We are in the home stretch for Cigna’s approval for Nikki’s Cochlear Implant. Please pass post to everyone you know and if you didn’t sign first time please do. President Obama made a promise, all petitions with over 100K signatures would get attention. She received almost 170K first time around. Let’s get Cigna’s attention. We can deal with Obama later. Warrior
Author: Looking for the Light
Looking for the Light is a Health and Lifestyle Blog covering topics such as Photography, Cooking, DIY Projects, Fitness, Men's and Women's Health, Lyme Disease, Mental Health, and having fun along the way.
Please stop by, pull up a chair, and read through my archives.
Melinda
5 year old shots and kills another 5 year old with family gun **Ignorance is no different than parent shooting the child**
Why aren’t parents with guns using gun locks, keeping guns in a safe, childproofing, and not going to jail when their child shoots and kills someone? I believe everyone has the right to own a gun and use it for self-defense. What I can’t get my head around, is why are children/teens gaining access to guns. There are headlines weekly about children/teens gaining access to parents’ guns. This is fixable and impacts all children/teens. Why does another child have to die for the ignorant behavior of a parent? The article is from a British Newspaper, Pierce Morgan tweeted the article to his followers with less than kind words about America. It’s sad, I had to agree with him. The killing of a child with your gun is no different from you pulling the trigger. Parents need a life sentence for killing the child.
Melinda
Humbled With Nomination For Very Inspiring Blogger Award*Celebrate Dance to the Music*
Alygeorges surprised me with a nomination for the Very Inspiring Blogger Award. I’m honored she finds my blog worthy of the respected award. Alygeorges has a very uplifting site focused on Christian scripture. With a focus on how to apply the scripture to our lives. I can always find a great reminder of what God gives us in her post. She shares without preaching. She’s a long time friend/follower to lookingforthelight.me I will answer the questions and complete nominees at another time.Due to my health, I’m not able to list the worthy blogs to nominate for the award.There are many great blogs,what a problem to have. I have a big smile on my face.
The Very Inspiring Blogger Award
Seven Things about myself:
I can’t have to many watches, this is a twenty year passion. I only have two expensive watches, one being my first splurge a Tag Hauer.
I think I’m a tech guru, on the MAC that is so from the truth.
I won’t drink milk out of date.
Before Lyme, I was a fanatic about a clean desk.
I usually have four or five books I’m reading at same time.
I listen the same three artist every night, James Blount, John Mayer and Josh Groban.
I love Black & White photography.
I’ll have to come back and finish up the requirements and nominations. Be patient with me, it may take a long time. Thank you Alygeorges for wonderful surprise.
Warrior
Throw Back Thursday*Rock Out With Bad Company And Golden Earring* Dedicated To My Sister AoA For Her Help Last Week.
Lyme Journal Update: Entry Two
I have learned several lessons since the last journal entry. A word of caution. For those who enjoy the outdoors anywhere in the US, Canada, Germany and parts of England, please educate yourself on Lyme Disease. If detected early doctors can usually treat with a short round of antibiotics. It is hard to think a tick the size of a period used in a sentence could do so much damage. I can’t imagine looking for a tick that size or a larger one the size of rice. The classic symptom doctors look for is called a Bulls Eye Rash. Up to 50% don’t get the rash, slipping thru during the early phase. The CDC acknowledges there are flaws with in Lyme Test. DEET and proper clothing are your only defenses against ticks. Other critters like mosquitos and fly’s carry the Lyme Virus. Protect yourself by using a spray or a sunscreen containing DEET. Read about extra precautions you can take. Here are resources recommended by my doctor, lymenet.org, lyme.org, lymediseaseassociation.org (Great site for locating a Lyme Literate doctor)
* The doctor was right, when giving yourself a shot you have to go with gusto. I made the mistake of going slow, I had a little blood, a slight pain at the entry spot and medication stained my shirt. You don’t have to stab yourself hard, pick your spot with enough stomach fat and when you aim keep going.
