May Day - Sunday, 5-1-11

Good morning, everyone. What a beautiful day it is today. May Day! Celebrated since pagan times by going out and gathering tree branches and twigs and flowers and decorating the houses or other buildings in town. The Roman Goddess of Spring, Flora, was celebrated from April 28 to May 3rd, and there have been numerous poems written about May Day, or "going a-Maying".

Here's one to think about from about 500 years ago:

- And furth goth all the Court, both most and lest
To feche the floures fressh, and braunch and blome
And namely, hawthorn brought both page and grome
With fresh garlandes, partie blewe and whyte …
(The Court of Love, first printed 1561, previously attributed to Chaucer)

So it is with joy and love in our hearts that we dedicate this day to the happy memories of those that have gone on to the bridge recently - To Cubby and Lexi and Lacey, and to Nickie (Nicholas, Duke of York). You may have other little ones that you want to send some happy thoughts along to brighten their day at the Rainbow Bridge.

Our guest speaker today is Sam Press who has composed a lovely eulogy to her beloved fur baby, Miss Sweet Pea Magnolia Press. Please welcome Miss Press to our podium. Sam?

(as Sam approaches the microphone there is a peaceful calm descending upon our congregation. A stillness prevails and sweet smiles are upon the faces of those present. They are thinking and remembering those they've lost, and they await the special tribute that Sam has prepared for Sweet Pea Magnolia)

Her name is Sweet Pea Magnolia Press. She was born on 7 May 1996 & it's been almost 15 years since this amazing ball of fluff entered my life. Sweet Pea was only 3 weeks old & weighed about 4 or 5 ounces when we first saw each other. 2 weeks later she came home with me to live.

Sweet Pea is my beloved Yorkshire Terrier. She arrived at a very sad time in my life...my oldest daughter had passed away & for over a year I'd felt numb. Sweet Pea had so much energy that soon she began to fill all the empty spots I had. Throughout the years, Sweet Pea taught me many things....but the most important was how unconditional love impacted all of our lives.

In happy times, sad times, good moods or not....Sweet Pea was always there with her wagging tail, endless kisses & "cuddle with me Mommie" attitude. Spoiling her was a natural thing to do. Than, one day, I noticed my precious Sweet Pea was not herself. It was then end of January, this year....just 2 days after my foot/ankle reconstructive surgery. Sweet Pea was very sick.....she had kidney failure. She looked up at me, while I was holding her, & asked me the only thing she had in 15 years....."Mommie love me enough to let me go...help me to Rainbow Bridge, it is time".

My beautiful Sweet Pea crossed to Rainbow Bridge the morning of 29 January 2011. She is back home with us now in a special Cedar chest & I talk to her everyday. This precious little girl helped me understand so much.....how to find joy all around, that we are all special in our own way & that we can get along with anyone if we really try. Thank you my darling Sweet Pea!

(warm applause fills the chapel, and some of the parishioners are sniffling or quacking quietly. Pawkerchiefs and tissues are passed, and slowly the attendees rise. A standing ovation is given to Miss Sam Press, and the warmth and love in the Chapel takes on a light of it's own)

(Mary-Margaret steps to the microphone and the parishioners take their seats)

Thank YOU, Sam, for that wonderful tribute to Sweet Pea Magnolia. I'm so glad you two had each other as long as you did. What better gift than the gift of love could you have given Sweet Pea Magnolia to carry with her on her trip to the bridge. Thank you again for sharing with us. What a wonderful way to celebrate today by giving us that "flower" of your memory. All of our happy and loving thoughts are like beautiful blooms to be gathered into everlasting bouquets, fragrant with love and kept alive in our hearts forever.

Please turn to your neighbors and wag your tails or fluff your feathers as a symbol of peace and love. Sister Chiquita and her troop of dancing Chihuahuas are still on a mission in the wilds of the Amazon and they expect to be gone until the end of summer. We will be enjoying Pupperoni and spring water in the beautiful flower garden today, courtesy of the Fachsie Dachsie Brownie troop #411. They have gone to great lengths to provide floral centerpieces on the serving tables to honor May Day with you.

