It’s A Dragon’s Loyalty Thing!

This past Saturday we  were recently nominated for the Dragon’s Loyalty Award by Ritu at But I Smile Anyway… You should go over and visit. She is full of wit and wisdom and you will surely come away a follower.

About the Dragon’s Loyalty Award… This is an award which is granted to folks who follow your blog and who comment regularly. Thanks for thinking of us Ritu.

The rules are quite simple-

!.  Put the award logo in your post.
2. Thank the person who nominated you and include a link to their blog in your post .
3. Nominate other bloggers.

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As always there is no pressure at all to participate. If you run an award free blog zone and are nominated by Runaway Nuns and Leprechauns it’s simply our way of sending additional thanks, best wishes and blog love your way!

That being said here are our nominees are:

10 Years a Single Woman, Notes from the U.K. and dray0308.

#PhotoRehabCoverMakeover

Lucile De Godoy has launched a new photo challenge called the “Photo Rehab Cover Makeover,” as part of her Photo 101Rehab Clinic.

Instructions: To make a cover for the book, CD or movie that is provided

What to do:

  • Every Thursday the name of a book or movie, etc will be given along with her take on a new cover.
  • Prepare a new cover by using either an archived photo or a new photo that goes with the theme.
  • Prepare and publish the new post. Remember to Ping Back (hyperlink) to the original post or copy your  link to the comments section of the original post.
  • Use the tag #PhotoRehabCoverMakeover, so that the post can be located in the WP reader.
    Add your photo to the link. In this way your photo is exposed to the other participants and the audience of the Photo Rehab.
  • If you wish, to add the Photo Rehab badge to your post you may do so
  • There will be a weekly wrap up of all the ingenious cover makeover photos!

         This weeks cover:

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My cover makeover:

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LGBT Woes

Since the Supreme Court’s 5-4 decision to strike down bans on same-sex marriage nationwide, my social media timelines have been inundated with comments and posts relating to this matter. I’ve seen some for, some against and some who couldn’t care less. I totally agree that each person is entitled to his or her opinion and I also agree that everyone has a right to share that opinion. What I don’t agree with is the fact that homosexuality has become the only wrong sin.

This frustrates me so much so that after reading a post shared by a FB friend in which he did the old…”I don’t agree, but I love Cousin Johnny anyway”, I decided that it was my turn to speak up, speak out and speak long and loud!

*Disclaimer

1.  This is my personal opinion and this is my personal blog.

2.   The fact that you may disagree with me is of no real relevance to me (as my opinion is of no relevance to you).

3.   I welcome all comments and encourage each of you to feel free to post in the comments section

In the original post I addressed my FB friend by name but for purposes of this blog he shall be nameless:

Hi ——–, I love you as a fellow human, as my brother in blue and the fact that you regularly show and share your love of God is a welcome plus in my opinion – and another reason why I love you, my friend! Let me get to my point…I think there are millions of people who are missing/avoiding/ignoring one of the most important issues of all here.. Everyone – and I mean EVERYONE- walking God’s green earth deserves to be respected and have their rights to live, laugh and love respected! What gives anyone the right to say where the line is drawn? Is there any difference between two men being in a monogamous, loving, RESPECTFUL relationship and a man and woman who are married?… Let’s sweeten the pot…. that married man does all he can to get a woman, other than his wife, to accompany him to his hotel room and into his bed… Do you really think God is keeping score like that? Man with man -negative 0; man with woman +10— oops wait— she’s not his wife… better subtract a few points for that…

From what I’ve been taught, we are all sinners and, although we all have burdens to bear, none of us have the burden (or the right) to decide who goes where after death! Yes, each one should teach one BUT yes, each one should sweep around his and her own front door first, last and always!

P.S. You mentioned that you love your friends and family members who are gay and just because being gay is the lifestyle they “chose” you love them no less… People CHOOSE to lie, steal, CHEAT, commit adultery, covet thy neighbors wives or husbands…etc. and when caught there are various consequences.