* Managing the number of probiotics, pills requiring an empty stomach, pills with food, working in my normal meds can cause a challenge. The key reason for the probiotics is to prepare your “gut” for the antibiotics. I’ve been told long-term use of high levels of antibiotics will take your stomach for a ride. I hate to throw up, it’s high on my list of things I dislike. I watched justinandchristavanderham.ca It took almost two years for Christa’s diagnosis, their entire ordeal took five years. Justin filmed the journey, it’s very powerful. It’s motivating to anyone battling Lyme. The video is an awesome education, if think you have or want to educate yourself. Christa threw up for nine solid days, more than once. That means my husband of 13 years will have to hold the bucket and see me throw up. I don’t look forward to that. I’m not including the jello thru the nose incident as throwing up.
* Enjoy the good days remembering overexertion and lack of sleep can make the symptoms worse. I was fooled last week, staying up till 1:00 or 2:00, one night 4:40 AM. The past three days are a reminder, the lack of sleep catches up. If you wake up late it throws your med schedule off the next day if you sleep in. I’m the queen of sleeping in, there is no discipline to force myself to set an alarm to get out of my comfy bed to take meds.
* You could have several doctors on your support team. I can’t drive while drugged and jerking, my husband has to take the day off to shuttle me to appointments. I’ve had appointments one day every week for the past month.
* When you’re enjoying the good days, you don’t think about what day the symptoms will return. Upon return this time my symptoms are like an early Parkinson’s’. I’m herky jerky making typing difficult. I have to realize at this point the diseases is in the front seat driving me. I have little control.
* As the virus invades my brain the neurological symptoms increase, last night I experienced 15-20 seizures before they let up. My memory is getting foggy. I picked a song for Throwback Thursday over the weekend. It’s Wednesday morning and I still can’t remember name of band. I see the signer on stage, some of the lyrics to songs yet the band name escapes me. It is hard to accept the disease is invading your body. I try to keep positive, looking at this as a growing experience. When you read my post or comments and I use the wrong word or make no sense at all please remember it’s the virus in me speaking.
* My doctor handed me a brochure for a Healing Center with a new state of the art HYPERARIC THERAPY. Maybe Michael Jackson can sleep in one, not me. The therapy is 1 1/2 hours long, laying in this weird chamber receiving 100% oxygen. I am claustrophobic, not to worst degree however put my in one of those and someone will not see the better side of me.
This morning 8/6/14 is the first time I cried, just lost it. I was reading the beautiful feedback from long-term friends/followers. I mentioned to my CTC Brother Willy last week, my fear of not being able to blog. I can’t express in words how much it means to be accepted for who I am. I’ve shared many of the worst experiences leaving myself raw and vulnerable. My heart overflows reading the comments expressing prayers and support.
Warrior
Cellphoneography: Working On Peace
Japan plans for celebration at Peace Statue, the celebration scheduled for 8/9/14. There are many messages in the festivities including, educate those who are to young to remember the Atomic Bomb dropping 8/9/1945 at 11:02. The celebration is to send a message of World Peace. I think World peace is desperately needed more now than any other time in history.
Documenting Long Complex Journey With Lyme Disease Journal Entry One
I was reminded today that I had Lyme and thought I would share with you the first post I wrote in 2014.
It’s been a long time since this first Lyme blog, I found it interesting and naive. I hope you enjoy reading. Maybe you’re at the beginning of your Lyme journey. I’m always here for you. M
Scheduling probiotics, medicine, and supplements is a challenge. With probiotics, you have to wait before eating or taking meds, then juggle what goes on an empty stomach with food. Can’t forget the shot to the stomach three days a week. Adjusting the new meds has not been fun, I’ve been stoned out of my mind the bulk of the day, then a massive headache moves in, then time to get stoned again before bed with the headache.
My gripe is it’s not being stoned, it’s brain fog with the floor moving under your feet. David has to take me to appointments since I can’t drive. I’m a sight to see, a woman, stoned out of her mind trying to maneuver a cane while walking.
I had my first appointment with a new Cardiologist yesterday, he has Lyme Disease experience with a specialty in blood flow. He is one of three doctors who will manage my Lyme journey. The RN performed an EKG, then his Assistant reviewed my medical history, asking what seemed like 1000 questions.
The doctor is next, we talk about how Lyme can affect blood flow in the heart and the entire body. The general exam with discussion on the test he has ordered. I left wearing a Holter Monitor which comes off at 2:45 PM today. I push a button on a small device, and put it up to my chest anytime I feel dizzy, have cardiac pain, trouble breathing, etc, etc.
