A Thankfully Imperfect Woman

Aug 7

The Puppy Chronicles

We are now on Day 6…

We’ve tried out about 6 or 7 names on him…I know I told you Castle was it. Well, we changed our minds once again. I was hedging on Castle, and then Tim called him “Motza-ball” yesterday when he did something silly. That might sound silly, but it’s a term of endearment for dogs and little children when they’re being funny. And a new name was born. We’ll be calling him Motza or Motzy. It fits…he is all white like mozzarella, and quite silly.

I am happy to report that he has us (almost) fully trained. When he runs for the front of the house or bathroom, we know he has to go out to go potty (which is the other way). We’re down to one accident in the house today (don’t ask how many times we run him outside 🙂 )! Read more

Aug 5

The ripple

This is a wonderful blog post…and you have to love the name of her blog!

Long walks and dark chocolate

When I took the picture of this duck, I caught myself looking at the ripples. It never ceases to amaze me how that if we let God’s creation teach us, it never fails. There is a lesson in every scene.

As the duck paddled its legs beneath him, the water rippled out revealing motion. The display of the ripple varied based on his movement. When he was still and quiet, the water barely moved, but when he flapped his wings and flailed around as he took his bath, there were splashes and ripples and noise.

So, of course I began to wonder, “What is my ripple?” How does it look and what does it convey about me.

Do I thrash about wreaking havoc all around me? Or perhaps I am so quiet and unmoving that I am barely noticed at all. Or maybe, slow and steady is my way. …

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Aug 4

How the Poor Live

Morning Story and Dilbert

One day, a father of a very wealthy family took his son on a trip to the country with the firm purpose of showing his son how poor people live. They spent a couple of days and nights on the farm of what would be considered a very poor family. On their return from their trip, the father asked his son, “How was the trip?”

“It was great, Dad.”

“Did you see how poor people live?” the father asked.

“Oh yeah,” said the son.

“So, tell me, what did you learn from the trip?” asked the father.

The son answered, “I saw that we have one dog and they had four. We have a pool that reaches to the middle of our garden, and they have a creek that has no end. We have imported lanterns in our garden, and they have the stars at night. Our patio reaches to…

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Aug 4

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Drumroll Please!

Conversation, discussions and finally a plea brought us all to the big decision…

We have a puppy!

We’d like you to meet Castle, our new 9 week old English Setter.

His former owners were able to place all of his brothers and sisters, but he was the last of the litter. They moved into a new place and could only keep two dogs (they already had his Mom and an English Bulldog). So he had to go and go quickly.

Sooo…

They placed the Facebook ad…I happened to be looking through the ads…and the stars aligned and WHALAA! Here we are with a sweet little puppy.

Here he is sleeping on Gabi’s lap/hand on the way home.

Now I have a companion for when Tim and Gabi head back to school and all their sports. And Castle (formerly known as Bruiser) has a new home where he can play, sleep, bark, and snuggle. Along with…eat, drink, pee, poop, nap, eat, drink, pee, poop, nap…and on and on…

We’ve already had a few adventures including a first morning of multiple accidents in the house and a Gabi saying “Stupid Dog!” To which Timothy responded “You weren’t very smart either when you were 9 weeks old”. I’m sure we’ll have plenty more adventures…

Trust me…I’ll keep you posted.

Tomorrow the babies are coming over…now that should be fun!

Have a good evening all! May you be as blessed as we are!

Patty O

Aug 1

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An Open Letter To Those Without Sjogren’s Syndrome

This is a fantastic – non-emotional explanation for people who do not deal with chronic illnesses…in this case Sjogren’s. For my fellow Sjogies:

Sjodry & Parched

I recently came across a site: http://notdoneliving.net/blog/openletter-id which posted an Open Letter to those without Chronic Illness. I noticed that there are several adaptations to the letter that people have made with respect to their various specific medical conditions. Of course I decided that I should immediately create an Open Letter To Those Without Sjogren’s Syndrome. So for any of my Sjoggie friends who may feel the need to share this message with someone, please feel free:

An Open Letter To Those Without Sjogren’s Syndrome..

What I would like you to know is that I have a mostly invisible, chronic illness called Sjogren’s Syndrome. Life as I know it, is unpredictable and changes daily for me. Just because you cannot see those changes or their impact on my daily functioning, does not mean that they are not real.

Most people have never heard of Sjogren’s Syndrome. And for the…

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