What is a Owl?

What is a Owl

by ♥Lovey♥

I found this lil nest in the cyber world when I was weak,wounded and lost. There weren't many Owls, but we were all feeling the same emotions.

At first, it was a place I could go where I wouldn't feel so lost.
I knew healing could begin, but I wondered, is it possible to build a family with all our hurt and negative all in one place.
We needed the positive to wipe out the negative.

We gathered, we voiced our hurt, we huddled and cuddled and wrapped our wings around each other and found the sunshine.
Sunshine always wipes out the darkness.
The building began.

Laughter painted the walls, personalities decorated the landscape.
The buffet tables set filled with everyone's favorite foods.
We Owls marched, we chatted, we laughed, we cried, we cared for each other and before we knew it, the family was built.

One thing that is very important to the Owls is respect.
Why?
Because our wounds were from "lack of respect".
We are Owls, but we are human beings too.
We are not just a computer monitor, we are not just a bunch of words on a screen.
WE are PEOPLE.
We bleed, we hurt, we have feelings and we are not INSIGNIFICANT particles of dust that can be fluffed away with one little blow.

We are mixed Owls, with different opinions, different likes and dislikes, but one thing that is constant and through us all,is we are not combative.
We read the thoughts of others, share ours, and sometimes say good night leaving with a plate of food for thought.
We are not debaters trying to build points on opinions or fighting for causes.

We are a family of Owls building friendships filled with LOVE.
We protect our family, we wrap our wings around each other in comfort.
This is our nest.

We have welcomed all to enjoy the peace, the love ,the laughter, and the friendship that built this nest.
We have opened our arms to anyone that would like to be an Owl.

I am very proud to be an OWL.
I'm honored to be called LoveyHO.
I love my family and our nest.

Ten Questions

Season Spring, A Painting by ♥Lovey♥

TEN QUESTIONS

by ♥Lovey♥

I love Sunday's. One of my favourite programs, "Inside the Actor's Studio" comes on at 5 p.m.

I find it so interesting how much you can tell about a person, and how much conversation can be made with 10 questions.

I usually answer the questions along with the guest and sometimes they are the same each week and sometimes they change.

It all depends on my mood and thoughts that day.
Here's 10 questions. I'd love to read your answers.

1) What is your favourite word?
2) What is your least favourite word?
3) What turns you on creatively, spiritually, or emotionally?
4) What turns you off creatively, spiritually or emotionally?
5) What sound or noise do you love?
6) What sound or noise do you dislike?
7) What is your favourite curse word?
8) What profession other than your own would you like to attempt?
9) What profession would you not like to do?
10) If Heaven exists, what would you like to hear God say when you arrive at the Pearly Gates?

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Here's Your Sign!

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Here's Your Sign!

by lovey


I can't be alone in admitting that I have done some pretty stupid,crazy and embarrassing things in my adult life. Things that regardless how fast I run from the memory , every once in awhile "bang" it's like it just happened yesterday.

The other day I saw a picture of a trailer that a friend uploaded onto their page. That was the trigger my memory needed to relive one of my most embarrassing stunts from years gone by.

Every weekend hub and I use to spend with friends in Port Huron MI.
We'd enjoy shopping, good food, great music and lots of scotch.
We would camp in a "pop up hard top trailer".
You know the type I talking about. They have double beds on each side, the sink and fridge in the middle and a lil door with a couple of steps down to outside.
One evening I had a terrible cold and it required a bottle of scotch to suppress the hacking cough. ( That's my story and I'm sticking to it)
I wasn't feeling well outside at the fire pit, so I decided to go snuggle in a warm comfy bed until my head stopped spinning.
I had just got cozy when I realized I had to pee.
There was no way I was going to get dressed and walk to the washrooms. They were too far away and it was too cold outside.
As I sat there contemplating how I could relieve myself without staggering across the park, I noticed a bucket sitting by the door.
I got this brilliant idea, " pee in the bucket, empty tomorrow".
I climbed down from the bed, stood in front of the bucket and pulled down my long johns. I didn't want my bum on the bucket so I was straddling and began to pee.
All of a sudden I lost my footing and my bum hit the bucket, my back hit the door, the door flew open, and out I went with my long johns at my ankles, bare ass wide and white,and the bucket with pee in tow.

My luck it was a beautiful evening for a camp fire in the park. Everyone was out enjoying themselves and the entertainment was this "piss pot and me".
As they were laughing hysterically I grabbed my long johns and rose to my feet. I looked around expecting "Bill Engvall"to come from the woods, and say, "Here's Your Sign".

It will take me a month to put that memory away in the vault again, until the next trigger.

Come on, share, your "Here's Your Sign"experiences.

Dream

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nothing other than love~~


Dreams Do Come True

by ♥Lovey♥


To Dream: to see, or have a vision of, in sleep, or in idle fancy;

I have often read or heard of dreams coming true but to know the dreamer and witness the dreams coming true is a story and a piece of myself I would like to share.

This was not a dream of riches, or fame, or to reside on an exotic island.
This was a simple dream to live a normal life to the fullest.

My brother Tim is 3 years my junior.
He was born with a genetic disorder called "Phenylketonuria" a.k.a P.K.U.
As a child this condition was explained to me in simplistic terms.
My brother was born allergic to protein.
In those days there were no infant testings for this type of disorder.This lead to many children being fed protein for the first 6 months of their lives and that protein destroyed brain cells which caused mental retardation.

My brother was diagnosed just before his first birthday.
The damage was done.
Doctors advised our family to place him in an institution for the rest of his life because he would be a "vegetable", a term used frequently in those days. Meaning unable to communicate or walk or care for himself.His brain would always be that of an infant.He was also a severe asthmatic.

My family disagreed.We brought Tim home.He began a diet without protein, only supplements that stopped further damage to his brain.
He learned to walk, talk ( sometimes too much) and became an active child in a special school learning new things everyday.
Daily Tim would be beaten,picked on and called horrible names by the "normal kids" as he waited for his school bus.
That fear and anxiety did not stop this little boy.It made him stronger and more determined to be something in his life.

He dreamed of being a sports superstar, having his own place, having a wife, and living life as he saw others living theirs.
In 1986 Tim went to Calgary as an Olympian in the Special Olympics.
As I watched him run to the finish line,I saw this little boy running into a man, and it was at that moment I knew there was nothing going to stop him from living his life exactly the way HE wanted and without discrimination.
He brought home a gold and bronze metal.The Canadian Government recognized him for his accomplishments and contribution to the community and country.
Four months after the Olympics Tim came to live with Terry (my hubby) and I.

Our focus was to help Tim go from dependent to independent living.
Tim was classified "high functional"but some family members disagreed and believed Tim would always be dependent on someone in the family for survival,we disagreed.So we began the journey to the next part of his dream.He lived with us for 9 years.
It was a struggle and more, but the outcome is a dream come true.

My brother is a well respected and intricate part of the community.He works along side the mentally handicap and in May he will be celebrating his 10th wedding anniversary.

His dreams came true. He earned his metals, he became independent and he has a Mrs.
He is living his life without discrimination or fear.

Dreams do come true, sometimes we need a push, and hand up, or someone to show us the direction, but if we know the dream, there can be no stopping us.