The Good Egg

This card dates back to 1976. It was sent me by my Cousin Natalie.
She is what I can call a good egg. lol
Come to think of it, I have a lot of good eggs around me.
:)

My Cousin always loved horses like I do, except she rode them at her 4H Club in New York and then after getting married, her hubby got her a few beauts she loves and trains.
One she got as a colt and had to nurse to health and now she shows him.

Horses are a serious business and boy did I get a thrill when she let me sit on one, very well trained, gray Appaloosa named Blue I believe. I will never forget that day.
She explained to me that when you are training a horse for show only one person should ride it so horse and rider become one.

The only other horse I rode was this old whiskered wise guy in Quebec. I took him cause I thought he'd be the safest for my riding experience. lol
He sure knew his trail and was not exactly a follower.

We had a very muddy place to ride in and he took me away from all the dirt, over clean areas , and he didn't care if there was a tree branch to topple me off of him. lol
He was the boss and I just sat on him. lol

When we got back to the barn all the other horses were full of mud and when it came to my horse and me, he was in pristine condition while I needed a bath.
I was kinda sad cause every one else had a horse to clean and I had nothing. lol

This is where you bond with a horse when you fuss over it not like he cared to bond much with me at his age. lol All he wanted was the sugar cubes and the carrots.
He knew he had a job to do so he gets fed that day, so it was business as usual.
It's important to support riding stables for this reason alone.

I can say from that day forward, my respect for horses went up 100 fold.
I thought they were extremely, intelligent animals and although they like to travel in groups, they don't necessarily all think the same way.

I thought if you have a friend in a horse, its a friend for life. There's no telling when you will need him to get you out of a jam and so the friendship is mutual.

Good eggs come in all sizes and genetic make up. Doesn't matter if they are 2 footed or 4 footed, or with wings, each is designed unique.
Each wants to live.
Each has a preordained destiny.

Do you ever wonder why a certain animal or person is attracted to you and vs? There could be many pups but then there is just that special one that gives you a look or a special wag and you say ....
hey....you are for me.
Well this sort of thing was pre ordained. You were meant to have this animal for a reason and vs.
and then the story comes out as to why.

When I look at my other half I think ...we were pre ordained. I needed him in way I needed no other and he took my fancy.
Now I know men will laugh at the next statement because men are simple. lol

I attracted him for a special reason as well, going much deeper than what guys look for in women. lol
Otherwise we would not be together after 37 years.
We always told our friends who'd ask if they should marry, that if they had to ask, it wasn't the right one.

No, we will grow old together. We are growing old together lol

And the kids watch and shake their heads saying boy, the two of you are of one mind and they can't figure it out.
Well yes and no. lol
He is still who he is and I am who I am but together, we are something else.

I guess we are two good eggs with two good egglings to raise trying to make sense , like everyone else, of this world we live in.
We want goodness to reign, families to be raised with good experiences.
We want a world with food on the table and clean fresh water.
We want to see good business not funny business.

Good makes for good but if you do bad, well what goes around comes around in full circle.
And we are seeing this happening right now. Things out of control.
People we trusted, who asked us for trust, betraying the good will of the people.

So who do we trust now? Certainly not men.
So we trust in God because he is there to teach us through our own mistakes and hopes we learn as we hope our children learn.

So I hope by talking about it, we can all one day realize that we have to be on the same page, working towards the same goals and felling one by one, those who exceed greed and heinous acts, by doing things beyond what is considered acceptable behavior.
Our country requires we be guided by the holy spirit which is a uniting force enveloping us all who enter and accepting it, as an existent force.

Man is not different.
Mankind , humanity, is all the same.

Once there was a dishonest painter who used to water down his paint far too much. One day, as he was painting the steeple of a church building, thunderclouds gathered and rain washed all his thinned-down paint away. Then followed a booming voice out of heaven, saying, "Repaint, and thin no more." (repent and sin no more)

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Once a generous Rabbi went to work in the colony of a people called "the Trids." As he was among them, a large and menacing giant appeared on the scene and began abusing the Trids. He picked them up and threw them down and began kicking them mercilessly.

"Hey, stop picking on those poor Trids," the Rabbi interjected. "And stop kicking them. If you must kick someone, kick me instead."

