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Birthday Bliss

I turned thirty seven this past weekend (cringe), but I had a blast doing it!

My husband and daughter made me cards (I prefer these versus bought cards). I love that they take the time to make a card each year, it makes me feel extra special. Although, this year kiddo's car was a "flat card", her words. She didn't want to fold the artwork. I totally get you, mini me.

Saturday I had a kid free day with a friend and we spent hours laughing and thrift shopping. I found some great treasures and even a pair of bright flowery running shorts. I will take a picture of said shorts as they embarrassed my friend and she vowed NOT to be seen running with me at our next race if I wore them. I took that as a compliment and a challenge. =P Later that night hubby and kiddo took me to dinner at my favorite Thai restaurant (they aren't open on Sundays).

Sunday I finally checked out one of those bar/painting shops. Five girlfriends and I drank, laughed, painted and had a great tim…

The Life of a Therapy Cat

The smallest feline is a masterpiece. ~Leonardo Davinci

This is Lewis. 
I adopted Lewis from a no kill shelter back in November last year. He was 8 weeks at the time, making him six months old now. I knew from the day I adopted him he was different. His disposition is so relaxed, so mellow, and so loving. He is gentle and a huge cuddle bug. One night when I was clipping his nails (he slept on his back in my lap while I did it) I realized he would make an amazing therapy animal. Even when going to the vet he is unafraid and super mellow often falling asleep in the waiting room. He was born to soothe. Once he hit four months of age I was able to start his training to be a therapy cat. You often see therapy dogs visiting nursing homes and hospital type facilities, but rarely cats. Lewis is an exception. He has been socialized since the day I adopted him. I take him to pet stores often and welcome the public to approach him and be social with the little fluff ball. Everyone loves him to b…
"Success is not final, failure is not fatal: it is the courage to continue that counts."  ~Sir Winston Churchill
This has been a long time coming. I wrote three books, published them, and then disappeared. Well, sort of disappeared. I became something greater than a writer. I became a mother. For three and a half years I have loved and nurtured a small human being. She is bright, beautiful, and teaches me more about life every day. I love her more than anything else in this world and even though I missed writing full time I knew my place and new purpose in life was to be a constant source of guidance for my daughter. The time has come that she has entered preschool and so, I have time again to delve back into my second passion. 
Writing.
And oh how I have missed the feel of a keyboard under my fingertips. Yes, I dabbled with some paragraphs here and there over the last three years, but time always escaped me. My ideas and characters were pushed to a corner in my mind and told to…