I leave with the schedule of tests for next week which takes 3 1/2 hours when to pick up medicine for tests and the great news is to show up fasting. A couple of tests I’ve done it multiple times due to my heart condition. The Tilt Test is what it sounds like, the table moves to a head-down position for 30 minutes. The test is more frightening than giving me a shot. They may see a panic attack instead, that’s a lot of time without control and no way to escape.
Echo Cardiogram
Q Sweat Test-Study of Sudomotor response assisting in the diagnosis of small fiber neuropathy
Tilt Table with Trans Cranial Doppler monitors mean blood flow velocity
Tilt Table with ANSAR-Determines how well Autonomic Nervous System is functioning
Tilt Table with BIOZ-Determines the heart’s ability to deliver blood to the body
Tilt Table with QST-Assesses sensory neuropathy
Metabolic Stress Test
Lipid Profile
I have blood work from last week to complete, 20 plus vials get me as excited until she says the stool sample requires freezing! I’m now 1 hour 45 minutes before the monitor comes off. The time for a shot and hand full of pills. Are we having fun yet?
My heart and soul go out to those struggling with Lyme, it’s a long complicated journey. I know you’re strong enough to fight the virus in your body, though it may not feel like it today. I look to the survivors before me for support during my journey. Let’s all pray for each other, that’s what support is about.
Throw Back Thursday: Warrior Is Taking You On The Way Back Machine, Music selection By Army Of Angels
Last week I was diagnosed with Lyme Disease adjusting to the new meds is kicking my but. Not to worry, my trusted blogging sister Army of Angels jumped in to make this weeks selection. Big hugs for your help AoA. There would not be Throw Back Thursday this week without her help. I can’t wait to see what she picked. Sit back, take a little break to enjoy some tunes. Warrior
Have You Ever Given Yourself A Shot? I Gave Myself The First Of Many Today
This hurdle has been on my mind for days. I’m not afraid of needles, it’s the thought of drawing the med out of bottle then injecting into my stomach. I cleared the hurdle with room to spare. I was diagnosed with Lyme Disease last week, it’s been a whirlwind of new meds, supplements and schedules. I will post more after I adjust to the meds, right now I’m so out of it. I also plan to document the long journey. If one person avoids this crippling disease, every post and struggle is worth it. For all of you who pray, please pray for me. I’m in extreme pain and the journey is long. Thank you.
Warrior
Memories of Childhood Abuse Flood To The Surface Discussing Domestic Violence
Two of my blogging sister’s are going through a very rough time with their ex’s. Memories flood in of my childhood as a pawn for my mother. I thought I had a good understanding of Domestic Violence, I was wrong. My stepfather beat my mother almost daily, constant verbal abuse which would cause her emotional abuse. What really hit home is how the abuse of a parent trickles down to the kids. I thought the memories of my mother were in the past. I never looked at myself as living in a house with Domestic Violence. I’m blinded with hatred towards my mother for abusing me. These emotions come to the surface yet there is no sympathy for her. The realization my friends are going through the same difficulties is blinding. I was the pawn, not the mother watching her children in agony with no recourse. I have felt anger and cried so many tears for my friends. I see their pain and remember what it was like for me as a child. I’ve gone from crying to full caregiver mode, wanting to help. I’m so emotionally involved wanting to help anyway possible. As you can see from a conversation with one of my friends, I’ve gone overboard. Looking at what they are facing with the ex, I saw for the first time I was a pawn in my mother’s game. I lived in a home with Domestic Violence. Another form of abuse inflicted on me by my mother. The blessing is I am capable of feeling deep emotions for my friends. I don’t feel pain for me, all of my thoughts are for them and their kids. I’ve either resolved the abuse at the hands of my mother or can no longer look at the pain. Only God knows. I’ve known people with an abusive past , they were cold, hardened, unable to feel any emotion. I am so happy that is not me. I am not just a survivor I’m thriving. I would love to hear your thought’s.
