Ten Things I Love and Hate

My friend, Frederick, with the blog, FredtotheRick, nominated me for the Ten Things I Love and Hate. The rules are simple.

1. Write out ten things I love

2. Write out ten things I hate

3. Nominate ten people (and notify them).

4. Have fun with it.


1. I love hummingbirds! LOL (Are you surprised?)

2. I love most animals, however reptiles are another matter….

3. I love people that take care of their animals.

4. I love my on-line friends.

5. I love artsy type stuff.

6. I love beautiful spring days.

7. I love my little Bria puppy

8. I love my family.

9. I love flowers – especially when in my yard.

10. I love a hot cup of coffee with cream in the morning.

11. I love cocoa and toast. LOL (Couldn’t leave this one off!)


1. I hate to see dogs chained up.

2. I hate it when people don’t take care of their animals.

3. I hate seeing people treat others badly and/or their animals badly.

4. I hate politicians that win on the promises they make and then don’t keep them.

5. I hate it when people treat me badly.

6. I hate dirty restrooms (I won’t use them).

7. I hate people who lie, steal, vandalize or commit sex offenses.

8. I hate that my beloved cat was stolen from me.

9. I hate it when I can’t remember something I need to remember.

10. I hate it when I stick my foot in my mouth.

Because so many have already participated in this challenge, I have decided to open my nominations to those who have not yet been nominated. Write out Ten Things you Love and Ten Things you Hate and follow the 4 rules above.

So, if you are reading this, consider yourself nominated and notified. It is a great challenge and I hope you will accept this nomination and participate and. . . HAVE FUN!



Eulogy for Princeton

When I think of my sweet boy, Princeton, I feel a great big hole that is filled with great sadness. I try not to think of his last moments, lying on the vetenarians table. The vetenarian kindly asked me, “Would you like some more time?” I wanted so much to ask, “Yes please, thirteen more years. Please let us have thirteen more years.” I fought the tears because I didn't want Princeton to see me cry during his final moments. But I couldn't keep from sniffling. I put my arms around him and layed my head next to his. I didn't want to let him go. He was my best friend. He never stabbed me in the back. judged me, or hurt me. He always listened to me and seemed to understand every word. His love was pure and innocent. All he wanted was to be with me. To be near me. He hated for me to leave him, even for just a few minutes. He would wait, right at the gate for me to come home. He always knew I would come home to him and his joy for that moment was always exhilarating.

He was a diamond that I found at a local animal shelter. He was fully grown when I adopted him and had been an awesome pet ever since. Never once did I regret adopting him. How could anyone just throw him away?

As the medicine went into his veins, he cried out. Was he in pain or was he feeling my pain? The vet could end his suffering but he couldn't end mine.

I don't want to remember him lying on the vet's table lifeless. I wanted him to still be with me. I want him to be nudging me for more petting or for “just one more” treat. I wanted him to still be my side as I went through my house cleaning, having to ask him to move so I could sweep, mop or vacumn. I wanted him riding in my car with his head out the window while his ears blew in the breeze. I wanted his presence, his sweet being.

I thought of the times I would shoot him with my finger and he would fall to the ground and stick all four legs up in the air. He wasn't just dead, he was “stiff” dead. I laugh when I think about that. He loved doing that trick because he knew it always made me laugh.

He had decided it was time, not me. When he walked up my steps for the last time, he knew that he wanted it to be just that, his last time. He was old. He was blind. He was hard of hearing. His bones hurt from arthritus. He was tired and he was ready. His breathing was hard and sporatic. He tried to be strong but his old body wouldn't let him. His back legs quit working, probably from a stroke.

I found him in the middle of my yard, standing regal and beautiful sniffing the wind. I thought maybe he was in a daze, but now I believe he was listening to a voice that was only his to hear.

His heart stopped and my tears could finally be released as they dribbled down onto his beautiful black and white coat. I told him, “I'll see you soon Buddy.” He was gone, but I know he heard me. His assignment now was to go over the beautiful Rainbow Bridge and wait for me. He will be sitting right at the gate watching for me, wagging his tail in joyful anticipation.

I know, without a doubt, that when it is my time to go, he will be right there waiting, as always, to walk me home.

How Long Does Love Last?

I am divorced, so if I were to answer this question, I would automatically say, “Not very long.” But that really isn't true. My ex put me through hell and back, but I still have feelings for him. I must, I still dream about him. I rarely ever dream about men, but when I do, it is usually about him, and we have been divorced awhile.

