Rich and Millie

Our paths are crossed by many on this journey of life. I have been blessed by two very special souls in mine. I'll start with Millie since she was the first to enter. Fate has a unique way of crossing our paths at times. As a young Marine who had just finished boot camp at San Diego California. I had a weekend pass and visited a family couple who had known my parents. While there I went to San Juan Capistrano. The place where the swallows return every year on a certain date. Unknown to me, a lady named Millie, who lived in San Diego, was counting on those swallows to return for a very specific reason. She was trying to get sober and the swallows were a glimmer of hope in her life. Fast forward to twenty years later. Millie has returned to here hometown in her retirement. It happens to be where I live. Some coincidence! I find myself trying to get sober and meet Millie in one of those AA meetings. Millie was a fiery red head with a smile a mile wide and a heart as big. On the outside she appeared to have the world by the tail. As I got to know her I realized that she had her share of hard moments. Rich was about as far opposite to Millie in many ways. He had been down a very hard road in life. He had rode with the Hells Angels in that same area of southern California. And spent time locked up in the pen. He was also like Millie in some ways. A fiery red head with a big smile and a heart as big. I met him in another of those AA meetings. He became an important part of my sobriety. Millie was such a bright personality that she was given the nickname Sunshine. By her example I learned to act as if everything was ok, when it wasn't, until it was really ok. One of Rich's favorite sayings was, "a person can't do better until he knows better." I don't know for sure why, but this explains a lot of things to me. My main point is that both of these people overcame serious difficulties to go on to help a lot of other people in a positive way. They have both gone on to the next world for now. When I think of them I can still feel the warmth of their fire. And their strength reminds me that no matter how dark the day, that the sun will soon shine again. X.

Bunny

Well I'm back for now, but still have some issues with what google has done. Gi Gi found a nest of rabbits in one of her flower beds which is inside our fence. Problem is with the dogs going out every day they will encounter the young rabbits and you can guess the ending of that story. Yesterday we caught them and put them on the outside of the fence. Hopefully they will stay out and won't come back to the nest. The picture is of one of them that hid in a clump of grass.

Google-T-Gunk

Google is screwing with blogger again. I haven't gotten over their last attempt to run people off. I still have to jump thru hoops in order to post on peoples blogs. Now they have messed up the process of uploading pictures to my 3 blogs. I may not be posting for a while. X.

My Garden is Doing Great ;)

Spring Blizzard 'Virgil'

I Don't like it, the birds don't like. Spring sucks in Missouri!!!!!

Double Diet

Gi Gi and I started a diet together on the 4th. We opted for a low carb diet since we had both had good success with it in the past. Being on a diet at the same time is unusual for us, as we usually are trying to lose weight at different times. It's actually more covenient this way. We're on the same wave length and eating the same foods.
We have each set goals and hopefully we can acheive our intended weight lose.
For me the low carb diet works because I don't feel like I'm starving all the time. One is still allowed to eat items that seem to satisfy that hunger for the 'bad stuff'. I usually don't drink enough water. This diet urges one to get at least 8 large glasses a day. Surprisingly enough, just drinking a glass seems to stop a hunger pange that pops up in the day.
A note for any of you who haven't reached the senior years yet, It gets harder to take off the weight the older you get. So, it would be wise to be at that ideal weight before you arrive in the golden years. X.

Playtime