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4Ever Mason In My Heart!

Posted by AngieAlaniz on August 11, 2012
Posted in: Pets, Poems. Tagged: 4EverMason, death, Dog Lovers, Grieving, Life's not fair, Mans best Friend, Mason, My Yorkie Pup, Pain and Sorrow, sadness. 5 Comments

“Love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation.”

Mason 4/1/10 – 8/7/12

From the time I awaked, you’re sweet little face
said I love you so.

We’d cuddle and play this time of course was always yours.

Let’s play ball, ok, let me get coffee and throw a few balls.

Time to get ready we soon need to leave, ok fine, a few more balls.

Packed up my computer my purse my phone my things and of course that cute lovable face.

Too many things in my hands I put you down you ran out the garage door.

A fast racing car ran up the street and down you went as I screamed and screamed.

Please God, please God, don’t take him from me, he was your gift to me.

But now he’s gone and I’m all alone, I needed him so. ;(

Life’s not fair, you’re there I’m here come back to where you belong.

Why did this happen, not fair, you’re there and I am still here.

I miss you more then life, not fair, I now have strife and a knife and despair. 😦

Will you greet me when its my time to leave?

I sure hope so cause I’ll long to see your wagging tail, your twirling welcome home dance and sweet loving face.

Man’s best friend is just not so, this woman loved you ever so much more.

Mason, oh Mason I loved you so, how did you capture my heart and soul to where I can’t nor will ever care to let go.

Grief runs deep count on time being something that heals.
Lies, Lies, I don’t think I agree or believe that is real.

Oh my little guy.
I don’t know what to do about you up here on this post.
I love but its hurts me to see you each time I come here.

Mason2

What should I do? Is it best to delete him or keep him up here?
Presently I feel horrible each way.
What would you do?  

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Help Us get the Word out to Rescue the Lives of Millions of Dogs

Posted by AngieAlaniz on May 25, 2012
Posted in: BloggersUnite.org Making a difference!. Tagged: Animal Cruelty, Animal Rescue, BlogCatalog, BloggersUnite.org, dog mills, Help, Protect digs, Puppy Mills, Rescue Organization, Volunteer. 2 Comments

Bloggers Unite Against Animal Abuse July 23, 2012

Every year millions of dogs are euthanized because not enough people are adopting dogs through local rescue groups and shelters. Instead, many people purchase from pet stores not knowing that most come from puppy mills. (read more @ www.aspca.org/fight-animal-cruelty/puppy-mills/puppy-scams-cons.aspx

HOW CAN YOU MAKE A DIFFERENCE?

  • Blog about a Dog Rescue related topic on July 23rd, 2012
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  • Donate to a local dog rescue organization
  • Foster a dog
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BESIDES ALL OF THAT:

A recent study showed that people who live with pets are actually healthier. Even babies are better off with a pet around despite what we’ve heard in the past. New studies performed by the “Journal Pediatrics” results are quite interesting.

Asthma for example, we’ve always have heard it not a good idea to keep a pet in the house especially if you have a child with Asthma. However these new studies show that dogs may actually protect against respiratory syncytial viruses. Being exposed to pets in an early life can stimulate the immune system by doing a better job fighting off infections.
In fact if a pet lives in your home during the first year of a child’s life, 31% of them have fewer respiratory infections.

For the older and wiser that suffer from Blood Pressure this same study shows pets often helps stabilized blood pressure as it helps with reducing stress.

Self-esteem: is a big plus to have is usually higher as people feel safer when their animals are close by with them when they live alone or just feeling lonely. Pets provide us with an unconditional love, which soothes and fills our hearts in more ways then one.

These statics are manly with dogs though cats seem to have their own benefits though not as strong as dogs according the researcher.

So if you’ve been thinking of perhaps bring a new pet you’re your home, please consider adopting one from your nearest animal shelter as these poor little animals are in desperate need of a loving home.

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Crystal Sharp’s Payback is a Bitch?

Posted by AngieAlaniz on April 22, 2012
Posted in: Random Thoughts. Tagged: A writer scorned, belittles, Crystal Sharp, drama, Gossip, half truths, lies, Payback, rejected, Rumors, skewed. 3 Comments

Really?
It’s still going on?

Why do some people get high on making others look bad?
If that wasn’t enough, some even continue to go on and on about the same old thing when in fact its pretty obvious these x-groupies have nothing better to do then to troll around in hopes of making themselves the center of attention.
OK?….I’ll give them that.
I guess some people just really need to do that?
Or maybe its sheer ignorance; like when someone makes fun of someone with a disability? The drama must make them feel strong?