Blessing to you all, and have a wonderful day remembering your special ones. Reflect on the joy that they brought into your life, and feel them dance in your heart today.

Thank you, Lord, for giving us the capacity and opportunity to love and to be loved.

Blessings......

Is that my friend, Lily?

Smack dab in the middle of my mid afternoon nap I sniffed a familiar scent. Is that my friend, Lily? (I asked) In MY office? I crawled out of my office bed and wandered into the main office. OHMYGAWSH! It's LILY! LILY! LILY!

Her mom came to see my mom and Lily came to see me. We started dancing in circles around each other. Then I sniffed her butt. And then we went into my office and I showed her all my toys. Then we ran back into the big office and she sniffed my rear end. THEN...she went into my Mom's inner office and pooped on the carpet.

EGADS! (I said) That's NOT acceptable to me. I walked into Mom's office and I stood there and just stared at the little dark brown pile. I wanted my mom to know that I didn't approve and I was NOT going to move until someone cleaned it up. Lily's mom asked for a tissue but she ended up going to the Ladies' room and getting some toilet paper. Once that little mound was disposed of, me and Lily went back to playing.

We had the everly bestest time. I just love it when friends come to visit me. Oh...and before I forget to tell you, our moms finally figured out where me and Lily knew each other from. We get our hair done at the same place - Miss Marilyn's Puppy Day Spa in Temecula (she calls it "Prime Cuts" but doesn't that sound more like a butcher shop to you? Hmmmm??). We both just LOVE Miss Marilyn to pieces. She really knows how to bring out the best in a pup.

Love and kisses....

Mary-Margaret

The Box with Many Buttons

First off, let me apologize for not writing more in my diary. My "secretary" has been up to her eyeballs in other projects, including helping edit my Sunday Chapel messages. I forgive her for not having more hours in her day and I hope you do, too.

I'm also noticing that it's much harder to get her attention when I'm needing it most. We have supper, we start to watch some TV and I end up having to hop on her tummy to wake her up to go upstairs to bed. Once in bed, she's half asleep most of the time and belly rubs are the last thing on her mind.

Last week I discovered that the little box with all the buttons (she calls it a "remote") can be very useful. I accidentally rolled over on it and BINGO! The channel changes and she goes "Wha..? Huh...?" and grabs it back from me. "Darn you, Mary-Margaret!", she says. But then I get some scratchies and some belly rubs and things are good.

Last night I was sort of fooling around with this "remote" thing and pressed another button. We got a little message up on the TV screen saying to enter our pass code. Hee hee hee....and sure enough! She says "NOW WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?", and I just give her my most winning smile. She messes with the button box and gets things back to normal. And I get some more scratchies and belly rubs.

Mom's favorite saying is "Think outside the box!". Mine is "Think about the box!".

Life is good.

Love,

Mary-Margaret

Easter Sunday - April 24, 2011

Good morning to you all on this absolutely BEE-YOO-TEE-FULL Easter Sunday, April 24, 2011. We are so blessed to continue to grow as a parish and as a chapel family. We welcome back Miss Merry and her crew who inadvertently got left at a rest stop on our way to Rome a couple of weeks. We are so happy to have them with us again.

We also have the honor of welcoming our first duck into our parish, Fr. Graham Quacker of Kailua-Kona, Hawaii. He is an Indian Runner duck known for his chocolate and marshmallow markings, and also for his unusual height. He's quite tall for a duck and writes very well.



Fr. Quacker (Fr. stand for "feathered", by the way)...Fr. Quacker has asked that his adoptive mother be allowed to tell his story for him. He's quite shy about his inability to enunciate the English language, and he hopes that you will extend a warm welcome to Miss Allie, Duck Rescuer Extraordinaire.

We received several submissions from our volunteers within the parish to deliver an Inspirational Message this Sunday, and rather than randomly select someone we decided to invite them to the podium in the order received. We will dedicate next Sunday's service to Sweet Pea Magnolia Press, and our speaker will be her adoptive mother, Sam.