A very wise man, and friend, told me once, “there is a fine line between love and hate.” At that time (right after my divorce) I could not comprehend that. After all, I HATED HIM! After what he put me through, I truly felt like I hated him. Yet, as time went by and all my bruises (not literally) and my “broken into a billion pieces” heart healed, I realized there truly is a fine line between love and hate. I do still love him. Not in the same way as I did when we were married, but it still is love. It is just a different type of love, but love, nonetheless.

After my divorce, I had to literally question the biblical definition of love. After all, HOW CAN ANY HUMAN BEING LOVE LIKE THAT? (I certainly didn't). I was much too young and immature. I didn't even know the difference between love and lust.

Love never ends, it simply “changes”. Yes, I know some of you are going rebuke this, but I think that years from now, you will agree with me.

New King James Version: 1 Corinthians 13

4 Love suffers long and is kind; love does not envy; love does not parade itself, is not puffed up, 5 does not behave rudely, does not seek its own, is not provoked, thinks no evil; 6 does not rejoice in inquity, but rejoices in the truth; 7 bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things.

8 Love never fails. But whether there are prophecies, they will fail; whether there are tongues, they will cease; whether there is knowledge, it will vanish away. 9 For we know in part and we prophesy in part. 10 But when that which is perfect has come, then that which is in part will be done away.

In other words, love is stronger than concrete. Love never fails. Concrete is pretty strong, but after years of wear, it will fail.


Perfect love is like a diamond. Consider what a piece of coal has to go through in order to become a diamond. Therefore, according to scriptures, perfect love must be like a diamond.

I cannot say that I have “perfect” love for my ex-husband because I don't. But at least I don't hate him anymore.

When you think you hate someone, remember, “There is a very fine line between love and hate.”

Right now, we are all nothing but lumps of coal, but someday, we will all be beautiful diamonds.


Valentine’s Day

“Love is a verb. Without action, it is just a word.”

Valentine's Day has always been one of my favorite holidays. It's all about love. Yes, it is usually about romantic love, but it is still about love, nonetheless. It is about telling people you care about them and that you love them.

Why do we only have one day a year dedicated to this? Personally, I think it is because it is a reminder to us that we should be doing this every day of the year.

If we were to show and tell our loved ones how much we love and appreciate them every day of the year, how much happier would our lives be? How much happier would their lives would be?

We live most of our lives being “too busy.” Too busy to tell our loved ones how much they mean to us. Too busy to call our parents. Too busy to call our loved ones and tell them we love and miss them.

Many lost opportunities. Opportunities to share our love and feelings with someone else, loved ones who are dear to us. Who will some day no longer be on this earth.

My son calls me about once a year. When I text him, he always texts back (several days later) and tells me he's too busy.

Yes, it makes me sad. But it makes me sad because he has lost so many opportunities. He will only realize these lost opportunties when I have left this earth and there are no opportunities. Maybe it won't bother him. Only he will know.

Are you too busy? Are you so wrapped up in your life and your world to be too busy for your loved ones? Do you only tell them you love them one day a year? Valentine's Day?


Learning a Lesson at Walmart

After being snow bound for three days in my home from the heavy snow and ice that hit our area, I needed to get out of the house. I really needed to get out of the house. I thought if I didn't, I was going to start climbing the walls. Since I needed to replenish a few groceries, I decided to take a walk to the nearby Walmart.

The weather had turned beautiful. The sun was shining and the snow that was left was glistening from the sun dancing on top of the white fluffy flakes. I enjoyed the beauty for the short time it will stay. “Snow is beautiful”, I thought, “but it sure makes a mess when it melts.” Just as I thought that, a newer green car passed me splasing some of the mess from the puddles onto my clothes. “Serves me right,” I thought, “I should have just said “snow is beautiful and leave it at that.”

The walk was short because Walmart is only three blocks from me. I took my list out of my pocket and scanned over it again. “Milk, bananas and avocados.”

The parking lot was full of cars. “Oh no, this is going to be awful. There is so many people in Walmart right now,” I said aloud to myself.

As soon as I entered the door carts full of groceries with half crazy people came rushing at me. “They're using the ENTER door as an EXIT door,” I thought. I was slightly annoyed about it because they almost hit me. As I moved farther into Walmart I realized that it was packed with people and I was horrified because I don't have much patience.