At first I was annoyed because I happen to know the facts of this particular event and their so call wanta-be story of theirs. But, I found myself becoming amused with the fabrications of their facts as they did indeed get juicier and juicier. So my thoughts were “oh, who cares, let them have their fun”.
However, months later I have to write:

Oh please, underwriter, it’s become your disease.
I know of a groupie that’s displeased. You’ve become a tease with no guarantee.
Proceeding with gossip and rumors foresees ill will a skill that kills only you.
In fact I’m melancholy you have too much folly.
Literati you’re not.

Poor little Crystal Sharp, fury can’t be much fun being known as a writer scorned overly done.

Poor little Crystal Sharp unskillful and cripple belittles and believes its beneficial and fun.
Rejected, feels dejected, I’m sorry that isn’t fun.

Writing things that are ulterior to you makes you seem anything but superior, its desperate and dumb.

Yes I confess I too was amused with your writing skewed.
Watching swing-dig-in of rhythms of rambling canning messy at first was fun.

But I took a polled, now stale and old.
What was once fun now overrun.
Even your animals aren’t having fun.

Silencing can be enlightening; you’re reporting it’s become disquieting.
Sometimes you can’t help looking stupid and dumb.

One may have been a fool, but there’s nothing more foolish then continually being angry and bitter, GET OVER IT ALREADY!

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A True Duck Story from San Antonio,Texas

Posted by AngieAlaniz on March 6, 2012
Posted in: Random Thoughts. Tagged: A duck Story, adventure, Care, Care deelply, Life Honestly, Love, Love Generously, Nature, River Walk, San Antonio, Speak Kindly, Texas. 4 Comments

Something really cute happened in our own downtown area here in San Antonio, Texas where I live this last week.
It also happens at the same office bank were I bank. Since it was so close to home I wanted to share it with anyone who happens to come across my blog.

An accountant clerk by the name of Michael who works at Frost Bank noticed several weeks ago there was a mother duck outside his window. Day after day he watched a mother duck choose the concrete awning outside his window as the unlikely place to build a nest above the sidewalk. The mallard laid ten eggs in a nest in the corner of the planter that is perched over 10 feet in the air. She dutifully kept the eggs warm for weeks, and last Monday afternoon all of her ten ducklings hatched.

Michael worried all night how the momma duck was going to get those babies safely off their perch in a busy, downtown, urban environment to take to water, which typically happens in the first 48 hours of a duck hatching. Tuesday morning, Michael watched the mother duck encourage her babies to the edge of the perch with the intent to show them how to jump off. Office work came to a standstill as everyone gathered to watch.

The mother flew down below and started quacking to her babies above. In disbelief Michael watched as the first fuzzy newborn trustingly toddled to the edge and astonishingly leapt into thin air, crashing onto the cement below. Michael couldn’t stand to watch this risky effort nine more times! He dashed out of his office and ran down the stairs to the sidewalk where the first obedient duckling, near its mother, was resting in a stupor after the near-fatal fall. Michael stood out of sight under the awning-planter, ready to help.

As the second one took the plunge, Michael jumped forward and caught it with his bare hands before it hit the concrete.. Safe and sound, he set it down it by its momma and the other stunned sibling, still recovering from that painful leap. (The momma must have sensed that Michael was trying to help her babies.)


One by one the babies continued to jump.. Each time Michael hid under the awning just to reach out in the nick of time as the duckling made its free fall. At the scene the busy downtown sidewalk traffic came to a standstill. Time after time, Michael was able to catch the remaining eight and set them by their approving mother.

At this point Michael realized the duck family had only made part of its dangerous journey. They had two full blocks to walk across traffic, crosswalks, curbs and past pedestrians to get to the closest open water, the San Antonio River , site of the famed “River Walk.” The onlooking office secretaries and several San Antonio police officers joined in. An empty copy-paper box was brought to collect the babies. They carefully corralled them, with the mother’s approval, and loaded them in the container.. Michael held the box low enough for the mom to see her
brood. He then slowly navigated through the downtown streets toward the San Antonio River . The mother waddled behind and kept her babies in sight, all the way.

As they reached the river, the mother took over and passed him, jumping in the river and quacking loudly. At the water’s edge, Michael tipped the box and helped shepherd the babies toward the water and to the waiting mother after their adventurous ride.