Answer this: How many of these consequences, in any way, compare to being ridiculed, taunted, hated by millions, treated as an outcast, mocked, treated with contempt, scoffed at, despised, etc. on a daily basis – forever? Now answer this: which of your “friends or family members” (the ones who are gay) are you calling a stupid, dumb ass, mentally challenged, effing idiot-  because surely that’s what they’d have to be to “choose” to endure all of that! I’ve met so many people in my life, heterosexual and homosexual, that I’ve forgotten who some of them are, but I’ve never met anyone who “chose” to be gay.

Love you my brother!

 

 

#3 of 5 in 5!

Barney has been a favorite of mine since my oldest daughter was an infant. Believe it or not he has been an inspiration to me throughout the years through his songs, his silly dances and his words of wisdom. I have an entire collection of Barney videos in my collection. I decided to share one of my faves as my #3 in my 5 photos in 5 days collection.

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Just Imagine all the things we can be

When our imaginations run free!

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My Big Guy

My Word Press avatar is a photo of my Chocolate Labrador Retriever, Jean- Lucca Raffiki. I have become quite fond of writing recently, and it is through this medium that I will grieve his loss. This morning, I had to make the most difficult decision of my adult life. I had to have “my Lucca” euthanized. I won’t go into detail about why I had to make that decision, but I will say that it was the only choice I had.

For the next few days I will share memories through poetry, comments, short stories and posts in general. I hope this helps me, you and anyone else grieving the loss of the type of companion I found in my big guy.

NaPoWriMo day 3 (late night posting)

“My GB”

My baby came home to surprise me

She told me she wouldn’t be here

I cried when she walked in my room tonight

It seemed like it’d been a whole year

She’s actually been gone just three months

But I missed her as if it’d been longer

Each time that she leaves I think it’ll be easy

But it seems the pain gets that much stronger

She’s my girl, my shoulder, my lifeline

She’s my sunshine, my heartbeat, my rock

She makes me so proud to be her mom

She’s got best daughter on lock

This poem may not be inspiring

To anyone who gives it a read

But it’s not to inspire or to change you

I don’t need you to follow my lead-

I just wanted to put it on paper

My feelings for my girl GB

See without her to keep  me in line

I know not where I’d be.

Rochelle Harris

A single mom, but not for real——

A single mom, but not for real——-

According to dictionary.com, basically the definition of the word single is as follows:

sole, lone, solitary, by itself/oneself, alone, unaccompanied, unsupported by others

I’ve come to realize quite a few things as a single mom. Among those things this one stands out…

I may be single, but I’m definitely not alone, unaccompanied or unsupported—-

My support system consists of…

(1)my 22 year old daughter (2)Runaway Nun #2 (3) my mom (4)my older brother (5)my younger brother and (6) my daughters’ godmother

Recently we celebrated my 98 pound chocolate Lab, Lucca’s, sixth birthday. I refer to him as my boy because he is such a big part of our family- he loves us and we love him. We had a full fledged birthday party for him, complete with party hats, decorations and a piñata. In a not- so- brilliant move, I gave him one of those foot long Wal Mart bones as a gift. We also have a Morkie and a Yorkie Poo so I put my big guy in his room and put the baby gate up so that they wouldn’t disturb him (or be eaten by him) while he enjoyed his gift.

My 10 year old daughter and Lucca are extremely close. He often sleeps with/on her and I believe he would protect her with his own life. Here’s where things go bad…and my next not- so- brilliant move… I neglected to remind my little girl NOT to disturb him either.  Well, she did and he snapped at her. Unfortunately, his snap was quicker than her jump back and he made contact with her face-with his teeth. Yes, he bit her in her face. He did one of those barking snaps, the kind that would normally serve as a warning (except she was too close and not fast enough to avoid his teeth). She let out a blood curdling scream and when I got to her she was in full panic/pain mode. Initially, I thought he’d merely frightened her, but the moment I saw the blood, I knew better. I immediately yelled at him and quarantined him to his kennel then I grabbed her and tried to console her and check her injuries. She was reluctant to let me get a good look at her face so I ushered her into the bathroom to get a better look and then decided to take her to the hospital to have it checked by a doctor. Before going to the hospital, Runaway Nun #2 vowed to join us as soon as she secured the house and the other dogs, and in my third and final not- so- brilliant move of the evening- I took my little girl to my mom’s house to get a second opinion. She took one look and told me to take her to the hospital.

