Celebrate the Small Things: Bombs!

This week I've been greatly distracted. I'm thankful for the writing time I've had this week. Almost every quiet moment I've had, has been spent in prayer. 

Tuesday, while I was working on a scene in Killer Atilettos, thunder boomers and lightning surrounded my neighborhood. While I was experiencing this my daughter, No-No and her husband, Ya'akov, we're running to their safe room, while sirens were sounded and rockets were being fired into Israel.

They live in Bene A'yish. It's tucked between Tel Aviv and Jerusalem.

Yesterday morning, No-No watched eight rockets shoot over her neighborhood. The Iron Dome intercepted each one.

So today, I celebrate my daughter and son-in-laws safety. I also celebrate that God is with them and all of Israel and all the innocent, this includes the Palestinians. They are Hamas's puppets.

This post was brought to you by VikLit, at Scribblings of an Inspiring Author.

Thank You, Lord of Hosts! I thank you that You are Israel's Protector and Fortress! I thank You that you are their Deliverer and that You are an Almighty God!

Hugs and chocolate, all!

Shelly

For Now

I've been thinking and thinking. Since life keeps throwing me curve balls, and I really need to finish a few projects, Killer Stilettos and the extended version of Time on Her Side, I will only be posting for Celebrate the Small Things on Fridays.

I figure, too, since there's been a lot of negative in my life, I'll just take the time to focus on the positives. 

Sometimes we just need to reflect inwardly and make a few adjustments. That's my plan.

I'm also hoping to read more blogs that I follow and help critique some of Emily McKeon's stuff.

Hugs and chocolate, all!

Shelly

Celebrate the Small Things

It's another Friday to Celebrate the Small Things with VikLit, over at Scribblings of an Inspiring Author.

First, Happy Fourth! I celebrate our freedom to speech, thought, expression, and the written word.

Secondly, I want to thank everyone who visited my Monday post who left kind words. Many apologies though, I haven't had time to comment or visit anyone the last few days.

It looks as if Sir Poops will be spending his fourth in front of the sliding door, taking in the sights and sounds. While he's never enjoyed being outdoors, he loves to watch it all through a window. He hates the feel of any grass and doesn't care much for hot pavement.

Sweetman and I will make sure he gets what he loves before he leaves us. But not chocolate. Hopefully, God will give him a bowl full when he gets to heaven. I'm pretty sure it won't be poisonous to fur-peeps in heaven.

Have a lovely Fourth with your families, friends, and pets. Take time to rest, too. 

Happy Shabbats if you practice!

Hugs and chocolate,

Shelly

The Days are Numbered

Oh boy! The last 48 hours have been tough. One of my most bestests friends in the whole wide world was rushed to the vet yesterday morning.

This is Sir Poops from several months back.

When he woke up yesterday, he was breathing funny and his legs were wobbly.

After the vet ran a few labs and gave him an x-Ray, I was told his heart was enlarged and that he had fluid in his lungs. Not too mention, his intestines were inflamed and full of gas.

A couple of weeks back, he had a severe colitis attack. This made his heart weaker.

I've been told that his days are numbered. Before bringing him home, the vet gave him some shots to help revive him. I was also given heart and lung meds.

Today, he's much better. But he can't walk or stand for long. He's still drinking and eating. He's still wanting to be held. And he still wants to be on the sofa with us. Right now, he's watching a Transformer's movie. He loves his TV.

If there is one thing I know, he's been the most loyal being I've ever had in my life. He loves me no matter what and has always went out of his way to cheer me up. And even in his current state, he's still trying to keep me happy. We've been together for 13 years.

This fur peep has been there through my dating blunders, my daughter drama, meeting the Sweetman, and then marrying him. I'm sure he has a few good stories to write himself.

Anyway, please forgive me if I don't get around to read and comment on your blogs. My life has changed just a wee bit, once more. Sir Poops will be in diapers for the rest of what life he has left. And since he can't stand for very long, I'm back to hand feeding him.

So as you can see, this writer has a another life outside of her imagination.

Hugs and chocolate and hug your fur-peeps!

Shelly

Celebrate the Small Things

It is the last Friday in June to Celebrate the Small Stuff with VikLit, over at Scribblings of an Inspiring Author.

