really value each one of you.

If you feel led to pray for me, Iwould appreciate prayers for the healing of my right collar bone. I ask that you intercede for me also because I have a temper and when doctors and hospitals don’t act right I want to unload my anger on them. I need to have the Holy Spirit guide me in this but I don’t believe I should have to pay for incompetence. Need prayers. please.

Thank you


I mentioned in my last post that I have been battling severe pain in my right collar bone. I have also alluded to the fact that I thought my surgeon was not listening to me. I clearly told him I had infection.

Thank God, I have a dear friend, Dr. Alvarado, who has known me for several years. When I called him, to begin with, telling him I thought I was on death’s doorstep with possible Osteomyelitis, he also refused to order antibiotics for me. He said he didn’t know what to order because Osteomyelitis was not something he treated on a normal basis.

I accepted that excuse for a smidgen of a minute then called him back and begged him to prescribe some Bactrim. The Bactrim helped but since no one had taken a blood draw, I wasn’t even sure that it was infection.

I began taking the Norco syrup I had on hand from my previous vocal cord surgery. That was a God send. It was medium strength and was the only medicine which remotely relieved the pain.

After going to the ER and being very unhappy with them, I once again called my surgeon. I got a call back at the end of the day. I was able to get in to see him on the 16th of January at 1:10 pm.

I am very capable of posting viciously accurate reviews of companies which are incompetent. I already had a review planned out in my mind for this surgeon. Yet, I just couldn’t bring myself to post anything. I wanted to give the surgeon the greatest chance to redeem himself. He had done the initial surgery on my collar bone and that fracture was horrendous. That surgery had been done with complete perfection.

So today was the 16th. It had been twelve days of disabling pain. What was I going to say to the surgeon? I rehearsed different “come to Jesus” speeches but somehow, they always got peppered with obscenities. I was so angry, and the pain was still fierce.

I began to document the timeline of this ordeal so that I could be accurate when I talked to the surgeon. I opened my day planner which my boyfriend had got me for Christmas and it fell open to October. Yes, I know it is January, but God wanted me to read the verse that was attached to the first week in October. So, I read it…

Colossians 4:6 “Let your speech always be with grace, as though seasoned with salt. So you will know how you should respond to each person.”

Well, that wasn’t what I wanted to say. I wanted to give that surgeon a piece of my mind. However, I wrote that verse down on an index card and slipped it in my pocket asking God to give me grace.

The surgeon came in and disarmed me. He is just such a genuinely kind person I could not visit my rage upon him. Instead I calmly told him the things that had happened, and he suggested another x-ray. When he came back into my room after viewing the x-ray he said I had another fracture. This had never happened to him before.

Gads, 2018 is quickly going to the pot for me as far as my nursing career goals are concerned.

He said the bone had probably not healed all the way and I would have to keep my right arm immobile for 4-8 weeks. That means I cannot work for 1-2 months. I have no disability insurance and no savings, so that will be a challenge.

My parents are generous to some extent and my boyfriend is amazing, so I have no fear. In addition to this, I have a God who has impressed upon me the discipline of not going into debt. He will provide what I need and beyond that, things which I don’t even know I need.

I looked at the surgeon with a smile and said. “Well, I have a novel to finish. It is a God novel. I can use this time to finish and start the publication process. I can also work on my blog.”

He said, “Well that is turning lemons into lemonade.”

I responded with laughter, “I have had plenty of lemons in my lifetime. I am an expert at making lemonade.”

I believe that Colossians 4:6 was lived out in my life today. I don’t know why I got the fracture, but I am determined to use it to glorify God. To have cussed out a surgeon, who tries his very best and has been Christ like in his manner, wouldn’t have been the correct way to glorify God.


This year was going to be different. I did not set any New Year’s goals but I certainly had expectations for 2018. My prayers included being healthy, finishing my novel, developing my own publication enterprise and putting that novel into as many hands as could hold it.

In addition to this, I had expected to welcome a dog to my home. I fell in love with this dog, Pete, a few years ago.

Work was becoming exactly what I wanted it to be. My company was finally successful enough to give me enough home health admits, re-certifications and skilled nursing visits to keep me challenged. The administrator said I was their main nurse and when I asked for a raise the owner called and gave me a size-able raise.

Life was good. I had had surgery on my collar bone on December 20th and although I had severe pain in the morning it was calmed with a Tylenol #3.

On June 4th, I was on my way to pick up my niece from a hotel to take her and my daughter to dinner. She is in college campus ministry in Arkansas and has a yearly conference in Fort Worth. She is an absolute doll and walks the walk of Christ. She is also the daughter of my brother, who is getting divorced, so I didn’t want to miss the chance to show her my love.

