My Head is Dizzy with Spring in the Air.

So I have been away for quite sometime.  I do have a good excuse…(don’t we all).

Robin Egg??

April 4th while trying to enjoy the beautiful spring weather and nature all around me, I had an accident.  My husband and I  put up bird feeders because, although I am highly allergic to feathers and could never have a bird in my house… I love birds, well most  birds.  Cardinals, Blue Jays, Sparrows, Mourning Doves, Redheaded Woodpeckers, Red Breasted Robins…Well these are the birds I have seen feeding in my yard so far.

Ok, back to the accident… For those of you who know me personally, I am a wee bit vertically challenged.  See. the window pane frame was right in my line of sight.  I could not see the birds enjoying the buffet I  placed before them, only the feeder.  So what does a short, (vertically challenged) woman do when she can’t see something or reach something?  Well this one climbs on chairs, stands on the counter, or sometimes yells for my husband or one of the kids to come and reach this or that.

Well on the morning of April 4th, I just got a big pillow and  put it in my recliner, you know like a booster seat at restaurants. That seemed a perfectly logical thing to do.  Well while I was adjusting my self for a morning of bird watching…CRASH, the recliner got top heavy and back I went.  That shouldn’t be too bad right?  One might have even wanted to laugh…Well I moved the recliner before I sat in it so when I went back, and now remember my head is now  higher than the back of the recliner, I cracked my head on the wooden table behind me.

Oh my, did I see stars…..***  I cried, literally.  Luckily my husband was working from home that day.  He watched me for a little while and decided I needed to go to ER, I had a horrible headache.  I also hit my neck.  I kinda hit a vertical line from my ear to the tip top of my neck.  It broke the skin but did not really bleed.

So the ER gives me morphine and Phenergan for my nausea I was having as well.  So of course I felt better, way better… however when I woke the next day the Motrin they prescribed was not working at all, I was very dizzy and uncoordinated.  So my Knight in Shinning Armor, took me to my regular doctor.  He checked me over told my husband and I that I was very, very lucky this could have ended badly.  He gives me major muscle relaxers, and pain pills.

So off home we go…I am felling really good again.  So we had been planning a beach trip for the next day and I did not want the whole family to suffer because I had a bump on my head.  Well I don’t even know how I got to the beach, I don’t remember walking on to the beach, but I know I was at the beach, they showed me pictures!  I don’t remember the ride home.

The next day I get up and start helping my son cook in the kitchen.  This was my older son, the football player, strong boy.  Thank God for strong sons.  I told him I was going to go lie down because I was feeling….out like a light.  I fainted.  Well this worried him, so he called his dad and dad rushed home from church and rushed me to the ER.  More Morphine, more phenergan, and a CT to make sure I did not have a slow bleed.  Oh how scary.

Well, good news, no bleed just a concussion.  They told me I was suffering from post concussion syndrome.  I am just now today feeling like myself again.  I lost 22 days of my life to dizziness, fatigue, major headaches, and memory loss.  now that is crazy to have memory loss it is so scary to have missing parts of your day or life.

So my wonderful husband remedied the situation to avoid further injury while I bird watch.  Now I have this beautiful bird sanctuary outside my bedroom window and I could see everything from my bed while I was recovering.

So how is your Spring Going???????


It has been almost a month since I posted, and I am up to my elbows in paperwork while starting my Counseling business so I thought I would share this. My husband is the Student Ministries Director for this church, our church. Enjoy!


Since the early weeks of Churchspotting one article in particular has attracted long-term, continuous interest.  At least once a week someone arrives at the blog looking for information on relevant Church, a group visited in Churchspotting’s fourth ever article (available here).  Our last encounter with relevant was all the way back in August of 2011.  This week, more than six months later, we return to see what’s changed.

When Churchspotting first visited relevant Church, the group hadn’t yet been an independent congregation for a full month.    Its senior pastor, Matt McGarity, had only recently separated his operation from River Hills Community Church (visited here).  Mcgarity, still relatively fresh from seminary, worked at the RHCC as a youth pastor and outreach minister; relevant began as an auxiliary program to the RHCC, a deliberately ‘contemporary’ service intended to draw in worshippers turned off by more traditional religious services.

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Valentine Story, One bed or Two?





Chocolate Butter Cookies

Made with Love for My Loves

I was making chocolate butter valentine cookies for my children when I looked over and saw the most precious site.

I have written about Maggie and Wattson our Miniature Schnauzer dogs who have been married for longer than most humans have. ; ) Well today is Valentine’s Day so I thought I would share a love story.  I  took this picture of  the two of them curled up in the same doggie bed.

puppies, love, marriage

Now each of our three dogs have their own beds but sometimes Wattson will squeeze in to Maggie’s bed.It reminds me of Lucy and Ricky, on the I love Lucy show. Too cute!


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This is a short story however; it comes with a good lesson for those of us married. One of us needs to take the first step and move towards the other so that we can feel the warmth and love of the other. I hope you have enjoyed my Valentine Love story. As for my Valentine and me…He is working on our car, it died on him a couple of times on the way home and he is in the Wal-Mart Parking lot replacing a battery in his work clothes. Maybe I should cook for him. ? I did not plan anything because I thought we were going out…






Today, I CHOPPED all of my hair off, and I loved it. I have been contemplating cutting my hair since November 2011. I finally got the nerve to go through with it.

