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    May 24, 2008


    2008 - 06.25

    Here we go!What a day that was. It marked a day of celebration, love, kindness and so many other things. But before I tell you exactly what went on that day, let me share with you how it all came about.

    Two people met. Now they had seen each other around, after all he was a bartender, she was working and going out with friends. He had seen her in Oxford’s a few times. He had noticed her, she had noticed him. But, you know how it goes, they would say hi, how are you?, and that would be about it. Until the night that he was outside having a smoke, and her sister just happened to be outside along with her! He looked at the sister and told her, you know, I’d really like to get to know you’re sister better.

    Let’s give them names at this point to make it a little easier, he would be Dave, she would be Denise, and the sister would be Susan!

    So, like I was saying, Dave told Susan that he liked Denise and would like to get to know her better. Denise was standing close by and said well, you could just say it to me. The rest, as they say, is history.

    Dave did ask Denise for a date, they went, enjoyed each others company, Then came the eveningFirst Kiss. that I finally got to meet Dave. I’d heard so much about him and all good stuff, too. Don’t you know, Denise picked the evening that I was having a psychic development class. I had about 6 people in the class, so when Denise and Dave walked in, not only did the poor guy have to meet Mom, but also the class. Dave took it well, though. After they had left, I looked at everyone and said, he’s going to be my son-in-law.

    Let’s go forward to the day Dave called me. He asked for my blessing to ask for my daughter’s hand in marriage. I broke down and cried with tears of joy. And I respected Dave for that phone call. It surprised the heck out of me, but it made me very happy. Dave had also called her dad and had done the same thing.

    Then we got the phone call!! Denise is laughing and crying at the same time, saying they were engaged! When I told her Dave had called me, she said that she figures she was the only one that didn’t know. He had taken her to Oxfords that night, so half the bar knew what was going to happen! :)

    Then they set the date-May 24, 2008. Ahh, the preparations start, the dresses, the flowers, the wedding party, the reception place, etc.

    Denise and Dave did all the planning, and I have to tell you, they did a wonderful job.

    The wedding and reception was at The Carriage House in Gates. It’s a beautiful place inside and out.

    Whisper in my ear.Thursday, May 22, the rehearsal-it was the you sit here, you walk there, no not like that, go there, etc. when we all thought we knew, the wedding planner said let’s try it just one more time-and she told us, when you see me nod-just do what I said. We all decided that when she nodded, we’d probably all take off! :)

    Friday, May 23, the rehearsal picnic-yes, a picnic. It was a super idea-we all relaxed and ate and drank! And the best part, Denise and Dave brought their dog Asia!

    Friday night, my turn to have my daughter one last time (it had been her dad’s turn the night before). I got a little extra-Nicki and Jen slept over as well as Denise. About midnight we had a toast to Denise-coffee and Godiva chocolate liqueur. Hmmmmmm, that warmed us up for sleep.

    Saturday, May 24, 2008. Girls, it’s 7am, time to wake up. Denise-wake me up in 5 more minutes-now where have I heard that before? From that same bed over the last 26 years!!!

    We get up, get our stuff together, and trek over to her Dad’s house. Dennis and I have been divorced for a number of years, but he was gracious enough to open up his house to me for this event.

    Denise’s friend who is also a hair dresser, did our hair, and Denise had to do my make up-I’m not known for doing my make up too well. Finally Denise’s turn to get her hair done. My little girl looks like a princess.

    Finally off to The Carriage House-We all arrive in separate cars. Denise is still getting ready-she looks so beautiful! Everyone is fussing over her. She’s my baby though, and she’s taking it like a trooper-are you nervous? No, just excited!

    We finally are asked to take our places-it starts, Here comes the bride-Oh God, my little girl, a woman now and in just a few moments, a wife. Her dad proudly helps her down the aisle. Denise and Dave only have eyes for each other, they look lovingly into each others eyes and the ceremony begins.

    Halfway through the ceremony, I just happened to look over, past where the bridal party ends. To my delight, standing there, all proud, are the spirits, of my Nannie, Gramps, Gram, Grandpa Noga, Grandpa Vince, Uncle Paul, Aunt Edie, and Uncle Pete, just to name a few. Nannie just looked over at me and smiled and said-did you think we would miss this?