I moved over to the produce and just as I was putting a bunch of bananas into my basket, I saw an elderly woman barely able to walk, pushing a grocery cart. Along side of her was an elderly man that appeared to be in slightly better shape. I heard him say,

“Darlin, should we get some bananas?” He said sweetly to the elderly woman.

“Yes honey, pick us up a nice big bunch of bananas and make sure they aren't too ripe.”

I moved over to the section where the avocados were and put five into a plastic sack and tied the top of it.

The elderly man and woman moved slowly down the produce isle. “Honey, we need some potatoes.” The elderly man picked up a small bag of potatoes and set them in their basket.

Then it struck me, the love and respect they showed one another and how well they worked together. As she was shuffling down the isle, he had his left hand on her shoulder, as if comforting and guiding her through their grocery shopping. Then I heard her say,

“Get us a bag of carrots and a bag of celery.”

Then I watched as he quickly moved over to the celery and carrots and picked up a bag of each and went back to the elderly woman and placed them in their basket.

I moved away from them quickly to get to the section where the milk was. I grabbed a gallon of 1% milk and placed it in my basket. As soon as I set it down, it occurred to me I needed some canned tomatoes to make chili. I briskly walked to canned goods isle and ran into the elderly man and woman. (Actually, I didn't run into them, they were on that isle).

“Honey, get us two cans each, corn, green beans, and spinich.” The look in her eyes told me she was exhausted and in pain. The elderly man picked up the items two by two and placed them in their basket.

He turned to me and asked, “Would you mind going and getting us a loaf of whole wheat bread?” I said, “Certainly.” He further told me, “My wife has cancer and she wanted to get out of the house so badly and asked if she could come to the store with me, but I'm afraid she has already done more than she should.”

I quickly went to the bread isle and picked up a loaf of whole wheat bread. I placed it in their basket. They both thanked me and left toward the cashiers.

The lines were long at all the cashiers. I noticed the elderly couple in line with several customers in front of them. Directly in front of them was a child sitting in the child's seat of the basket. I overheard the child say,

“You are old.”

The elderly woman and man just smiled. Then the elderly woman said, “Sweetie, it took me a long time to get this way and I am proud of it.”

The child's mother turned around with a look of exasperation on her face, “I am so very sorry. Please forgive my child.”

The old man wrapped his arms around his wife and smiled, “It's quite okay. Don't worry about it.” Both of them looked at one another with such love and tendernesss, I felt tears coming to my eyes.

I walked home from Walmart that day realizing that this was one time that I didn't get upset about Walmart being so crowded. Then I realized, today, I was thinking about someone other than myself.

Daily Prompt: Group Think


Sweet Loyal Faithful Princeton

Last week I wrote a post about my dog Princeton. I took him to the vet to have dental work done and his blood test came back that he had a damaged liver and damaged kidneys. The dental surgery would be risky because of the anethesia. Because he also had an infection showing in his blood work, I asked the vet to go ahead with the surgery. I felt that if he survived the surgery then he would then be doing much better having had his bad teeth (possibly infected teeth) taken out.

There is good news and bad news. Is doing somewhat better with the bad teeth taken out. But the bad news is, he is starting to get very confused. That is breaking my heart.

He has a follow up appointment this afternoon with the vet. I'm not sure what he is going to tell me. In other words, I'm not sure how much longer I will have my sweet Princeton.

Those of us who have pets know they are part of our family. My pets are my “fur children”. When they get old and their quality of life becomes greatly decreased, we must make tough decisions.

Several of my family members allowed their pets to suffer extensively before having them put down. I kept telling my mom her dog was really suffering and she refused to believe me because she didn't appear to be suffering to her. It was so sad and difficult for me to watch. Animals don't show their suffering in the way we humans do. For us to watch for signs of “human suffering” in our pets to determine whether they are suffering or not, is mindless and cruel. And I refuse to do that with my pets.

My sweet Princeton was an adult dog when I found him at the animal shelter eleven years ago. He was extremely emaciated, sick with a respiratory infection, and had to be left at the veternarians overnight with an IV drip. After that, he blossomed into one of the best dogs I have ever had.

Princeton is my “velcro” dog. He wants to be “attached” to me wherever I am (lying next to me where he is touching me or right by my side wherever I go). And, he mourns when I am not with him.