ME:
Keep an open dialog going with the kids, keep a journal of the changes they show with dates. I know this is eating at you and rightly so. He has already crossed the line of what’s appropriate. Why would XXXX want to sleep in her clothes suddenly? It does raise flags.Will he take another step. I pray not. Try to set specific rules on calling times while their gone and the consequences if they do not call, answer your call or text. You could even outline a small agenda for the kids, that way you don’t have to listen or be yelled at by the dad. Did you find out why XXXX didn’t want his grandmother to know he lied? They are young and under a lot of stress, it’s never to early to teach kids their actions have consequences. We had rules on how to act from the time we were small kids. One idea is after they get back and chill, take each kid to do something fun. Ice cream in the park then relax feeding ducks, you know how to ask questions without asking questions. Do this with both kids and see what comes out of their mouth when off guard down. If the dad has polluted their mind, using as pawns, think about your parents or one parent do the same, see what happens. The dad is a selfish monster. I have no doubt you will have to take him back to court someday. Think about a child counselor for each at a later date. If you can find a decent ass lawyer, having statements from a Therapist will throw his game off. I believe the only way he will stop abusing you and the kids is for him to see you’ve grown some balls. Stay ahead of him and strike like a python. You might look at what books are available that captures his personality disorder, custody, what to look for and possible suggestions on what or how to approach it. Maybe hide some notes with nice sayings in their clothes, little reminders that you love them. Maybe a small trinket that could keep them busy, making sure kids bring it home to show you what they’ve learned. That may discourage dad from keeping all the toys. As you can tell I’m thinking of everything I can for you and the kids. My life dream would come true if a child never had to endure abuse. It fuck’s up your life, it took a miracle for me to stay sane. I’m thinking of you and wished I could help. The what if’s bring up memories I would not wish on anyone. I’ll look for some resources this week. I’m thinking about you, let me know how I can help.
XX:
…you hit the nail on the head about the “what ifs?” I think that being an older parent, I’ve seen and experienced more to learn from than when I was in my 20′s raising the older two. We’ve done some phone call role-playing, so this visit we’ll try again for a short, sweet conversation while they’re with the dad. The summer has provided the dad with way more contact with me than I wanted to deal with. I so share your dream that children not have to silently endure any abuse! It sickens me to see, knowing what he is capable of…it has been a tough summer for all, interspersed with some rock in’ fun times.
ME:
I rarely feel the warmth of tears. I’ve cried many times the past two weeks in pain for you & XX. I cried this morning and tried to analyze my emotions. My own abuse, being a pawn, came to the surface as anger. Lots of anger. I’m sure being older has been a blessing dealing with this. I hope none of my comments have not upset you, everything said is out of love and concern. :)
I’m pushing down my emotions so I can get five lbs. of paperwork done for tomorrow.
Warrior
100 days in captivity
Yesterday marked the 100th day in captivity for the school girls abducted from Chibok, Borno State, Nigeria. I can’t believe it’s been that long. We tend to forget or lose track of these things especially when there are more buffeting and immediate problems.
Three days ago, there was a total of 4 bombings in the country – two in Kaduna, one each in Borno and Yobe I think, killing almost a hundred people and injuring scores others. Two days ago there was another in Kano state. There was probably another somewhere yesterday. I didn’t comb through the news.
There hasn’t been one incident free week in Nigeria since the abduction of these girls. But that does not excuse relegating these girls to the background.
The President had a closed door meeting with the abducted girls’ parents. I do not know the outcome. A while back I heard all the girls…
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Danny Nickerson, the Boy with an Inoperable Brain Tumor, Receives THOUSANDS of Birthday cards
Further to the 5-year-old with Terminal Cancer Just Wants Some Mail. Let’s Overflow his P.O. box… post from a few days ago, we are absolutely delighted to see that young Danny Nickerson has received so many cards from well-wishers all over the world.
All Danny of Foxboro, Mass., wanted for his sixth birthday, this Friday, was cards. So far, the little boy with an inoperable brain tumor has received thousands upon thousands.
The family has been tracking the influx of packages on its Facebook page Danny’s Warriors.
“Todays total rough count was a little over 8,500 cards and 900 packages!!! We filled the uhaul completely up! And then filled 3 cars too!” the family posted on Facebook this week.
“We are in awe of all of this, we are speechless and dont have enough words to explain how thankful we are for everyone of you! And all the love…
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Brain Fart Friday: Warrior Eats Crow With Aerosmith & Rolling Stones
You know you’re getting old when you have no clue what day it is. We’re having Throwback Thursday!
