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No pictures today, just a quick check-in.  I know so many folks begin these journals and then abandon them, but it is quite the opposite for me.  I am so busy collecting images and photographs and setting up my posts that, at this point, I find it hard to do anything but work on the computer outside of my Journal.  It is my very intention for this place to be a Blessing for anyone who might wander across it, so until I actually may have an audience, I am in the planning mode.

Poor Barney - this is our oldest and largest “child”.  He wandered into our life one day as they all do, and just stayed.  Not that we didn’t try to get him to go - we had just moved into our new house and the cats were enough.  But someone, when picking out the interiour of the house, I chose the cheapest carpeting, while putting much expense in other things that were not as superficial.  My reasoning?  I just new we would eventually end up with another ‘herd’ of animals to take care of that were abandoned or otherwise abused. 

Barney was our first.  He was used as a a training dog for fighting as far as we can piece together.  You know the animal they through in to let their “champions” learn to tear apart without getting too injured?  Sounds ghastly doesn’t it?  Well it’s a fact of life and this is our first encounter with such a poor soul.  He has been ripped open (and now rehealed) on almost every part of his body, long jagged scars., old, healed, opened, re-healed, you get the picture. 

His adjustment to a loving home as been difficult and we eventually, at the vet’s recommendation, had to put him on Clamiprimine (a doggy prozac) to control his obsessive/compulsive tendencies when it came to ‘abandonment.  We couldn’t leave him alone - he would destroy and tear down everything.  If left in a crate, he would thrash about until one day, he almost broke his leg.  This is the first animal we have had to resort to ‘behavioral drugs’ and I honestly state here, if we hadn’t, we would have had to destroy the poor animal.  He is now our friendly watch dog and sleeps faithfully everynight with his head on the pillow between hubby and mine if allowed.  If you think you want an animal - please go to your local shelter or breed ‘rescue’ association.  They even have a group for the poor pitbull, (http://misunderstood.rescuegroups.org/), so pathetically used and abused currently in this savage society.

Morning GalPals, Family and any anonymous lurkers out there.  I am up but I am not awake and ready for the day - I am never ready for the day.  So here I sit with my third cup of coffee (the first was at 5 this AM when I woke up to say “Bye” to hubby and then promptly went back to bed). 

I am trying to make an effort to be current on this blog - actually buidling a site worth reading; not offending anyone I love or care about, though from reading others’ blogs this one is a no-brainer - someone is going to get upset no matter what; and get my fanny to a Circle Meeting at Church.  

I have been avoiding all out of the house activities for almost 2 weeks or more now, selfishly hiding behind the premise of being “stuck with shock” at having to be fitted with braces and crutches again.  Once again, I insert - duhhhhh - do you think?  It’s no surprise and I was a jerk to act like it was.   More info on the dreadful condition of my body and how life is so unworth living yahadyayayaddayday later on the “other’ page. 

Ya’ll have a great day, and I will get back with you soon.  (I feel like Sybil - talking to her many selves). 

The first step of a long trip.

It started this morning as I was having coffee and talking with God – to God, I guess would be a better way of saying that, but I am sure my more “Spiritually Directed” Pals would argue that point, as I probably would have done so, myself, given in any other mood or day. 

I was discussing this blog – how would be the best way to structure it – what was my motivation for beginning it and then, maintaining it and, well – you get the idea. And then, with all these factors in place, who would be my “target audience”.

Maybe its age – Maybe it’s the current popularity of this forum.  Before, I just wrote page after page and thoroughly enjoyed myself.  But times have changed I guess, so here I sit, deeply thinking about something that really shouldn’t be given a second blush, in my humble opinion.

But on back to the main focus of this “blog” What’s it all about?  If I don’t decide soon, my morning omelet will present with tinges of green.  Worse yet, I won’t begin yet another thing in my life.  Strike that.  I’ll begin it.  I just won’t finish it. 

So, given this realization, I decided the best way would be to keep the separate issues of my life, well, separate.  I would write one part, another person could contribute to another and so on and so on.  In the end, I would end up with a Journi.  And Auntie Mame – or MaMe, however you decide to pronounce it; she would be the cohesive and steady character that made sure none of the rest of me ran into myself in the wee hours of the morning. The orchestra leader of this litany of words I yet crowd into another section of the internet for all to see and no one to find.

And here it is - my first post.  It was worth the wait.  Thank you Robyn - with all my heart!  I imagine you would have thought I would have been further along by now - but I am stuck on the Index page of “WordPress For Dummies“.  Sigh……… I look forward to this moment 3 years from now - hindsight is 20/20 and in this case, it will be 100% true

Coming soon!