three little mice

three little mice ...see how they run....and run they do. Time seems to be sprinting by as I realize my middle and slightly rebellious mouse is turning 18 tomorrow. After 24 hours of hard labour she came into this world tush first. That should of been a little warning of what was to come. It was like she was saying "Don't mess with me". Don't get me wrong, she is awesome in so many ways and there are many reasons why I am proud of her, she is kind, loves her sisters, fiercely loyal, honest, and hilarious to the point that it brings tears to my eyes. This kids ROCKS. An example of her loyalty and love of family was when she was maybe 9 years old and her sister who was 14 yrs old got jumped by 3 girls when she was getting off the bus in front of our house. She ran out the door, yelling, fists flying at the 3 teenagers who started to get the best of her sister. Middle mouse and my then 69 yrs old mom close on her heals managed to scare off the bullies. Helping her sister up, and with her fist still in the air she yells"Stay away from my sister or I'll kick your ass. (OOPS) My mom telling me this story couldn't keep a straight face. Since then there has been MANY times that this spunky spirit has come to light, sometimes good sometimes not so good, but either way my little mouse Happy Birthday and mom loves you so much.

FiNgErS


sometimes i sit down to write and i can almost feel the great flow of words that need to escape and i think this time it will be great, witty, just flowing from my thoughts to my fingers. there would be no need to stop, reread and delete b/c i am becoming a very competent writer. but.. as i start i can already feel my thoughts jumping from this, to that and back. i wonder why it sounds so good in my head but less than stellar in print? but i guess that's what writers do. WRITE, write until it becomes second nature like breathing. my desire to write is always there, just the creative feeling i get is enough for me to keep on trying. it feels so good knowing that i can write about anything, anyone, truth, fiction, it's endless. maybe if i keep writing, keep practicing, yes practise i will have my great witty thoughts flowing through my fingers.

run run run wow busy busy never a moment to rest!! up, down, sit, stand. sometimes i forget which way I'm going. but i wouldn't want to change that for anything. my life might not appear perfect, i don't own a home, i don't have a new car, my savings account hasn't reached a 4 digit number yet, BUT..... i see my worth in other wonderful ways. my children are the greatest , i have a job that i truly like, i have a handful of solid friends who love me for me, and i am a good person. letting go of my addiction and focusing on my recovery has given me the ability to achieve this and so much more. i now wake up knowing that good things do happen, and i look forward to each new day. may everyone find their own peace.

with love
deb xo

Riches of Creamo

waking this afternoon from a nap, feeling rested I make a cup of Melitia Coffee and I realize that I must have it together if I buy Creamo for MY coffee. 5 years ago I would have never thought of wasting money on Creamo. Maybe I have should give myself a break and enjoy my life and my coffee. Have a newspaper and coffee drinking sunday, nothing missing except maybe a partner. Oh but thats a whole other blog....stay tuned java friends

wow I'm turning into a techie geek. That is so cool. newsletter, blog, what next my very first book. Too cool.

links to group blogs

writinginacrabtree.blogspot.com
shainaD97.blogspot.com
purplelotus2010.blogspot
josieinwriting.blogspot