All ten darling ducklings safely made it into the water and paddled up snugly to momma. Michael said the mom swam in circles, looking back toward the beaming bank bookkeeper, and proudly quacking.

At last, all present and accounted for:

“We’re all together again. We’re here! We’re here!”

And here’s a family portrait before they head outward to further adventures….

Like all of us in the big times of our life, they never could have made it alone without lots of helping hands. I think it gives the name of San Antonio ‘s famous “River Walk” a whole new meaning!

Live honestly, Love generously, Care deeply, Speak kindly & Leave the rest to God.

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Cancer Sucks

Posted by AngieAlaniz on November 11, 2011
Posted in: Poems. Tagged: Cancer, disease, frustrating, illness, malignant growth, survive. 3 Comments

An Ugly Word


Cancer, so ugly the word dispiritedly cuts like a sword.

Cancer, not speaking Gemini and Leo between stars.

Cancer, malignant growth literally deliberately violating increases abnormally uncontrollable develops spreads and grows.

Cancer, indiscriminately won’t single you out and can get out of control.

Cancer, ridiculously scary misanthropy is what it hunts and lusts for.

Cancer, gee-whiz turns quickly into a horrible uneasy disease.

Cancer, isn’t a breeze can seize and miserably you plead.

Cancer, cynicism is felt I hate what it does.

Cancer, volitionally takes more then what we have to give.

Cancer, support is rough slough and never enough.

“ENOUGH”

Stop dancing with cancer

Time to survive

Strive to live and forgive it’s massive to our internal power drive.

Eat well move well its time to rebuild.

Look up above keep your eyes on the Dove

Clinically prospectively neuroscience affectively

isn’t “Love” ultimately what heals all?

First written in:
BrooWaha.com

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Suicide Numbers – Mind-Boggling

Posted by AngieAlaniz on June 4, 2011
Posted in: BloggersUnite.org Making a difference!. Tagged: 2011, death, getting help, hurt, illness, life, pain, Prevention, Sept. 10th, suicide. 17 Comments

Suicide Statistics show that more then 32,000 people take their own lives every single year? How can that be so? I can’t even get my mind wrapped around that thought much less the number behind it. Imagine 80 people a day have enough hurt and pain inside them to want to take their own life.
That’s twice as many homicides, making suicide the 4th leading cause of death between ages 18- 65. That’s only in America.

I can’t imagine anyone in their right mind wanting to end their own life. That would mean that an individual would be suffering so badly that they just didn’t see any “hope” for whatever problem or situation they are dealing with.
Obviously suicide is much more common then we might think and these people who are going threw this type of pain compare their own lives with like one shooting an injured horse to put it out of its misery. But even though its what we are told is best for the horse when its broken a leg, I still don’t get how putting a bullet threw its head, makes things better? ☹

I believe life is precious and every breath is a gift to us.
Sure we have our ups and downs and sure some times a situation is so horrible that one can’t imagine or quite understand what an individual might be going threw. Maybe it might be better for me to shut up about this subject as I just can’t comprehend it. But I do know that in order to help people with this ordeal or try and get these kind of people help we need to educate people like “me” about what to do when we come across a person with this type of despair. The numbers are to large to ignore meaning that it may very well be someone very close to us might have these types of thoughts and we don’t even know it or realize it until its to late. ☹

I imagine its people with a serious illness that want to end it all to avoid a prolonging and agonizing death.

People who abuse drugs and alcohol.

Perhaps people who have lost someone very close to them and can’t seem to live without the one they love.

Then of course the ones who actually talk about it doing it.

So, what do we do?

Listen without judging them and assure them you care and want to help. Encourage them to express there feelings freely and never minimize what they are feeling. Then check on them daily reassuring them you are there for them.

Those are some of my personal thoughts and just common sense but again I am not an expert on the subject.
Though from what I have read the best thing would be to call a crisis center and speak to their family making sure they are also aware of the situation.

For more information about resources in your area, contact a community organization, such as the Canadian Mental Health Association, which can help you find additional support.