As I was driving, my Google maps decided to force me to use Uber. Why on God’s green earth I would need Uber if I was using Google maps? Somebody at Google has lost their ever loving mind. I got so angry at the app I uninstalled it and reached back into my car for my Ipad which I use for navigation. That is when I felt a shearing pain in my right collar bone.

The pain increased to such an extent that by Tuesday the following week I broke down in tears when I moved my arm the slightest. The surgical site was inflamed and warm to the touch. I immediately came to the conclusion that I had infection and went back to the surgeon. They said it was not infection. I had had fever the day after surgery, felt a warm flush and nausea and vomiting while at church, and chills on and off. I was more than upset that they did not even take a blood draw.

On Wednesday the pain was so severe I begged my daughter to take me to the ER. She works nights and she was sleeping but the dear got up and drove me. Her sweet fiance’ picked me up. What dear children they are.

At the ER they took a CAT scan and said my bone looked fine. They again did not do a blood draw. The pain continued to be so severe I was breaking down into tears.

I finally broke down and called the man whom I have referred to as my former boyfriend. I asked him if he would mind coming over to help out. He put his own life on hold for four whole days and served me hand and foot. He was the kindest attendant I could have asked for. He said he was just about ready to let go of our relationship and then this happened.

Every time I try to push him over the cliff into the abyss of nothingness, God humbles me and breaks me so that I can once again realize the valuable person that he is. In this instance, I was totally broken. I could not bathe, dress, brush my hair or prepare food.

I thought back to the time when I was married. When my husband had to take care of me, he would do it with anger and indignation. Not trying to bash the ex here. He has a lot of good traits but care giving is not a natural for him. Whereas my boyfriend did everything I asked with pure joy and he turned my tears into laughter. We have such remarkable synergy that we can make the most dire of circumstances a source of laughter.

He gave God the glory for his steadfastness in the relationship. I do say he is connected to God in a supernatural way.

This Christmas he had given me a portable PC work table so that I could document while I was watching TV. I rolled my eyes when I saw it. That was the last thing I needed. Just another item to clutter up my living room. I put it to the side, still in the cardboard box and left it there. I rarely watch TV and seldom do I document while watching TV. It was clear to me this man didn’t have a clue as to who I really was.

Yet by last Friday just the slightest amount of movement in my right arm brought me to tears. I couldn’t work as a home health nurse in that kind of pain. I still needed to finish my novel though and saw this as a divine opportunity to finish that project. Only problem was my desk was too high and my kitchen table was too high for me to type at on my laptop. My boyfriend suggested we try that new PC work table and we adjusted it to the absolute perfect height. I am typing on that sweet table right now!

Ladies, I am telling you, if you have a man who is committed to God, your provisions will be provided before you think you need them. THAT is how great my God is. I am so grateful for a man who loves Him enough to read his Word every day, pray daily and then listen to the Holy Spirit.

My boyfriend embodies the sacrificial love of Jesus for me in so many ways. I in turn, am grateful that God broke me to the point where I could acknowledge that I need him.

My expectations for 2018 have turned upside down. I think now, my expectation is to become grateful for every twist and turn in my journey with God. I know He will provide for me what I need before I even experience the reality of that need. What a loving Father He is!


I recently turned 55 years old and with that accomplishment I had encountered another Birthday. My birthday is on New Year’s Eve. Most people would think that would turn out well for me but it actually has not been the best reality.

This year was different. My daughter made my birthday so special it was filed in the cherished memory cabinet of my brain.

She took me to Waco to see the Magnolia Market two days before my birthday. I have loved Chip and Joanna since the moment I saw them on television. Going to Waco to see their Silos was on my bucket list.

The Silos are amazing and it was a perfect time to go visit them. The decor of Christmas was still blanketing the corrugated steel, the market had some Christmas items on sale and it seemed as if every breath I took filled my lungs with good tidings. It was so nice to support a couple who is clearly Christian in their walk and rejoice in the success which God has blessed them with.

In addition to walking through the Silos my daughter and I partook of the delicious cupcakes in the Magnolia Bakery. Our favorite was the lemon lavender but I was quite fond of the red velvet peppermint cupcake also

On my Birthday my daughter and her fiance’ planned to take me out for dinner. Unfortunately, it didn’t happen that day due to the weather. But my daughter stayed true to her word and we went to a luxurious French restaurant in the ClearFork development. That was the closest thing to heaven I have experienced. The decor was European and the souffle’s were marvelous. I had to keep pinching myself to make sure this was really happening.