    May I now present you with Mr. and Mrs. David Hill. My daughter and son-in-law. How happy and beautiful they look. I’m just so happy for them and filled with love.

    And let the party begin!!

    The wedding dance-one dedicated to Denise from Dave, and one dedicated to Dave from Denise.All my kids! My daughter, who does not cry, has tears of love and joy running down her cheeks. It was such a beautiful moment. I won’t tell you the rest of that story, but if you see Denise, ask her about reading lips.

    Everyone was dancing, eating, drinking, and just having a good time.

    When I finally left, Denise and Dave were still dancing the night away.

    It was a day to remember-2 people joined together with a love so great.

    To Denise and Dave, bless you both, and may love and happiness always be with you.

    I love you both (and Asia, too-after all, she’s my Granddog)

    Till next time.

    Animal Spirit Antics


    2008 - 03.05

    I’m 52 years old (or young-take your pick).

    I have had animals in my life for my entire life and it always amazes me how they find me or how I find them.

    My parents had a Boxer named Mitzi even before I was born. Once they had me, it could have gone one of two ways. The way it went, I pretty much ended up being Mitzi’s puppy! She was so protective of me. And when the time came for me to start walking-well, that poor dog’s stub of a tail came in real handy! Yep-I sure did-I’d grab it, pull myself up and she would take tiny steps. She knew what I was trying to accomplish and helped me to accomplish that goal. Unfortunately for us, we had farmers in the area at that time who believed in putting rat poison out. There were no leash laws then, so she had the run of several nearby farms. She ended up dying from rat poison. It was devastating for my mom and dad, and also for me.

    But, wait-along came Bo-Bo, a black French poodle. Very sleek and playful, I adored him, he adored me. Unfortunately, we went on vacation to Florida, and when we got home, my folks broke the news to me that he had gotten distemper and died while we were away. Soooooooo,

    My mom talked my dad into getting yet another dog-he figured it would make her happy and give me something to play with! (don’t forget, I was an only child) Hey who said spoiled rotten???? So, Mom started looking and found a white poodle-we were really original with his name-we named him Pierre. What else would you name a French poodle. He was mom’s dog from the very beginning. Following her around, sitting adoringly at her feet. My dad was a plumber in those days and poor Pierre didn’t sit at his feet after he’d been working all day. (not that I’m trying to insinuate a thing, mind you).

    Pierre was a jumper! He’d get excited, he’d jump, he’d get nervous, he’d jump, and if people came who he didn’t know or didn’t like-he jumped! We had a milkman-yes, those were the cave days when milk actually got delivered. And one day, when our wonderful milkman came in to the house to bring us our milk, yep, you guessed it, Pierre jumped and bit that poor man right on his butt!!! And my mom, being a very caring individual, said without thinking, do you want me to get you a Band-Aid??? Once she realized where he’d gotten nipped, she turned a lovely shade of red! So did the milkman!

    Now, Pierre wasn’t a bad dog by nature. He was a lot of fun! But if you were really tall, or had a loud voice, well, that made him nervous.

    On to the next story! We had a farmer who had an extremely loud voice. Usually, Pierre would just sit there and look at him. One day the farmer had stopped in and was very upset about something. He had raised his voice and was throwing his hands and arms around to make a point. Pierre took one look at him, growled low in his throat, looked at my mom as if to say, I’ll protect you! And yep, you guessed it, right in the butt again! Only this time, the farmer was only about 5″6′, not 6′5″, so he got it a little easier.

    Now, neither of these times did the dog break the skin-he was really just being protective of Mom.

    Remember I said that Pierre was mom’s dog-well, it might have something to do with the fact that I was still pretty young and liked to dress Pierre up in doll clothes. Plus, my folks had been nice enough to get me a toy baby carriage. Poor dog, dressed all in pink in the doll carriage giving me the evil eye, and my mother imploring looks of help me!!