Need help? In the U.S., call 1-800-273-8255
National Suicide Prevention Lifeline

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International Day of Compassion in honor of Dr. Patch Adams

Posted by AngieAlaniz on April 27, 2011
Posted in: BloggersUnite.org Making a difference!. Tagged: 2011, Caring, Compassion, Dr. Patch Adams, Helping, Join US, Love, May 15, Passion. Leave a comment

On May 15th of 2011

           “Sharing IS Caring”

Can you remember how many times you’ve heard that little phrase as a kid? As an adult? I would guess a good dozen times and each time it was said, it brought a smile to your face, simply because of a simple little memory that’s stowed away deep in your heart. Yet, today we live our lives day after day forgetting about “who or why” it was that shared a special moment with us that expressed some kind of an act of love with us.
NOT !
Scratch that, the reason we remember it no matter how long it was or how little of a moment it was, is because its stowed away in our hearts forever. We might live our lives day after day not dwelling on them, but when times are rough or we’re feeling sad, or simply need a self picker upper, its these moments that keep us alive and moving forward.

*One very special man who’s created a ton of special moments in more ways then one is Dr. Patch Adams. His name might ring a bell as Hollywood did create a movie in his honor. Robin Williams played the good doctor on the big screen.
Dr. Adams unbelievable success rate in healing the body, mind and spirit along with laughter goes a long way with two main ingredients. Love & compassion.

His story began right after medical school in 1971. His dream was to open his own hospital that would help people with all types of health care issues, all at the same facility. Since a diploma doesn’t come with advanced funds he along with three of his friends who happen to be doctors and his children moved into a 6 bedroom house and soon right after a few nurses joined them and they started to help people in every sense of the word. No exception, if you needed care, you received it, and if you couldn’t pay, then you didn’t have to. His message was clear from the start. “If you need us, we’re here with any kind of health issues you might need. We treat anything from birth to death. If you’ve been told your going to die, I’m your man, come and stay with us”.

Donations started coming in after 12 years of serving his community. The amount received was very limited and Dr. Adams and his staff took on second jobs to help pay for basic requirements that were needed to keep operating. Today 40 years later and more then 15,000 patients treated, his work has spread though out the world. The unbelievable rate of his success with his one on one special TLC treatment is well to be desired by more then just the needy.

Please watch the video below and tell me if its not hard to give freely to his organization.
Every little bit helps, and keep in mind those three little words.
“Sharing is Caring”


Yes, indeed.

Please visit his website and click here to donate.

Watch this video and learn more.

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Somebody Wake Me!

Posted by AngieAlaniz on July 10, 2010
Posted in: Poems. Tagged: broowaha, creative, discomfort. Somebody wake me, dreaming, Mirror, Poem, troubled, Wondered. Leave a comment

Originally written on BrooWaha.com 
by me.

A simple little poem dealing with an early morning wake up call.

I look in the mirror and what do I see?

A woman, a mother, oh wait, what’s this I see?

It’s me? Can’t be? I saw her move, yet not like me.

She speak’s she says, “touch the glass and come be with me”.

Am I dreaming? Can it be? Oh well, here I go, 1-2-3.

I’m in, oh wait, where could she be? She was here a minute ago, wasn’t she?

I can’t move, though I am free all around me.

I scream, I yell, “who’s here with me? I know I saw you, you invited me.

No sound, no motion, seems no one is around.
Where are you? Who are you? Is there something to be found?

Wondered, troubled, discomfort sits in.

No doubt, I better get back, to where I fit in.

The mirror, the glass, I need to get back.

I touch, then tap, start hitting the glass, but things don’t happen, just like that.

A knock, a voice, at a distance speaks out to me, “can I come in”?

I yell and scream, “YES, please do come in”.

She enters, thank G_d, my daughter, “help me, can you see me?

I’m stuck in the glass, look up at me”!

She doesn’t see or hear me, she seems rushed.
“I’m here, help me, look up, I’m stuck.”

She’s looking and searching but not for me.

Oh wait, that’s my Chanel and Yves Saint Laurent, don’t you dare take my Poison Dior, from me.

She doesn’t hear me, she’s gone, now what?

Oh well, at least she’s got style as anyone can see.

She’s back, I scream, hey you, can’t you see me?

Oh no it gets worse, this can’t be?

She’s packing the Gucci, and slipping on Fendi’s, geez, what a treat for her feet.

I frown, then sigh, what’s this I hear?

She whisperers the words, “Oh yes, they look better on meee”.
She’s gone and leaves, with such elegant ease.

I smile, ok why not? She’s mine, yes indeed.

A touch, a shake, you’re going to be late, aren’t you awake?

A dash of cream, no sugar, here’s your coffee dear.
Then says “I’m off have a great day.

I sit, take a little sip, then see, oh yes, how great it is, all my goodies still in their place, for me.

Relax, exhale, 10 more mins to recover, next time, please ….. SOMEBODY WAKE ME!

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