Friendship

As I lay here, I am thinking about how fortunate I am for all the friends I have made in life. Friends are like precious gems. Friendships are like those tort cakes. Ever seen one? Layer after layer of goodness.

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We have many layers of friends. Some are new friends, some are old friends, some are casual friends, some are best friends…layer after layer and sometimes our tort cake rises high in the sky. But, I believe that even if we have only one true friend…we are blessed beyond means. And if we are really lucky, they will be just as nutty as we are.

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A real friend will stand by you, will dry your tears, laugh with you, dance with you through life and most of all..be honest with you…even when you don’t want to hear it.

And now a big thank you to Darlene for the park pictures below from her home area in Minnesota. Hugs to you friend.

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12 Comments »

Deb, a lovely post – and I love your comparison of friends to a torte cake (oh yum, would I ever love to have a bite of that!). I, too, am blessed greatly with my friends. Whether they are far or near, online or in real life, it’s wonderful to know that there is a connection with others. I’ve made many delightful friends in the blogging world since the beginning of the year – and so proud to count you as a friend in my new, improved world! Thank you for such a lovely Sunday post! ~ Julie

Comment by Julie Catherine | April 1, 2012 | Reply
You are so right about friends! My favorite quote about friends is: “A friend Is someone who helps you up when you’re down, and If they can’t, they lay down beside you and listen.”.

Comment by jilllindsey | April 1, 2012 | Reply
Sweet post – and I too love the quote Jill states above!

Comment by Robyn Lee | April 1, 2012 | Reply
I like my friends and feel blessed too. Ty for posting my pictures.
I do like the tort that looked so good. I did get bad and ended up with
Easter candy.

Comment by Darlene | April 1, 2012 | Reply
- oh Dar, I loved the pictures. Thank you for sharing.
  
  Comment by danLrene ©2011 | April 2, 2012 | Reply
I just received a “kick in the ass” from a very good friend. I’m glad she has balls!

Comment by Cdn Stormlover | April 1, 2012 | Reply
- sometimes that is what it takes.
  
  Comment by danLrene ©2011 | April 2, 2012 | Reply
I also like the analogy to the tort cake! Great post – and thanks for linking to mine!

Comment by Debbie@kindnesskronicles | April 1, 2012 | Reply
- oh you are welcome and thanks for being here.
  
  Comment by danLrene ©2011 | April 2, 2012 | Reply
I always enjoy your posts…so heartfelt And lovely pictures, too btw. Of course I would like that part lol

Comment by Bethylicious | April 2, 2012 | Reply
- Thanks.
  
  Comment by danLrene ©2011 | April 2, 2012 | Reply
I definately neeD to eat more cake

Comment by ansuyo | April 3, 2012 | Reply

About Me

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Those that know me know that this red sparkly headband is symbolic. When they see the headband on me, they know I am fighting hard physically. It is my symbolic Samson’s hair. It is getting my mojo on and geared up for robo mom to once more fight a battle. And the headband is on now and will be on for a long time. I live with my son who is my caretaker and I am so blessed.

Me with mojo on.

And when things are toughest, I will resort to my dreams to keep me going.

I am 63 and will soon be 64. Life has been a journey of health issues since I was 32 and got sprayed by a crop duster. I have warrior attitude. Being a warrior does not mean you always win. It means you never quit trying. Life is what you make it and I choose to make mine as happy as possible no matter where I am in life.

I spend a lot of time on this hospital bed due to constant pain but I am just thankful I have the hospital bed to lay on. I am disabled but I don’t let that stop me from living life and enjoying it. Life is what we make it and I choose to make mine happy.

Meet Daisy..that we call Miss Daisy. Thanks to Jill, a very special friend who is also has a Rescue for pets called Three Sisters and a Brother in NC, Daisy was transported to us and what a delight she is. About ten pounds and full of energy and love and kisses.

My baby

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Son and Daisy

My world from my hospital bed-it is filled with warmth and love from so many.

I still dream of going back to Italy, of us having one of those mini buses with a lift for my chair that son can convert into a travel home for us to make it easier when I have to go to Denver for surgeries and stuff. I still dream of learning how to tap dance…yes even on these crutches just so I can say I did. All I need are a pair of size 11 tap shoes.

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I draw, I paint, I write, I do photography…my latest love is the clouds for I see faces in the clouds all the time and have a blog at the top of the page entitled “Faces in the Clouds” I sit on a stool and help son cook…yes, often with him leaning over me to help me pour or stir but I get to do it. My philosophy is if you can’t do it one way…then create a new way. Son says I am the only person he knows that used their all terrain power chair like a back hoe…using a grain shovel and rake to move dirt or mulch in the garden. I would hold the handle between my legs and rake up the stuff on the two foot wide shovel and then go backwards dragging the shovel to where I wanted to dump it.

Ever since I was a little girl, I was told I was a dreamer. I can remember report cards with “day dreams” written on it. I think dreams are what keep us going. Without dreams…we have no hope.

Follow Your Dreams, The Siren Called Out To Me

As I closed my eyes and fell deep into lovely sleep.
The dream siren called me with a promise to keep

I closed my eyes and looked deep in my soul
I could feel the wind blowing…it was so very cold

My dreams I had carried through year after year
They will never come true was my biggest fear

Wandering up one lane and down another
Remembering my dream since I became a mother

Land, open land and a place to be free
A small house to live in with a big evergreen tree

We mounted the buckboard with all we owned inside
And started over the mountain on this crazy dream ride

We felt like pioneers racing to the finish line for land
And the whole time we knew -The Lord had our hand

So don’t be afraid to dream your dreams and try
Life is too short…open your wings up and fly

Dream I say and work the dream hard as you can
For it will be the best race that you ever ran.

We all have dreams of what we want out of life. I remember Laverne on Laverne and Laverne saying her dream was to have a purple cashmere sweater. Well, our dream is to own land in the country and have a simple life style unencumbered by so much of what is in the world today.

I love to write and have written for years. And hopefully will continue to write for many more years. My real name is Deb.

This blog is about our journey to get there, our life after we reached the promised land and different middle of the night ramblings. Dreams are like cooking…we might get our grandparents old recipes, but we tend to alter them to suit ourselves. But, dream we must…for as long as we have hope in life…we have dreams. And even plain ole everyday people get dreams that come true.

I hope you enjoy and will subscribe and share my journey. Come join us at the foothills of the mountains where we have found a life of simplicity and serenity, in spite of all the health trials of one disabled woman and the courage of a son that chose to take care of her.