He loves loves loves treats and food, and in that order. He loves going with me when I drive somewhere so he can stick his head out of the window. His ears are flying in the wind and I am sure the scene is very comical to other drivers.

Hopefully, this is not me writing his eulogy. Something tells me that is very likely. If that is true, then it is better for me to write it now rather than later. Otherwise, I would not be able to do so.



Passion: My First Crush

I remember my first big crush. I thought I was so in love with him, but he hardly ever even gave me a second look. He had graduated from high school and I was just beginning high school. I met him through mutual friends. He worked at a major shoe store chain and I would drag my friends with me to go see him at his store. (I am pretty sure now that I came across as a young annoying high school girl chasing him, which was true).

My school notebooks were filled with his name; John. I wrote John all over the front of my school binders. I wanted so much for him to pay attention to me and fall madly in love with me. John, John, John. I dreamed about John. I become completely consumed with John.

I hoped, I wished, I prayed, I made my presence known. I hung out at the store where he worked as much as possible.

Finally! He asked me out for a date. I was on cloud nine. It was my dream come true! I could hardly wait! I climbed into his truck not knowing where we were going for our “date.” To my dismay, he took me to high school kegger (kegs of beer) at “the river”. This “keg party” was full of kids all of whom were inebriated. I don't drink, so I was fully sober. There were only two dirt roads going into the camp from the highway.

Suddenly, with no warning, four police cars came roaring into the kegger camp with their siren and lights exploding; two police cars coming in from each of the two roads. All the kids were blocked in and unable to drive away (which was a good thing). Kids were running in all directions trying to get away. I found a large bush and climbed into the middle of it and stayed perfectly still and quiet. I heard kids screaming. I heard kids being put into the police cars. I heard a lot of confusion happening.

Finally, the area became very quiet. The police were long gone with the ones that had been caught. They were on their way to the police station. There, the police would call their parents to come get them. Only a few were left behind, and I was one of those few. I crawled out of my hiding place and finally found John.

Sadly, this was my “dream” date with my “dream boy” John.

He never asked me out again.

But I was okay with that.

After all, John was fickle.

Do you remember your first crush? Or your first love? If so, please share!


The Little Boy Molested

During a time I was having a lot of health issues, my physician confided in me, that he had been molested as a little boy. Prior to his confession, I had told him that my psychiatrists had told me that I must have been sexually abused as a child, but I don't remember ever being sexually molested.

This physician had been my doctor for over 13 years so I felt particularly close to him (as far as physicians go). And when he told me about his molestation as a child, I truly felt compassion for him as a little boy.

At that time I was going to a particular church which I had not been attending for very long, but after my doctor told me this, for some reason, I took that little boy into my heart and felt the emotional pain for him.

At church that next Sunday, I was still feeling this emotional pain and I was silently crying.

When the pastor asked that anyone in the congregation who needed prayer to come to the front of the church and kneel, I answered that call. My friend and I both went to the front of the church and we knelt down for the pastor to pray for us. My friend was first in the line, I was next and there were about 10 others after me.

The pastor stopped at my friend and prayed for her. Next, when it was to be my turn, he passed me by and went to the person to my left and prayed for him, and continued praying for all the people kneeling for prayer. However, for some reason, of which I do not know, he had chosen to not pray for me.

Did I believe that he felt that The Lord did not want him to pray for me? Absolutely not! I was asking for prayer for a little boy that had been sexually molested many many years before, and not for me.

I will never ever believe that Jesus Christ did not want him to pray over me, or more specifically, for this little boy.

My friend got upset but I asked her not to, because I did not want to cause a commotion.

This incident did not turn me against God or against Jesus Christ. It made me realize that this pastor was not connected to love and grace of Jesus Christ and that his prayers were nothing but show.

Of course, I left the church. Oddly though, many others left too and their reason to leave, I do not know. What I do know, is he was left with a very small congregation.

I personally prayed for this little boy, and the pain he must have felt (that I felt) was released from me.

Because some “godly” people work sometimes in “ungodly ways” does not mean that it is God's way.

Our Heavenly Father is loving, compassionate, and cares for us more than we will ever know while living on this earth. So please, do not let incidences such as this turn you against God. He will give you peace beyond your understanding, all you have to do is ask.

God works in mysterious ways. His ways are not our ways, and often are in ways in which we never expect. Leave yourself open to His Love and His Grace. And, may God bless you!