I can’t give you Satisfaction by the Stones, think you’ll like my choice. Windows is foreign after all these years. You’re worth every word I said while working on post. I was born with a Rock Star in my head, better than marbles. I fell in love with Train Kept a Rollin’ at 12 years old. I would lay on the couch watching The Midnight Special letting the music soak in. Music is a trusted friend who always knows how to please. The Stones are older than dirt, Mick still dances badly and Keith has zero brain cells left. I saw The Rolling Stones at Wembley Stadium in 1990. It was a trip, 70,000 people single file, no assigned seats and calming walked in. As they started playing this song I was making my way to front stage. The crowd parted, passing me a joint like the old days. A great memory for the concert memory bank. I would love to hear your favorite concert memories. Watching the video brings back good memories with my friend Jackie. Both bands that stand the test of time. Now kick back, close your eye’s and remember the first time you heard the songs.
Warrior
Brain Fart Friday: Warrior Eats Crow With Aerosmith & Rolling Stones
You know you’re getting old when you have no clue what day it is. We’re having Throwback Thursday!
I can’t give you Satisfaction by the Stones, think you’ll like my choice. Windows is foreign after all these years. You’re worth every word I said while working on post. I was born with a Rock Star in my head, better than marbles. I fell in love with Train Kept a Rollin’ at 12 years old. I would lay on the couch watching The Midnight Special letting the music soak in. Music is a trusted friend who always knows how to please. The Stones are older than dirt, Mick still dances badly and Keith has zero brain cells left. I saw The Rolling Stones at Wembley Stadium in 1990. It was a trip, 70,000 people single file, no assigned seats and calming walked in. As they started playing this song I was making my way to front stage. The crowd parted, passing me a joint like the old days. A great memory for the concert memory bank. I would love to hear your favorite concert memories. Watching the video brings back good memories with my friend Jackie. Both bands that stand the test of time. Now kick back, close your eye’s and remember the first time you heard the songs.
Warrior
Throwback Thursday with Warrior is Brain Fart Friday This Week :)
I have lost it or something is up with computer. Trying to paste two videos has taken over an hour and still not working. I hate to work on my husbands Windows machine but you are worth it. If for any reason not completed today, come back tomorrow for Brain Fart Friday. Close you eyes and think about a young band called The Rolling Stones. They are on stage now jamming to Can’t Get No Satisfaction for your entertainment. Thanks.
Warrior
5-year-old with Terminal Cancer Just Wants Some Mail. Let’s Overflow his P.O. box…
Let’s make this young boy’s birthday extra special. I believe miracles can happen. Warrior
Danny Nickerson is 5 years old, but not for long. He’s very excited to become a big 6-year-old this Friday. As happy as this birthday will be, however, it will be hard, too.
Danny has a virtually unbeatable cancer. Doctors have told his family that less than 10 percent of kids diagnosed with his type live longer than 18 months.
So the upcoming celebration will be an emotional day filled with far more highs and lows than a typical 6-year-old’s birthday. And what is he hoping to get for this extraordinary birthday?
Cards.
He loves getting mail.
His mom says,
“He can recognize his name now. When he saw his name on the package from magical fairies on Easter, he was so happy.”
Since Easter, though, packages have slowed down. But now, for his birthday, it’s time to make sure he gets all the cards he could possibly want to read.
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Wrong Turn Lands U.S.M.C. Sgt. Andrew Tahmooressi in Mexican Federal Prison
Change.org Petition Update
Here is the link to sign the petition at Change.org https://www.change.org/petitions/release-u-s-m-c-sgt-tahmooressi-imprisoned-in-mexico
Petitioning John Kerry (Secretary of State)
Release U.S.M.C. Sgt. Tahmooressi imprisoned in Mexico
Petition by Jill Tahmooressi
My son Andrew Tahmooressi is a Marine veteran fighting for his life and freedom in a Mexico jail after being wrongfully imprisoned for over a month after he accidentally crossed the border with three legal US purchased firearms in his truck.