    We had Pierre for about 18 years. Toward the end of his life, his back legs finally gave out and we would have to take him out to do his business. But we did it because we felt unconditional love for this dog that had stayed by our side for all those years.

    When I graduated from high school, my best friend and I asked each other what we wanted as gifts. We decided we would get each other something that, even though we had asked for them, no one had gotten us. She wanted a ring-a blue star sapphire. I wanted a cat. My dad did not want a cat! So, Judy and I figured that if she gave me a cat as a gift, he couldn’t say no! And he didn’t. Daddy let me keep my kitty! She was grey and white, fluffy and her name was Kocham-which is not the right spelling, but it’s Polish for Love! She was my kitty-slept with me, loved me, figured out how if you went in the outside fireplace, you could come down a short way in the inside fireplace and wouldn’t have to wait for anyone to let her in. We had her for a number of years too, and she finally passed of old age.

    Now, remember I told you that Pierre had passed away after 18 years-well, I figured we had to get another dog almost right away! Mom and Dad didn’t want to, but being the brat I was (alright, still am), I insisted. We got a miniature Schnauzer named Winston Devon Crowell. Winnie had his own way of doing things. He was the cutest little bundle of grey fur, but very protective of Mom. He was very aristocratic with a name like he had, and wouldn’t play except with Mom! He tolerated Dad, and couldn’t figure out what I was doing there-after all, they really only needed him!!! I finally got married and moved away! My husband and I had decided to move down to Texas for about a year. But after only a couple of months, I was so homesick that Dennis flew me home to see my folks. Mom and Dad met me at the airport, took me home, and when we walked in, Winnie just looked at me, then at Mom and Dad as if to say, ummmm, what is she doing back here. Mom took me and my stuff to my old room, where the dog, very unceremoniously, relieved himself on a piece of my luggage. I guess you can tell what he thought of me.

    Winston had a very good long life, and he too, went to animal heaven.

    My marriage had ended by this time, I moved, along with my children to a mobile home park. It was a nice setting and there were animals there! Pretty soon, every time my Mom came over to visit, all the cats in the area would show up because they saw a sucker, oh, wait, I mean a kind loving animal person when they saw one. One of the cats was a long hair, black and white cat named Rudy! Rudy had figured out that if he stood on his back legs and pounded with his front paws on the metal part of my door, we’d let him in. And it worked. When I finally moved out of the mobile home, we left him there. He had belonged to another family. On one of our return trips to get more stuff out, the owners had cornered one of my kids and said, tell your mom to take Rudy home, he belongs to you now. So, we went and got a cat carrier and took him to his new house.

    Rudy loved it here except for not being able to go outside-I live on Atlantic Ave-no way!!! He was the top kitty and the only kitty for awhile. Then along came Loki, Rudy would make himself as stiff as a board for a week after Loki came. Every time I tried to pick him up, he’d just stiffen himself out. Next came Maggie, our shepherd husky, newfie mix hound! Then we rounded out the mix with Star and Baby Bella.

    Life changed again for me. I had someone move in with me. And he knew someone who had pregnant Momma kitties. Along came Shadow and Tigger. Last but not least in the kitty brigade came Lucky Bear who my kids rescued.

    But wait, then there’s Litha-lab pit bull boxer mix! I live in a zoo!

    The really interesting thing about being a psychic medium is even though some of these animals have passed on, they haven’t left us!

    Rudy will sit in the middle of the living room and I forget he’s Rudy and will go to step over him. Which isn’t an issue, except when we have company and they don’t see him. Maggie will sometimes still try to herd everyone in the same room even though she is in spirit.

    Animals like people, stay within the confines of what was familiar to them in life. We live with our live pets, but also the ones that have passed on. Many times now, we see Litha turn her head a certain way like she is listening to something. We can see Maggie trying to tell her the “right” way to do things.

    Rudy likes to tell his young friend, Shadow, how to do things too. Rudy will many times look at me as if to say-kids!!!! :)

    I could go on forever talking about my 4 legged friends that I hold so dear, both in this life as well as the life beyond.

    Always treat animals with respect and love. And what they will give back to you will be 100 fold!

    Till next time.