The giant replied, "Silly Rabbi, kicks are for Trids." ( silly rabbit tricks are for kids)

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Who was the wisest financial investor in the Bible?

A: Noah, who floated his stock, while everyone else liquidated their assets.

Happy Tuesday everyone!!!

My Son the Pip Story

My son Nick (pictured above), was other wise known as the Pip because he always loved to wear hats and he loved clothes and still does. I could never buy him things without his approval.He was a ball man and when other kids went to the toy store for toys he was always hanging in the ball section. That's all he ever wanted.
He was a "self" man and still is.
That was some funny kid.
Today he is finishing grade 11 and has one more year to go before hopefully attending university.
When he was in kindergarten, he made me stay the whole year in class with him.
He never bothered with me but my presence was critical. At the end of the year the teachers said no more.
Nick should stay home until he decided to come on his own to school. So he stayed a few lonely days at home and then told me it was ok, if I sat outside the window so he could see me.
So Nick made me sit outside, on a chair, in front of the school window.
It was cold outside but that was where I had to be.
4th of July my Dad died and we had to rush to Quebec.
My Mom, who had Parkinsons and Alzheimers, lay down beside him to die and together they lay for three days.
By the time the neighbors found them, Mom was in critical shape herself.You can't stop Parkinsons pills cold turkey. Her whole body was seized up. They were taking them both to the morgue when they saw her pinky move.
I was calling all this time and couldn't figure out where they were either.
It took us from July to November to get Mom out of the hospital.
She lay on her side and developed a bruise which created a bone infection and the hospital was basically telling me to sign papers to let her die as well.
I said absolutely not!! My parents paid their dues and now they need help and should get what they deserved. The doctors said they would have to cut her leg off.
I told them no, you fix her leg.
It's tough for old people because they don;t want to spend the time or the money to do what is right.
The neurosurgeons have great power to over power your wishes and I was so afraid they would do that in my Moms case.
I told them she was ok and it's not her fault she is here. It's my Dads for not getting the help he needed.My Dad was what they called a Tete carre in Quebec meaning square or hard headed. They escorted English people out and he being a WW2 man, said this is my home and no one is pushing me out.

We all agreed that running from Quebec was the worst thing the English people did.
700.000 left for Ontario.
By the time we made it back to BC from Montreal it was December.
Nick had a lousy summer in the hospital because we had to go from 8 am to 8 pm every day to care for Mom because the hospital refused to. They said they didn't have the capacity to deal with difficult patients. My mom wasn't difficult but the pills she took for Parkinsons gave her Alzheimers.
They over dozed her at the outset of her disease.
The hospital was quite lenient with Nick and he helped give out the meals and collect the trays.They played with him because they knew how hard it was for a child to stay good. But he behaved so well they didn't mind.
We also found out there were two kind of Parkinsons, one I guess that is curable or containable, the one they want to make implants for and one with lesions on the brain, that is not. I think my Mom had the worse one.
She did not shake on the outside very much, like Katherine Hepburn.
It was all internal.

My son couldn't wait to go to school by himself after a hard summer. He missed his friends and felt left out seeing every one else going to school, while he stayed home.

The school in BC was upset as well to have a student so far behind in his studies.
But Nick did so much work over the summer holidays at the hospital and home studies till December, he was way ahead of every one in his class.
He was up to grade three work.
What I loved about our school was they did not follow a speed reading course but stressed on book enjoyment.The kids read an awful lot at his school. We showed the principal and teachers all his work and they smiled and were so happy.

He had a great year that year and plenty of time to get into mischief to make up for the first half of the year, he was not there.lol
We brought my Mother home and she was happy to stay with the family.
Nick had to be the babysitter instead of the other way around.
I don't know what went on in his mind but he sure did a lot of growing up that year.

We have a small family so what was so touching was, when we came home and parked in our driveway, our neighbor Lennard, ran out of the house and greeted Nick with so much joy, it felt like we really came home.
He was also a soccer coach and kept Nicks spot open for so long, so he could come back and play ball.
I will never forget the tears that came to my eyes to have such great neighbors that day. I was truly blessed and even through hard times, tomorrow always brings a better day. I love kids and this was such a nice gesture on his part.
It is true when they say God doesn;t give you what you want but what you need.
And we sure needed a good dose of Lennard that day.:)
We also needed a bigger house with my Mom so we moved a few streets away.