Andrew suffers from PTSD and had just traveled from Florida to San Diego to seek V.A. evaluation where he was diagnosed in March and started his treatment plan. He had all of his belongs in his car with him, including three firearms as he was searching housing and hoping to secure employment.
On March 31 he got lost while driving, made a wrong turn in the border town of San Ysidro, CA and within yards of that wrong turn, found himself approaching the Mexican Customs lane with no obvious way to turn around. Stopping, he states immediately, “I got lost, made a wrong turn. I do not want to be here. May I go back to the border (USA)? I have 3 weapons in my vehicle.”
Instead he was arrested and imprisoned on weapons charges even though the ATF traced the firearms back to him within days.
Andrew’s tours took place in (2010 & 2012) Operation Enduring Freedom (OEF) Marine, and he is a Reservist until 8/24/2016 in the Individual Ready Reserve. His experiences left him with PTSD and this situation is making things so much worse. Since in prison, his life has been threatened, he sustained a neck laceration and has been restrained by handcuffs to bed for 35 days.
Our family is calling on Mexico’s Attorney General to realize a mistake has been made and release Andrew immediately. So far more than 21 members of Congress have called for my son’s release. Officials here in the U.S., including Secretary John Kerry and President Obama should join these calls so this veteran can be reunited with his family.
If you would like to watch a video message from his mother use link: http://andrewfreedomfund.com
Our military men & women deserve all the support Americans can give. This petition needs to land on Obama’s desk, let’s see if he can secure the release of Andrew. If you haven’t signed the petition, please do. If you have financial resources no matter how small please consider donating to help pay legal fees. Andrew served two tours for our country, he suffers the invisible scars of PTSD. No one deserves the treatment he is receiving. Here is our chance to support the fight for Andrew’s release.
Warrior
A Grandparents Love Lives On With Happy Birthday Wishes
My Granny
I miss my grandparents everyday, none more than on my birthday. Every year they would get on the phone together and sing Happy Birthday. This was a tradition, gramps called many in the family to sing Happy Birthday. As gramps fell into a coma, one of his sisters by his side, my brother entered the room, she said it’s T’s birthday and gramps started singing. Those were his last words, I know my brother cherishes every word. Tomorrow I turn 51 yrs old, my grandparents can’t call yet I know they are thinking about me. A daily one minute phone call to say I’m alive was all granny needed. She always worried about me. They loved to watch our reactions to Santa, hiding Easter eggs and fighting over who would lick the bowl of frosting. I learned to roller skate at approx 5 years old. Skating provided an outlet and hearing my favorite music over the loud-speaker made me want to dance. As I got older my grandparents would take us skating. Unlike many parents today, my grandparents would stay to watch us have fun. We were building memories that last a lifetime. I loved to speed skate, coming around the last corner full speed one of my wheels blew out throwing me over the mushroom seats. I got up, sat down and began taking my skates off. The ball bearings wore out, it was a right of passage for us kids. Getting new wheels didn’t cross my mind, I didn’t have the money and knew my mother would die before buying me new wheels. My grandmother comes over, her purse on her arm as always and whispers in my ear “what do new wheels cost”. We talked to the salesperson about the different wheels and prices. I focused on the least expensive but really wanted the green speed skating wheels. She knew me so well, asking “how much for the green ones”? She says “I have some mad money” which meant she was hiding money. “Don’t tell your grandfather how much they cost”, ok no problem. She had money hid everywhere, under my dolls clothes, behind frames, in kick knacks. After her death I rounded up several hundred dollars, gramps had no idea she was hiding money. I had to take every photo frame apart, look in everything. Before Dementia took her mind, she took her wedding ring off and forgot where. This crushed gramps, we constantly looked for the ring. During one of our searches after her death I find this kleenex crumpled up in the bottom of a drawer. As soon as I pick it up, pay dirt. We stood there staring at it crying. He slept with the ring in a box by the bed, he gave it to me before he died.