I decided that if I was going to cut my hair, I would do it with purpose.

Growing up, my mother always “made” me have long hair. She told me the Bible says “it is my crown and glory”. Now I do agree with that, however I believe that it is the hairs conditions that would bring Glory to my Lord  not the length.

pink outfit, crown and glory, mom said

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Every day I would wake up and put my hair in one of those “messy buns”. Now how could that bring Glory to my Lord? It didn’t.

So today I went to Bangz Salon in Gastonia, NC. This place was beautiful and very friendly. I absolutely loved my shoulder massage after my hair color and before my cut. The aroma therapy was nice as well.

The staff was more than happy to help me fulfill my desire to donate my hair to Locks of Love. This made me a happy camper. I have never done this before but will do it again. I had such a sense of satisfaction in helping others.

more than 10", pony tails, gifts

one man's trash is a nother mans treasure!

Well here’s the final product, I am thrilled with my hair. My family is having to get use to it , but they are behind me all the way, since it was for such a good cause.

cut, short, color, locks of love

I love my new Hair and all for a good cause

An Unexpected Joy at Work…

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Simple JOY

According to the definition of JOYis:

the emotion of great delight or happiness caused by something exceptionally good or satisfying; keen pleasure; elation.

I love what I do for a living! I love being a therapist, counseling and helping people with very personal and deep issues in their life. Now although I love what I do… it is still my job and some days I go to work and it is just that, my job. It is on those humdrum days that I need a pick me up, or maybe I have to look for the blessings in my career path. Those kinds of days are rare for me however, they do happen.
I was feeling one of those days not too long ago but thankfully, I did not have to look very far for my pick me up. 🙂

Counseling (The Office)

Get it? The Office...

It is not every day (well, for me anyway) to go in to the office and see a crate. Now in my world when there is a crate there must be a dog nearby… I never dreamed that a crate could be used for a cat. However, a cat lover in the office informed me that she uses a crate to take her cat places.

My heart dropped.

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See I am a very much a dog person, I have three of them. I have never been a cat lover, I think this is directly related the fact that if I am even in a small room and another person has cat hair on their clothes I go in to a horrible allergic reaction. Eyes swell, nose itches, and throat itches and tightens up. The works! This happens to a couple of my sisters and my mom and Gran were both allergic too.

So I keep looking at this small crate and I am hoping it is a small dog or puppy and not a cat! What did my friend pull from the crate?
I saw the cutest little black ball of fur, a PUPPY! He was about 12 inches long and his legs were about 2 inches long. I think he might have weighed a pound. His hair was curly and he had a cowlick on the tiptop of his head. He was the cutest!!! When he wagged his tail, his whole butt went side to side. I love that, it’s like the tail is wagging the dog. His tiny, little face was so black I could hardly see his eyes.

Of course, I ask, “what kind of puppy is it? I needed to know, just in case I needed 😉 one of those kind of puppies.

His momma told me that her puppy is a hybrid of a shitzu and poodle also lovingly referred to as a ShitPoo. Oh my, I don’t think I can own a dog with that name. he he. However, as I write this post, I had to look it up online. I just didn’t think that was a very nice name for such a cute puppy.  I found out that its proper name is Shihpoo. That is not what his “moma said”. I think it might have more fun to say it the other way.

sweetness, puppy, puppy love, gifts
This puppy was a source of JOY for me that day. He was the cutest when he ran across the floor, or tried to bite my foot. The whole place was full of JOY and nurturing love with that little bundle of fluffy, unconditional acceptance in the building. Both the clients and the staff were experiencing the JOY that a dog can bring to one’s life.
Now go give your dog a treat and show him some love. When was the last time you had an unexpected JOY at work? Please share your comments they really mean a lot to me and I really would like to hear back from you!

Polotics, Family, Helping,what are your thoughts?

As I was surfing around the web this weekend, I ended up reading about the Republican presidential candidate Rick Santorum.
Now do not worry, this is not my attempt at a political discussion, as I hate them with all my heart, mind and soul. 😉  Poor hubby, he so loves to talk about politics.

, U.S. Senator from Pennsylvania.