I know I'm late posting, too. Usually, I write this post throughout the week. Today, I'm typing and posting from my IPhone. 

This week I celebrate the following:

* The lady named Ibrahim who was put into prison for being a Christian and marrying a Westerner. Her unborn child and her living one were all three thrown into an Islamic prison months ago for the above mentioned. She was set free at the beginning of this week.

* Not that I'm celebrating this ... But I had a vision or a dream about the 3 Israeli boys kidnapped by the Hamas a few weeks ago. God is with them like Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednigo. Pray for these boys and their families. Their names are Eyal, Gilad, and Naftali.

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* Tuesday, my daughters and I got a lot done for the new baby's arrival. But there is more to do.

* I'm thankful for the little bit of writing I've been able to fit in around my crazy schedule.

* And for all the great veggies my garden is keeping the Sweetman and I fed with.

 

 

I hope everyone has a happy weekend. Happy Shabbats if you practice!

I'll be around today and tomorrow and Sunday, too, playing catch up.

Hugs and chocolate!

Shelly

Sweetman the Plumber-Man

Yesterday morning, around 7:30 AM, the Sweetman decided to replace our spicket in the kitchen right before I had to go into The Salon.

He had watched a YouTube video on how to do it. He even bought the suggested tools to use. 

So under our sink he went.

'Get me a paper towel.'

'Dammit!"

"Get me a bucket!"

"Oh shit!"

"I'm telling you, monkeys must've put this damn thing in."

The suggested tools he bought prooved to be useless under the sink. The instructional video made it look easy-peasy to remove it. But the poor Sweetnan was literally doing circus contortions trying to get the darned thing out.

So he resorted to the old mighty hacksaw and me holding the old spicket in place. I thought for sure one of us was going to lose a finger or even a hand. But twenty minutes later the only thing that fell into the kitchen sink was the old spicket.

Another twenty minutes of struggling and a few more cuss words ...  and TaDa!

Our new spicket! And I'm glad it's over.

This morning, I managed to type 608 new words exactly on Killer Stilettos, even though I'm dealing with a barometric pressure headache. 

I worked on it for two hours. But not without laying down twice. These headaches really get in the way. I've taken Tylenol and Benedryl. 

I pray to be like my sunflower. It stays tall no matter what comes its way. It should bloom soon. So should Killer Stilettos.

I hope everyone has a Happy Monday and week. I'll be getting ready for work soon. Hoping to visit blogs in between heads of hair later.

Tomorrow, I'll be with my daughters. Number 5 is expecting her first baby come August 22nd. So no writing tomorrow. It will be a day of organizing and cleaning her place for me. 

See everyone on Friday when I Celebrate the Small Stuff.

Hugs and chocolate!

Shelly

Celebrate the Small Things

Happy Friday, everyone! It's time to Celebrate the Small Things with VikLit .

I'm going to try and keep this short. It's Thursday night, and I'm planning to go to bed soon. Gotta get up early in the AM since I'm opening up The Salon.

But I do have some things to be thankful about:

* Last Saturday, I got a new do. Whacked it off, in fact. My arms needed one less head of hair to do.

* Monday I celebrated Father's Day with my dad. We had a nice brunch at Peaches and went to the movies. We saw Noah.

I celebrate that I paid 2 dollars a piece. It was not worth more than that. My dad and I joked around through the whole movie.

If I were to leave a review, I could sum it up in one word. Weird.

* Sir Poops is doing much better. I celebrate everyone's prayers. He's eating rice and baby food and keeping it down and in.

* And I celebrate getting in some writing time this week. I completed two chapters.

Here's a diddy form Killer Stilettos:

Once in the bathroom, I shut the door behind me. As fast as I could, I slipped off my hilt and out of the blue hospital gown and slinked the wedding dress over my head and let it drape my naked body. A bra and some panties would’ve been nice. I wasn’t for going commando or letting the girls loose. The thirty-six C’ers were definitely floppers, bouncing here and there. I hope no one notices. The last thing I wanted were cold nipples displaying themselves in front of the whole world to see, especially the Underworld ... of all places.

Okay. It's time for me to get ready for bed. Have a happy weekend and a Happy Shabbats, if you practice!

Hugs and chocolate!

Shelly