Dream Killer

I had a dream.

I wanted to be a writer. I was a writer. I wrote on this blog.

And then I went to a conference for writers. Some of the other blog writers I had been friends with only online, I got to meet in person.

But they were chosen. I was not.

So I stopped writing. Disenchanted. Envious.

Why were they chosen and I was not? No one needs to hear my story. There’s someone else out there that can tell it and probably tell it better than me.

Dream Killer. That’s me.

Some people say that they can’t not write. To which I laugh and say I’ve been doing a pretty good job of ignoring God for several years now.

This weekend as I listened to Melissa Taylor talk about Dream Killers and Lisa Allen talk about The Rhythm of a Dream, I’m starting to wake up now.

I have a dream.

I want to be a writer. I am a writer. I am writing on this blog.

So this is me … being a Dream Killer Killer … No more killing my dreams. No more listening to the negative thoughts.

I am a writer. I just need to write.

{Special thanks to Shelly for pulling this out of me. Now send me your blog login information so I can fix it!}

RIP Sugar Boyd

The bedroom seems painfully quiet. We miss her snoring…her breathing…even her pooting.

Around Christmas 2008, it was the first time we saw her in our neighbor’s yard. Roaming free around the neighborhood and scared to come close to anyone, she kept her distance from him. Duck built her a dog house…not just any dog house…one with double walls, insulation and a light to keep warm.

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He’d watch out of the window to see if she went in. He lured her in with food, water and a bed. She stayed safe and warm during the snows that winter, and she found a place in our hearts.

I went to talk to my neighbor one afternoon — hoping she would say “take Sugar” but that didn’t happen. Sugar had found a place in her heart as well, even if she couldn’t keep her inside. “We love her too, so if you ever need any help with her, please just let us know.”

The knock on the door came a few months later. Another neighbor had threatened to call Animal Services because Sugar was running loose. In March 2009, she became an inside dog ๐Ÿ™‚

Over the last 4.5 years we’ve had her, she trained us well. She would sit on the back deck and bark once — a special bark — and Duck would go running to let her in. She would follow us around when she knew we had food, knowing we couldn’t resist her big brown eyes. She’d even jump up and catch a chicken nugget in mid-air. You’d have to be careful wearing shorts around her too because she loved to give kisses. Anywhere she saw bare skin got a lick. She would sleep next to the front door to be sure she didn’t miss us when we came home.

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I never once saw her get angry or mean or growl. Not even when the cat would come in and paw at her face, or when Fletcher tried to hump her head ๐Ÿ™‚

She had the spirit of a lap dog in a big girl body. She was the sweetest, most loyal dog. We will miss you Sugar!

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2 Milestones Within 24 Hours

Yesterday my yard was invaded by pink flamingos…

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40th Birthday Pink Flamingos

Also, my wonderful Mother posted pictures on Facebook…

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Wasn’t I cute? Ha!

So I turn 40 yesterday and then today I put my baby (ok she’s 13 now) on a bus to go on her first school field trip without me — a multiple-overnight field trip.

Two milestones within 24 hours. Prayers for Duck are needed in case I lose it! ๐Ÿ™‚