Today marks the 33rd birthday of that messy-haired boy with the funny looking scar with whom many of us grew up. It also happens to be the birthday of Queen Rowling, the brilliant mind that brought us the HP universe and everything we love about it. In order to commemorate this special day, we've compiled a list of ways to celebrate Harry James Potter, Hogwarts, and the magic of friendship.
The second big thing in our lives happened in February. Hubby John and I were watching a show on Animal Planet about different dog breeds. On this particular day, on this particular episode, they showcased the Cavalier King Charles Spaniel. We had never heard of the breed but we found ourselves glued to the TV, listening to every word about this loving, laid-back, lap dog! We looked at each other and agreed that maybe we could go for that kind of a dog!
I started researching Cavaliers online and thought I’d look into what it would take to get a puppy. I soon discovered that to get a puppy from a reputable breeder was out of the question cost-wise. Besides, John and I are getting older and really didn’t think we had the energy required to raise a puppy.
So I wondered if I could find one at a rescue shelter somewhere. Low and behold, not 10 minutes later, I discovered a rescue shelter called Partners for Pets, less than two hours from our home, and they had a Cavalier King Charles Spaniel named Sissy! (partnersforpetsil.org)
Our daughter, Emily and her hubby live in that area so we contacted them to ask if they knew anything about Partners for Pets. Well, not only had they heard of them, they had actually adopted one of their three rescued cats from Partners for Pets!
We read the description about this older female Cavalier who was loved by the staff and volunteers alike at the shelter. It said she had a hard life as a breeder dog in a puppy mill and she had many, many puppies before they decided she was no longer of any use to them. We felt her tugging at our heart strings from that moment.
So, we took a deep breath and downloaded the adoption application. It was quite extensive! We had to give references, the name of our vet, and tell them how we would care for an adopted pet, about our life-style, and so on. After sending in the application, the waiting to hear back was nerve-wracking!
Finally, we got an email reply and were told that we were approved but we were second in line to adopt this sweet dog. If the first applicant’s references didn’t check out, then we’d be first in line. Oh my, the waiting was hard, but we wanted the best for us and for Sissy so we trusted the Lord for everything to work out the way it was supposed to.
Just a day or so later another email came from the shelter volunteer. This one said that we were now first in line to adopt Sissy and asked when we could come to one of their adoption events to meet her! Yay!!!
So on Saturday, February 16, John and I drove down to the Partners for Pets adoption event, met Lady (as we named her), fell completely in love with her, and brought her home! ♥
Of course we’re all still adjusting to our new lives…. Lady was not house trained (although that’s getting much better) and she still doesn’t know how to play, but she is flourishing with a loving family in her fur-ever home!
We’ve had Lady now for about 4-1/2 months and are thinking that she needs a companion dog, so we’re praying for the right one to adopt when the time is right.
Thinking of getting a pet? Please consider rescuing a dog or cat…you won’t regret it!
It’s been quite some time since I last wrote anything here. There has been plenty going on…I just haven’t really known where to begin.
Now it’s the end of June and here I am sitting in a Florida hotel room, watching The Mighty Ducks on TV, and thinking about all the many blessings in my life.
It all started in early February…. oh, wait a minute now… it really all started way, way back years ago when hubby John was only 14 years old…
OK, tell you what…I’ll cut you a break and skip over about 45 years (I can hear the collective sigh of relief) and tell you about one of the two big things since February.
The first big thing, and the reason why I’m in Florida right now, is that we’re at a chaplain conference and John just became a Board Certified Chaplain! He’s been working as a hospice chaplain for almost six years and was able meet with a certification committee this week and – he made it! I’m very excited and thankful and happy about his accomplishment. This truly has been 45 years in the making and we’ve learned to serve God and trust Him in ways we never imagined.
The most important part of this, and what I want to share with you, is that God is faithful and He will bring you through.
1 Thessalonians 5.24 (New International Version) says, “The one who calls you is faithful, and he will do it.”
In the New Living Translation it’s, “God will make this happen, for he who calls you is faithful.”
Each one of us is here for a reason and God calls each of us to something in this life. It’s not the same for me as it is for you. What is the same though is that God is faithful. You can count on Him.
Happy Mother’s Day! Moms come in all forms, too. Not all moms have had babies, but have a motherly influence on the loved ones in their lives.
So no matter if you have kids of your own or if you have people who look up to you as a mom, I hope you have a wonderful day today. Happy Mother’s Day to you!!
It’s that time of year again, folks. No, not tax time…though, as a friendly reminder from me to you, next Monday is April 15th – time to get your taxes filed!
Today is the St. Louis Cardinals home opener! Since no one has declared Opening Day a “St. Louisans-Don’t-Have-To-Work Day”, I listened to the festivities on 1120AM KMOX. I know I’m only in my mid-thirties, but listening to games on KMOX really brings me back to being a kid…growing up in central Illinois meant you either watched games on TV or listened to KMOX. I’ve listened to countless games, and never have I been so moved than today.