My grandparents had 5-6 huge trees out back loaded with squirrels. Living thru the Depression, gramps knew how to entertain himself for hours. He would go to the river bottoms to pick up pecans, coming home with several buckets full. Then sit in his lawn chair in the shade to sort and crack. He did this several days a week for years so it was no surprise when he had a squirrel eating out of his hand. Granny wasn’t afraid of squirrels but didn’t have the same affection for them. Until she thought he killed one. It was hilarious to hear them tell the story. One of gramps other past times was sitting on the front porch using a sling shot and pecans to scare the squirrels. He shot a pecan up the tree, hits one, it falls out of tree and she thinks it’s dead. She had a few choice words then told him to go check on the squirrel. Gramps is about to pick it up and it comes to. He had knocked it out. I think they were both surprised and off the squirrel went. It bothered me watching this cat and mouse game my whole life, then he took it to a new level. Retirement can get boring for some, not gramps. He started leaving cages out back, when the squirrel would go in the door would close. He checked them all day long, as soon as the door went down, he would round granny up and off to the river bottoms they go. He might release six to eight a day. I think he really did it to get her out of the house, granny was legally blind, this allowed her to put some lipstick on and get out of the house.
My grandparents gave me unconditional love, self-confidence and their time. Time is more precious than what to me.
Warrior
Throw Back Thursday *Rock Out With Fleetwood Mac, Eagles and Peter Frampton*
July 7, 2014 Throw Back Thursday startled to lighten the mood as we slide into the weekend. One day to kick back, for that short time lose yourself. Three years later it’s evolved to Triple Shot Thursday. I look forward to Thursday the same as I did in the beginning. I hope you enjoy three of my fav’s. M
The music world would not be the same without Fleetwood Mac, the greatest band in the world! Watch Lindsey Buckingham make his guitar scream. Those were the 1970’s. Enjoy. Warrior
LET ME TUG AT YOUR HEART
Sometimes we need help; things happen beyond our control and we have no choice but to ask for help to get back on our feet. These are the times I am thankful for the network of friends I have and their generous hearts. I don’t typically ask for donations or for charitable contributions because 1) I am terrible at it and 2) I know everyone struggles to make a living; but I have a friend, and his family, who need you. A divorced dad, with custody of his three children, was a pedestrian hit by a truck. Jason Talbot needs your help after an extensive stay in the hospital and his continuing recovery from severe head trauma.
I used to read about a cause that touched my heart and I would think I can’t afford to help enough to make a difference. I used to feel heart broken and helpless…
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From Me To You, You Are Loved
I woke up weeping this morning, the reasons are never known. I sit down to write and start to cry. Unsure of what I need emotionally, my focus turns back to the computer. When a song strikes my heart, instantly I know that is what I need. Today I needed to hear I was loved. Josh Groban fills my soul, maybe he can fill you with love today.
The song is by Josh Grobin, Don’t Give Up You Are Loved.
Melinda
From Warrior To You, Don't Give Up You Are Loved
I woke up weeping this morning, the reasons are never known to me. I sit down to write and start to cry. Unsure of what I need emotionally, my focus turns.When a song strikes my heart, instantly I know that is what I need. Today I needed to hear I was loved. Josh Groban fills my soul, maybe he can fill you with love today. Warrior
Unable To Sleep? Bring On The Sandman
Most people have something they do to pass time when unable to sleep. Here’s mine. I don’t go for quality, just playing trying different ideas. Sometimes I come up with a keeper others help to bring on the Sandman.
Warrior
Photo Trip to Tokyo for my Brother Dragon
Throw Back Thursday*Warrior Throwsdown 1970’s Rock*
This is my fav music period, no doubt you’ll hear more. I picked three video’s, the first is Peter Frampton in 25 perfect minutes of music history. Shout out to my CTC brother Dragon, Chicago is for you. Warrior
Throw Back Thursday*Warrior Throwsdown 1970's Rock*
This is my fav music period, no doubt you’ll hear more. I picked three video’s, the first is Peter Frampton in 25 perfect minutes of music history. Shout out to my CTC brother Dragon, Chicago is for you. Warrior
Look Who Recieved the Liebster Award**Celebrate Dance to the Music**
I received the Liebster Award by Silver Lining at HopeFulDepression. It took a minute to pull myself up off the floor. I’m grateful for the nomination. The Liebster Award has a long history in the blogging community. The award is given to blogs with less than 1,000 followers as a way to acknowledge and motivate new blogs. I discovered the word Liebster is of German origin which is perfect since I’m of German origin. Nothing like a mix of German, Neanderthal and American Indian. I’m honored to receive the Liebster Award from a long time follower. Her work is powerful, I urge you to stop by to see for yourself. http://hopefuldepression.wordpress.com
How did you come up with name of blog?