My daughter is such an amazing and wonderful person. Her generosity and kindness continues to warm my heart. For anyone who has a teenager which is hostile, I would encourage you to continue to love them. She was hostile to me for many years and I just kept loving and praying for her.

The Lord has healed the wounds in our relationship over the past few years. I give Him all glory and honor because it was a Bible verse that encouraged me to give her shelter when she needed it. For those of you who say that there is no instruction book for raising children I would encourage you to seek wisdom from God’s word.

I also got some wonderful Birthday cards and my former boyfriend was kind enough to give me some gift cards.

There was one last card that I was expecting. It was from my brother. I don’t remember him ever sending me a birthday card before. I have always loved him but for some reason I always felt as if he didn’t really know how to process me.

When I was little I would try to give him a goodnight kiss. He never let me plant one on his cheek or his lips. I don’t remember talking with him much at all even though he was only three years older than me.

When I went to college he moved back to the farm and started farming. I believe it was in college that I realized he had an outrageous sense of humor. He would wait until my mouth was full of food at holiday dinners. Then he would drop a hilarious joke into the atmosphere which would get me laughing so hard I would have to sprint to the kitchen sink to spit out my food. I began to really enjoy him despite his poor timing of jokes. Yet there was still distance.

When I got divorced I got a short letter from him. I have kept that letter all of these years because it meant so very much to me. There was one time he came to visit me and I remember thinking how smart and wise I thought he was. Talking with him was on a whole different level of intelligence.

Then a few years back my brother and his wife visited me. I had never gotten to know his wife but I began getting to know her while they visited me on this trip. She was and is a remarkable woman. I began to love her dearly.

This past year my brother’s wife left him. I felt like I had lost one of my best friends when this happened. I still love her so dearly and it breaks my heart that she is no longer my brother’s wife. Yet I have called my brother and talked with him so much since this has happened. I tell him on almost every phone call that I love him. I know it is hard for him to say that back to me but it has now become a common occurrence.

I kept looking for the card. He said he had sent me one. I finally got it a few days ago and I wanted to share it with you because every one who reads my blog has become so dear to he.

The front of the card says, “You’re such a wonderful sister.” As you open the card it goes on to say,”When I think of the ups and downs we’ve shared together, the laughter and the tender moments… I realize how very lucky I am to have you. We don’t get to choose our sisters… but if we could I would have chosen you.” Happy Birthday.

Once again my brother has impacted my world in a way that no other person can do. He doesn’t say much but when he does say something it is like a bomb of love has just exploded all over my heart.

I will keep this card until the day I die because sometimes it is not how much a person says but how well they say it that makes them such a remarkable person to know and love.


I met him when I was admitting a patient. This patient did not live in a mansion. He lived with his wife in an apartment. My true love was sitting on the couch in that apartment. I sat down right next to him and we were so close, he seemed like a button to my button hole.

I can’t remember if I was dating someone else or not because the minute we laid eyes on each other we just clicked. He was staying with my patient and his wife. I couldn’t take him home. I mean… I just met him.

As luck would have it I became really good friends with the wife of my patient and then I got to liking my patient a lot also. So they became some of my besties. I loved those two people like no other couple I have ever known. Even though they were both disabled they were the most willing and capable helpers I have met.

Every time I went to see my new best friends, I saw my true love. I knew he felt the same. My patient’s wife said he didn’t look at her like he looked at me. I kind of agreed. He looked at me with eyes of love and well… it just wasn’t the same when he looked at her.

This summer the patient’s wife went to heaven. I still miss her whenever I think about her. I have know a lot of people in my life but none as fine as her. Then just recently my former patient went to heaven also. He was just as sweet as she was. I am going to miss him loads and loads.

I got to be friends with his brother, Ed, so when my patient passed away. I called to make sure Ed was okay. He said he was doing alright and currently he was taking care of my true love for his brother. He asked me if I wouldn’t mind taking my true love, which is a Shitzu, and providing a home for him.

I didn’t think twice I said YES! YES! YES!

This is like the coolest thing that has ever happened to me. I love that little dog like nobody’s business and to take him means I am honoring my two besties which are now in heaven. I imagine they are up in heaven just overwhelmed with joy because I finally can take my true love home.

I am still sad that my besties are not here on earth because we need good people like them. But to have my true love, Pete, to come home to every day is the best way I could start this year. I want to give a shout out to my friend, Ed, for snatching him up before he was put in the pound and for thinking of me when he was wondering what to do with him.

Sometimes I think life can’t get any better. I will post a picture on my blog as soon as I get my true love home.