Stan “The Man” Musial passed away in January of this year. He is synonymous with the Cardinals, and with being a St. Louisan. I work in St. Louis, and drive by Busch Stadium each day. I remember seeing the Stan statue completely surrounded by gifts and tributes to “The Man”, and how touched I was that his family was willing to open up their grieving process to the millions of Cardinal fans around the world.
The Opening Day ceremony started with the entrance of the Clydesdales, then a tribute to Stan. The starting lineup was introduced, then another moment of silence in honor of all those we have lost, including the tragedy at Sandy Hook Elementary last December. I started tearing up with the initial tribute to Stan…and pert near lost it at the end, especially when the National Anthem was played by the Gateway Harmonica Club…Stan was a lifelong member of the club. The Cardinals have always been a classy organization, and it really showed today. They are planning a bigger tribute to Stan at Friday night’s game, and man…I wish I could be there! Does anyone have a pair of tickets they’d like to give me? Anybody?
I actually looked forward to my drive home tonight, knowing that I would be able to look into the stadium as I passed it. Granted, it was a tiny view, and I had to focus on the task at hand – safe driving. But I could smell the food…I could just barely see the fans decked out in red. Attending a home opener is definitely on my bucket list!
Even though the Cardinals lost (okay, “got their butts handed to them in the 9th inning” is more appropriate), it’s still been a great Opening Day for me. Today is the first of many afternoons where I’ll get a peek inside Busch…a peek inside America’s pastime. And right now, I’m watching The Sandlot, probably my second favorite baseball movie ever (A League of Their Own is my absolute favorite movie of all time), remembering when Dad used to take me and Greg to see the Cardinals play in old Busch and how we’d take our gloves, even though there was no way any ball was getting hit that far up…when we used to go to games in Springfield, IL, first Cardinals, then Sultans (the club in town now is the Springfield Sliders, and is part of the Prospect League).
You know, football may be the most popular sport in the country, but baseball will always be America’s pastime. To me, no other sport measures up to it…the history of the game, listening to the play-by-play, the sound of a bat knocking a ball out of the park, the smell of hot dogs and beer… Sitting close is awesome, but I think Alabama had it right when they sang, “There’s nothing like the view from the cheap seats.”
Someone once said, “The only constant in life is change.” If that’s true, then why do I always go kicking and screaming when change comes a-calling? I’m most comfortable with routine. I need to know that two follows one. If I have to do something new, I want to make a plan and also have a back-up plan ready to go if necessary. Oh, I know that I also have to be flexible in life within the routines and plans, but that’s different than change.
For example, one day last week our postal carrier at work, Jay, announced that it was his last day. The United States Postal Service, in its infinite wisdom, decided to shake up all the mail delivery routes in our town and moved all the carriers to different parts of town. I’ve been working at our local Chamber of Commerce for 7-1/2 years and, even before my time there, Jay has been bringing our mail, telling us jokes, and brightening everyone’s day. That’s a long time and maybe it was time for a change, but I gotta tell ya that it sure did come as a shock to us. It was like losing a friend.
To add insult to injury, the mail is now being delivered mid-afternoon rather than mid-morning. (Not the fault of the new carrier.) I mean, come on! Does the USPS have no feelings whatsoever? I’ve had to change my whole routine!
Sorry to be so dramatic, but that’s how I get when change forces itself on me.
Since “the only constant in life is change”, the important thing then is how we react to it. Going beyond my USPS woes… if something major in life happens that I have no control over, I figure I basically have two choices. Accept and keep moving forward or live in denial and stall out. I like to think that I will choose the former. With the help of family, friends and my faith in God, I’m sure I will.
Sometimes we complain, but there is something beautiful about getting up before everyone else to get better at what we love. - Olympic Gold Medalist Missy Franklin on getting up at 4:45 a.m. for swimming practice.
This evening on ABC News I was watching the piece on Olympic Gold Medalist Missy Franklin competing in her high school swim meet. She was so full of joy doing what she loves to do – be in the water and swim faster than everyone else! The journalist asked the coach of the opposing team if she thought it was fair that an Olympic gold medalist was competing in a high school meet. Without hesitation she said it was wonderful and that the girls on her team had been looking forward to swimming with Missy. She said it was the closest they would ever be to Olympic glory and they were excited about it!
I just thought that was so cool. Mind you, Missy lapped all but one of the swimmers in the pool with her and won one of her races by 20 seconds! No jealousy or feelings of anything about it being unfair though. Very classy girls!
This little story, tagged on at the end of a news program, was so inspiring to me. It’s making me think… am I doing whatever is necessary to get better at what I love? Hmmm… I think there is always room for improvement!
If you missed it on TV, the video from ABC News may be viewed here. I hope you’ll enjoy it as much as I did.