I have Treatment Resistant Bipolar Disorder and have spent years in darkness. Looking for the Light could sum up your hopes for relief.
Has the experience been what you expected?
I’m having so much fun meeting people from across the globe. Shortly after starting my blog, I joined The Cut Throat Club a collaborative group of survivors. We support each other in recovery and offer support to the community. I’m privileged to share my experience of abuse and depression with others. If sharing helps one person, my heart will smile.
One thing that scares you?
Spiders, snakes and sharks.
One song that makes you the happy?
Beautiful Tonight by EC.
Do you have special talent or play an instrument?
Don’t play any instruments, not for lack of trying. Special talent, can’t think of any unless the gift of gab fits.
What age did you stop believing in Santa?
I remember it clearly, 5 years old told my mother Santa wasn’t real and I was to old to take naps.
Favorite place you’ve traveled to?
I fell in love with St Petersburg, Russia. France is second.
Can you sing?
Very badly but it doesn’t stop the rock star in my mind.
Favorite Book and why?
Bible, you learn something new every time you read.
If you could live anywhere where would it be?
I haven’t traveled the world yet so that’s hard to answer. Probably right here in USA, Home of the Free.
Have you ever won an award in sports?
A blue ribbon for a relay race in third grade.
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Eleven Radom Facts about me
1. I’m left-handed yet use my right hand for most task.
2. I wanted to work as a photojournalist for Life magazine.
3. I collect old camera’s and books.
4. My first job at 10 yrs. old was throwing the newspaper.
5. I’ve been a music lover since four years old, my grandparents bought me a record player.
6. Learned to skate at 4-5 years old. The Lion Sleeps Tonight was “the” song.
7. I am a native Texan.
8. I love to travel and my bucket list is quite long.
9. I’m claustrophobic, it was hard to learn to scuba.
10. When C.B.’s were popular my handle was Teddy bear.
11. I never read instructions.
I nominate the following five inspiring blogs.
http://obscureddreamer.wordpress.com
http://healingbeyondsurvival.wordpress.com
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Sunday in the Park Not on Fouth of July**Band Chicago if confused**
A couple of months ago I went to park and took photos of ducks, water and most important fresh air. It’s probably the day I was bit by a tick contracting Lyme. All the details for another post. It was wonderful just to drive my car, it’s three years old and has at best 1,000 miles. After being in the house sick or afraid to go anywhere by myself, just a park a few streets over felt like total freedom. The key to happiness was being able to take my camera and just mess around. I was struggling with balance problems but refuse to use my cane. I enjoyed the sun, staring down a squirrel and seeing loads of ducks. It’s a family park and many children were out feeding the ducks. There’s a creek near by and I had to investigate. We released 12 baby ducks there a couple of years ago. There were little fish, nothing exciting. It was the greatest day in recent history from a health perspective. I’ve only been out of the house twice since early fall and he drove both times. I’ve had a rough weekend yet wanted everyone to know I am thinking about you. I’m praying for a better day tomorrow. Thank you for stopping by or to my followers.
Warrior :)
That’s What We Do We’re Americans* Join Warrior, Red Skelton, Oliver North and Ray Charles For the Festivities*
Words can not express the gratitude in my heart for the men and women who keep America strong and free. I would like to tell every soldier they are not forgotten. Since I’m not about to travel to the middle east, remember you have a loyal supporter in Texas. Lets not forget the wars are not over. Soldiers are fighting at home with burns, amputation, PTSD and many other life altering challenges. Now that you know I carry you in my heart, let’s party. Warrior
That's What We Do We're Americans* Join Warrior, Red Skelton, Oliver North and Ray Charles For the Festivities*
Words can not express the gratitude in my heart for the men and women who keep America strong and free. I would like to tell every soldier they are not forgotten. Since I’m not about to travel to the middle east, remember you have a loyal supporter in Texas. Lets not forget the wars are not over. Soldiers are fighting at home with burns, amputation, PTSD and many other life altering challenges. Now that you know I carry you in my heart, let’s party. Warrior
Looking for the Light 