I called my little girl’s godmother and she met us at the hospital. After checking in, I called my older daughter and told her what happened. She panicked, I calmed her down, then she asked if her little sister was ok (in about 15 different ways). When she was comfortable that she (her little sister) would survive, she asked if Lucca was ok. I assured her that the hospital visit was just a precautionary measure, that Lucca was home, kenneled and lucky to be alive- but alive, and I promised to call after we saw the doctor.

While waiting to see the doctor I received a call from my older brother. He had spoken with my mother and called to

1. ask if his niece was ok and

2. ask if I needed him to come home from the West coast and kill my dog

I calmly told him that

1. I was positive that she was fine and

2. I DID NOT need him to kill my dog

…things went downhill from there…..

Oh my little girl was, in fact, just fine. She suffered some superficial lacerations on her nose, upper lip and just under her eye. We waited over three hours in the ER to see a doctor and finally left without being seen; by then I’d had a chance to get a good look at her face and it was obvious that she didn’t need stitches (some warm soapy water to clean it and some antibiotic ointment, but no stitches).

The fact that we didn’t see a doctor went unchallenged but my unwillingness to either kill or get rid of Lucca became the hot (over heated) topic of the hour…day…and week! I received so many calls from my older brother that night that I stopped answering his calls. The next morning my younger brother called and gave me his advice – saying that obviously Lucca did not regard my little girl as an alpha figure in our house. He said that Lucca should see himself as #5 in the pecking order with the humans representing numbers one thru four. God knows I love that man and although I know Lucca’s a pretty smart fellow, I’ve never seen him count, so this piece of advice sort of fell on deaf ears.

Now on to my older brother-again…. he sent “nasty grams” to me and my older daughter over and over again throughout the next few days and he vowed to “hold us responsible” if Lucca ever injured my little girl again. He also said that “clearly” I wasn’t putting my little girl’s well-being ahead of my love for my dog. He told me (thru text message) to “get rid of the dog”—

God knows I love that man too and I know he’s brilliant and he loves my little girl but damn- NOBODY LOVES HER LIKE I DO-  so I refused to allow him to make this kind of decision for me or to bullyrag me into doing something I would regret.

My little girl cried when I suggested we make Lucca an outside dog and when I told her that my older brother said we should get rid of him she said “he never had a dog or a pet”—-

I took her to her pediatrician the day after the bite for a tetanus shot and Lucca was up to date on all of his shots before the bite.

My older daughter asked my little girl if she is afraid of Lucca now and she said “a little” (I think it’s a healthy fear- she gives him his space when he’s eating and she avoids leaning over in his face- at all). Also, I monitor the two of them (like a hawk) when they’re around one another.

As a single mom I am truly blessed to have such a strong supportive- support system. I love  each and every one of them with all my heart and I am so very grateful to God that they love me and my girls so much—-

P.S. these people are the reason that I am

                      A single mom, but not for real———

A Winning Hand

We were thrilled to be featured on belleofthecarnival.com today. In our haste and excitement, we failed to edit and re-edit our description so there are a couple of grammatical errors. No biggie, we think you’ll get the gist of it and we’re certain that you’ll enjoy the poem “A Winning Hand”.

Belle of the Carnival

I am overjoyed to share with all of you Rochelle Harris’s warm and touching poem “A Winning Hand” on this Poetry Friday.
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Runaway Nuns and Leprechauns is a collaborated effort created by me, Rochelle,  the primary writer, the jokester and the wild child and my partner in crime, Yevette, the editor in chief, prayer warrior, and resident heckler.
I grew up in a very small town in Mississippi. My grandmother was the “Mother” of the Baptist church in our rural community. One Sunday during the Easter season, the Sunday school teachers were assigning parts for the upcoming play. I stepped up and said to the teacher “I want one”. Although I was only 4 years old my grandmother assured the teacher that I was capable of memorizing and reciting a poem.
I was so excited that I learned my poem in record time but,,, when I got up the following…

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