Wednesday, November 18, 2009

If Dogs Were Teachers...

I received the following in an email recently and felt it worthy of posting ~

If a dog was the teacher you would learn things like:
* When loved ones come home, always run to greet them.
* Never pass up the opportunity for a joy ride.
* Allow the experience of fresh air and the wind in your face to be pure ecstacy.
* Take naps.
* Stretch before rising.
* Thrive on attention and let people touch you.
* Avoid biting when a simple growl will do.
* On warm days, stop to lie on your back in the grass.
* When you're happy, dance around and wag your whole body.
* Run, romp and play daily.
* Delight in the simple joy of a long walk.
* Be loyal.
* Never pretend to be something you are not.
* If what you want is buried, dig until you find it.
* When someone is having a bad day, be silent, sit close by and nuzzle them gently.

Live simply.
Love generously.
Care deeply.
Speak kindly.

Sunday, November 15, 2009

Drink What Makes You Happy

Lissfull invited me to a soiree at her neighbor's house a few weeks back. We made a quick run to the liquor store, but had trouble deciding what we wanted to drink. I spotted the label below on a bottle and knew I had found my choice. What better fit could there be for Island Girl??

Monday, May 11, 2009

The Kindness Of Strangers

Have you ever had an experience where you felt comfortably connected to someone you don't even know? Well that happened to me today, at the post office of all places. I was standing in line when a gentleman in his mid-fifties came in behind me. He made a comment about the two female clerks working and it made me chuckle. These two clerks always seem to be working, no matter what time of day you go in there. They are always miserable and never in any hurry to swiftly help you! The gentleman and I got to talking while waiting in the never ending line. Now, I am not one to suddenly strike up a conversation with someone I don't know - but there was this kindhearted manner about him and I felt oddly at ease talking to him. We never exchanged names, but spoke for about fifteen minutes. Without going into a lot of detail, he gave me a much needed pep talk. At a time when I've been pretty doubtful about a lot of things, he reminded me that there is goodness and compassion out there. So thank you kind sir. You made my day today and I'm not going to forget what you said.

Sunday, April 26, 2009


I've written before about believing in signs....the kind where something happens, or someone says something and you instinctively believe it has great meaning. You may analyze the instance to pieces to figure out what the intended message is. Me ~ I'm not so much a believer in signs. I need concrete, visual aids to get me through. And lately I'm in need of ones that will make me laugh outloud. I did just that while on vacation last week as I drove by this sign:

Monday, March 2, 2009

The Island Heroine

I found out about this great little website through another blogger. It's provided quite a bit of entertainment. And I am now ready to introduce you to..... The Island Heroine.

Her base of operation is a tiny porkchop shaped island just off the New England coast. She has extraordinary superhuman abilities that are motivated by a sense of responsibility and a strong moral code. Her natural powers are supplemented with a special weapon, the pink lightsaber. It's brightly colored energy contributes to her willingness to risk one's own safety in the service of good to others around her.

Saturday, February 28, 2009

Reduced To Pieces

We've all heard the term "worry-wart." I prefer to think of it as being concerned. I'll admit to some heavy worrying about things. I can't help it, it's just in me. I don't think we'd be human if we didn't worry/show concern about others. I think the person who never does worry could be considered a bit on the selfish side. Right now I'm worried about my friends. As a person who has this constant desire to help and do whatever I can to make everyone happy, I'm quite frustrated right now. I feel like nothing I say or do is the right thing. It makes me feel kind of broken inside.