Let's Begin Again - For the 90th Time
I have a lot of blogs. You'd never know it though because I create them and then they sit, languishing in the ether. Oh, I might make a post or two but then...nothing. I could say that this blog will be different but, statistically speaking, chances aren't good. We shall see though, right?
First, I am sure you want to know who I am. Me too. Oh, I know my name is Ravyn and that I am married - for more than thirty years - with no children. Unless you count the ones with fur. Currently there are five of them living with us. Three Bombay cats named Spike, Ducky and Bell. Well, technically that should be Spike, Onyx and Michael Bell but you know how nicknames quickly become their names and hence Ducky and Bell. Spike is 15 and Ducky and Bell are 14. Spike is their dad.
We are also lucky enough to be loved by a tan and white Dutch rabbit named Riley. He's 9. He is a true snuggle bunny that loves broccoli. He gets called Ri-Ri a lot. Riley is too common a name for the fuzzy butt.
Last, but not least, is my Emotional Support Baby, Loki. Sounds fierce right? Loki is a 7 pound Parti-colored Yorkshire Terrier. Or as we call him, "the Yorkshire Terrorist". He even has a shirt that says that. Yet again, sounds fierce? Then you meet him and realize that the only way he'd kill you is either by licking you to death or of you choking because he is making you laugh too hard. He is my sweetie. He is also my shadow as I can go nowhere, and I mean NOwhere without him. If I do, I have to deal with millions of kisses when I get home. Yeah, tough punishment but I deal.
My husband, Joe, is my best friend and, yes, we've had problems - again, married more than thirty years - but it has brought us to here so I'd say we've done good. He is a drummer, a computer geek, loves Teen Titans Go and he loves me and the furbabies. Who could ask for more?
I am permanently disabled - thank you, Fibromyalgia - and wish I weren't. I can deal with the pain but I hate not being able to know how tomorrow will be. I want to be able to work. People are the reason for living and it is hard to be a people person that is stuck within four walls. Which brings me to the fact that I am a Facebook junkie. I love it and I refuse to repent for it. It has kept me sane on days that my insanity was a 99.9% sure thing.
Believe or not, I do have some talent in some areas, even though I won't always admit I think I'm good at them. I design and create jewelry, I love creating pieces reminiscent of Victoria Mourning jewelry. Tatting, crocheting, any type of needlework and, I am checking out loom knitting, are a few of the others.
The one area that I know I am good at is photography. It has been my love since I was four years old and my father put his Brownie camera in my little hands. I still have the photographs I took when I was that age. Even then, one of my first pictures was of my dog, Lady. Animals were, and are, one of my favorite subjects.
Now to the end, my life's goals. I don't have many and, really, they are basically the same thing. Love. I want my family to know that I loved them and appreciated them. I try to make it known to them now so I have no regrets. The second is to never treat someone less than myself. If I can accomplish that, then I shall leave this life satisfied.
And so it is time to start the journey through a Trapped Steele Mind.
First, I am sure you want to know who I am. Me too. Oh, I know my name is Ravyn and that I am married - for more than thirty years - with no children. Unless you count the ones with fur. Currently there are five of them living with us. Three Bombay cats named Spike, Ducky and Bell. Well, technically that should be Spike, Onyx and Michael Bell but you know how nicknames quickly become their names and hence Ducky and Bell. Spike is 15 and Ducky and Bell are 14. Spike is their dad.
We are also lucky enough to be loved by a tan and white Dutch rabbit named Riley. He's 9. He is a true snuggle bunny that loves broccoli. He gets called Ri-Ri a lot. Riley is too common a name for the fuzzy butt.
Last, but not least, is my Emotional Support Baby, Loki. Sounds fierce right? Loki is a 7 pound Parti-colored Yorkshire Terrier. Or as we call him, "the Yorkshire Terrorist". He even has a shirt that says that. Yet again, sounds fierce? Then you meet him and realize that the only way he'd kill you is either by licking you to death or of you choking because he is making you laugh too hard. He is my sweetie. He is also my shadow as I can go nowhere, and I mean NOwhere without him. If I do, I have to deal with millions of kisses when I get home. Yeah, tough punishment but I deal.
My husband, Joe, is my best friend and, yes, we've had problems - again, married more than thirty years - but it has brought us to here so I'd say we've done good. He is a drummer, a computer geek, loves Teen Titans Go and he loves me and the furbabies. Who could ask for more?
I am permanently disabled - thank you, Fibromyalgia - and wish I weren't. I can deal with the pain but I hate not being able to know how tomorrow will be. I want to be able to work. People are the reason for living and it is hard to be a people person that is stuck within four walls. Which brings me to the fact that I am a Facebook junkie. I love it and I refuse to repent for it. It has kept me sane on days that my insanity was a 99.9% sure thing.
Believe or not, I do have some talent in some areas, even though I won't always admit I think I'm good at them. I design and create jewelry, I love creating pieces reminiscent of Victoria Mourning jewelry. Tatting, crocheting, any type of needlework and, I am checking out loom knitting, are a few of the others.
The one area that I know I am good at is photography. It has been my love since I was four years old and my father put his Brownie camera in my little hands. I still have the photographs I took when I was that age. Even then, one of my first pictures was of my dog, Lady. Animals were, and are, one of my favorite subjects.
Now to the end, my life's goals. I don't have many and, really, they are basically the same thing. Love. I want my family to know that I loved them and appreciated them. I try to make it known to them now so I have no regrets. The second is to never treat someone less than myself. If I can accomplish that, then I shall leave this life satisfied.
And so it is time to start the journey through a Trapped Steele Mind.
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