My husband and I met each other when working for the same company in the U.S. It was an instant attraction. It wasn’t long before I officially moved in with him. After about two years together, our love grew very strong. The day then arrived when we decided to get married, which was soon followed by a request for my hand in marriage from my parents. What a sweet old-fashioned gentleman! The whole period was quite romantic. I’d share more details of that romance, but hubby told me that some details he’d like to keep just between the two of us. I must respect that. Instead, in this post I will concentrate on just the preparations and events surrounding a marriage abroad. From this point until after the wedding, hubby will be referred to as “fiancé”. Continue reading
I am so excited to announce that after grieving the loss of my pet Pacific Parrotlet for seven months, my husband and I finally decided it was time to welcome a new pet friend into our household. This time we decided to adopt a Hahn’s macaw. Hahn’s macaws are like mini macaws. They look a bit like a regular large macaw, but are more the size of a conure, or a little bigger than a cockatiel.
We are yet to name our young lad, but we have already fallen in love with him. He is four months old, and will need to get used to being in a household with people. He seems to be a mild-mannered guy, but that could change once he gets used to us and our home.
I am home almost all day long, so he will get lots and lots of attention. He will also surely serve as my new emotional support animal. Back in February, after I lost my pet parrotlet, I wrote about the significance of emotional support animals, both official and unofficial. If anyone is interested in that post you can find it at The Emotional Support Pet.
Please wish me luck with my new friend, and feel free to share your loving stories about your pet(s). They are so so important to many of us.
It was September 2004 when my mental illness worsened more than ever before; due to several factors I won’t go into here. My husband was quite concerned and decided to take me to the mountains to recover. Prior to the trip, I found that my mother seemed quite unwell, always in her bed napping. My father and I discussed the matter, but he said her doctor just told her to get some rest and take some pills he prescribed for her. Continue reading
What did my mother ever do to you? What did her children, including me, do to you? Throughout our lives you showed us so much hate. You were critical of something we did or didn’t do at least once every time we ever saw you. I just don’t understand why you treated us like that. Why? Continue reading
Sometimes I sit down and write a letter, e-mail, or card of appreciation to someone (or some organization) for the good work that they do, or the kindness they show me or people I care about. I didn’t always do this, especially in my youth. It is something I started to do more in my late 30s. Of course sometimes if I see them face to face, I might express the appreciation verbally. That is appreciated, but I think that when it’s written down it is often extra special. The person can keep the note or card as a memento of sorts. They may even be used as words of recommendation for others to read. Also, the writing of the expression shows an extra special effort that spoken words might not equal. Continue reading
What the heck just landed on my head?
I guess he’s just a shiny feathered gem
Perched upon my high pink crown he sits there proudly
Beyond my reach he eludes my grasp quite shrewdly
Continuation from My very first love (Part 2)
Following my first love, Mihai, across the country was an exciting prospect. I was just so happy that he loved me enough to want me to join him, and not leave me in New Jersey. I was only about 22 years old at the time. I had never lived with a man before. I guess deep down I thought this was a first step to an eventual marriage. Continue reading
We walked up stairs and stairs along the many waterfalls at Ricketts Glen in Pennsylvania. My husband (then boyfriend) took photographs all along the way. He got a little too adventurous, though, at one spot, and down he fell. His body started sliding down the slimy rocks along the edge of one, but it only took me a millisecond to react. I grabbed his arm with all my might, and hoisted him back to safety. The only injury that he experienced was a dent on the hood of his camera lens.
Our friend Hazel was a 6 feet tall Amazon, with a wit and intelligence just as high. Nothing matched her infectious teasing humor, and she always said what was on her mind.
Over 20 years ago, it was Hazel that first guessed that my hubby and I caught each other’s eyes. Continue reading
Consider reading My very first love (Part 1) before proceeding.
NOTE: This post contains some mild sexual content. If you are under 18 years old or prefer not to read such content, please skip this post. I only included it because it’s relevant to this part of the story. Also, I have changed the name of my Polish American female friend to Krista. Continue reading