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The story I read was about how he had taken some time off to be with his wife and three-year-old daughter.  His daughter Isabella was hospitalized with double pneumonia on Saturday.
How scary!    My guess is that this is not their first experience with medical emergencies.  Little Isabella was born with a chromosomal abnormality called Trisomy 18 and along with that diagnosis is a life of medical issues.
My prayers went out for this family as I read about their weekend.
I know firsthand what it feels like to hand your small child over to doctors and just pray that they know what they are doing!  Praying that the doctors can just “fix” your baby so that life can get back to normal.
What happens when the doctors cannot “fix” the problem?
My little Boogie Bear (the name I call my youngest child) was born with a grade 4 bleed on his brain.  He spent 3 weeks in the NICU and went home.  We were told that he would NEVER walk or talk.  So when he walked at 18 months old and was already babbling we knew we dodged a HUGE bullet.

cuttie, 2 year old,

too cute

However, when he was just 2 years old our lives changed drastically.  Boogie Bear had a seizure that lasted 3 hours and 45 minutes.  I am not exaggerating; he was taken by Care Flight helicopter to the nearest children’s hospital an hour from our home.  By the time my husband and I got to the hospital, Boogie Bear was on Life support.
As a mom, I was looking for reasons, what caused this?  The last thing on my mind was that fact that he had brain damage from the bleed at birth.  By this age he was talking, playing on the playground, running, he had met all the milestones that “they” told us he would never do.  So he was not a special needs child, he was “normal”. Right?
Well that day in May, proved that Boogie Bear had a long fight in front of him, and for his family for that matter.
That was not the last time that Boogie Bear would go into status epilepticus!  It turned out to be a monthly occurrence for the next 6 years.  Care Flight helicopters, ambulances, neurologist, emergency rooms, and a couple of more times on life support became his and our “normal”.  Boogie Bear’s longest seizure was 4 hours and 20 minutes.
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helicopter that helped boogie bear the very first time

So what caused this?  We were told that it was due to the brain damage cause by the brain bleed he had at birth.  What, I just thought the doctors were crazy. He has been fine for 2 years.  Why now?    The doctors shared that the brain has a large growth spurt at two-year old and that the scar tissue from the brain damage caused by the bleed is what most likely triggered the events on that sad day in May.
So now we have a child with special needs, our lives and the life of Boogie Bear was and is far from “normal”.  Since that day in may boogie bear has been diagnosed with… Cerebral Palsy, Global Developmental Delay, Peri-ventricular Leukomalacia, irretractibal epilepsy with frequent status epilepticus, and a few more diagnosis that I will share at a different time.

So, that is why I stopped and prayed for the Santorum family.  I know many people prayed for us and I try to return the favor for other families who live with a special needs family member.  It can sometimes be a lonely place.
Let me challenge you…Pray for or encourage, or find ways that can help a family with special needs.  You will never know (unless you are one) how tiresome and emotional it is to be “on guard” for the medical needs of a special needs child 24/7.
If you are a “special needs family”, share here some simple, practical examples that would be helpful or encouraging to your family or your child.  Happy sharing, please only share in a helpful manner, this is not a forum for complaining or pointing out what people do wrong, thanks.

Children,Family Members, Best Friends, I think yes to all Three!

dogs, family, friends, love them

so are they cute or what?  i love them like family.

jaxon the big black one is a rescue dog.  he was abandoned by his owner’s. 😦  his family just moved away and did not take him with them.  he was left in the backyard to fend for himself.  who does that kind of thing?   oh well, their loss is our gain!  he is such bright dog!  he came house broken, he can eat off of a fork, don’t ask. 😉  he makes me laugh and smile because when he wants something, he does this moaning, singing noise to get my attention.  when he needs out, we ask him if he needs out and he will bark three times,  you know (((bark))) O, (((bark))) U, (((bark))) T.  well in my mind he is spelling.  any way… that is a little about jaxon.  oh one more thing, we gave to our youngest son for christmas last year (2010).

next in the picture is wattson.  he is a white miniature schnauzer.  he is our oldest dog and boy can we tell he is getting older.  he is crabby, gets startled easily, and can’t be bothered anymore.  oh, let me address the misspelling of his name.  when we got wattson he was about 5 weeks old and bright WHITE!  so my husband wanted to call him WATTson, in reference to the wattage of a light bulb.   another don’t ask…the more you read about my world the more insight you will get about my husband…:)

back to wattson, he loves to play soccer!  he is good too.  he dribbles the ball with his nose while running towards me and then when i try to get it from him he moves to the right or left and goes around me.  hehe,  he is better than i am with ball control.  wattson is somewhat of a romantic… he has been married to maggie the little dog next to him for 6 long years.  however, he loves to show his love to me too!  take a look…

love,romance,dog,schnauzer, man's best friendwattson will often come to me and just sit his paw on my foot.  he just sits it there like we are holding hands.  so sweet.

so last but not least is maggie!  maggie is a salt and pepper miniature schnauzer.   she is so sweet, everyone who has met her just falls in love.  she is quiet and sleeps about 18 hours a day in her little bed.  i think she is so worn out from being a mother of 20.

wattson and maggie have had 4 litters of puppies with 5 puppies in each litter.  maggie did not loose even one puppy, she was such  great mom.  after her last litter we took her to the vet…so now no more puppies.  here is a picture of her last litter.  soooo cute!

puppies,miniature schnauzers, too cute,look at those hears!!!  that puppy’s ears are still just like that…my therapy yesterday was playing with my doggies!  they bring such joy to my life.  when i am sick, lonely or sad maggie will come a lay with me to comfort me.  my plan is to have her certified as a therapy dog and let her hang around my office to bring comfort to my clients.

so this is my 6 article, give me some feedback, or just leave a comment so that I know you are out there and i am not just writing to the air.  thanks for stopping by.