Easter is a time of life renewed, of birth and rebirth. We are blessed with miracles every day that reinforce our unwaivering belief that there are powers or forces beyond us that illustrate the balance that exists in our universe. We witness random acts of kindness between species that confirm that we are one in our life spirit.

With that being said, please welcome Fr. Graham Quacker and his Speech Therapist, Miss Allie, to the podium!

(applause...clap.clap..."WELCOME"....excited mutterings...more applause...and as it dies down....Miss Allie steps to the microphone as Fr. Quacker signs to the congregation)

Allow me to begin with some background for this inspiring story about 2 old people and 2 faithful ducks who evidently, have a better memory than we supposed.

A couple of years ago, my son-in-law Tom's grandparents, Mel and Anne, were feeding some wild ducks in their yard in Mill Creek, WA. A pair of mallards would come often to eat. One day, they got a letter from the City of Mill Creek telling them that it was against the law to feed wild animals in the city limits and they must stop. So, sadly, they stopped feeding the ducks. The story made the rounds of the family and we all chuckled at the thought of Mel and Anne being arrested for feeding ducks in tiny Mill Creek.

A little over 1 year ago, they had a wonderful trip out here to meet Tom's fiancee and my daughter, Abby. Just after returning home, Tom's grandfather died suddenly. This was such a shock to the family. To give you an example of how close Tom was to his grandfather, he figured out a way to name his boat after him. "Mehem" Mel's initials - the initials written so that backwards or forwards it reads the same. Thus "Mehem" (pronounced "mayhem" was christened.)

Anne's health, not good anyway, began to decline further as time went by. It was touch and go whether she could even make the trip out here for Tom and Abby's wedding last June, but she was able to come and we were all so grateful for that.

Several months ago she had to have some surgery. There were complications and she needed another procedure done, but by this time she was too sick for any corrective surgery. They were able to get her strong enough to transfer to a Life Care facility nearby. After a few weeks, finally she got a little better and about 3 weeks ago had this second surgery. Tragically, an infection had set in near one of the drain tubes, seemed to infiltrate her entire body within minutes, and one day she "crashed" with Tom's mother right there to watch the terrifying scene of nurses and doctors trying to save her.

Finally, Tom's mother Julie said "STOP. Stop, she is suffering. You can't fix her back 100%, please just let her go. " So they made her comfortable and in a few hours, she passed away. Tom, who was extremely close to his grandparents while growing up, was devastated and everyone was very sad. Julie was exhausted and stressed from so many months of this emotional situation. Having to drive up to Seattle from Napa - back and forth every few days or weeks - not being able to work - had completed sapped her strength.


Julie's husband George, whose own mother is ill at the moment, immediately travelled up to Seattle to be with Julie. They were staying at the home where Ann and Mel had lived for so many years. Next day at the house, George was just so antsy he had to find something to do so like a typical man's man, he said "I'll go start Mel's truck and make sure it's okay". The truck was destined to be shipped to Hawaii and given to Tom. George went outside and started the truck, and puttered around a little. Julie came outside too, trying to relax for a few minutes. They both saw something out of the corner of their eyes, and they turned to see what it was.

Here, up the driveway they came - the pair of mallard ducks. In solemn, meaningful waddles they made it all they up to the door, looked inside the house, looked at each other, then turned around and went back down the driveway. Their statement seemed to be "Mission Accomplished".

Julie said "I know that my parents sent those ducks to tell us that they are together again, and that they are okay now". "If George wasn't here to witness it, I'm sure everyone would think I had lost my mind." Who ever imagined that 2 wild ducks would bear such a loving message in the most special and unique manner?

Tom and Abby flew out a few days ago to help and the ducks have been coming into the yard and resting. She has a picture of them. It's posted in my album in the Chapel Library for you to view.




I hope that the next owners of this home realize what a special place it is, full of the love that defined Anne and Mel's life!

(as Allie steps down, Fr. Quacker bows deeply in appreciation to the congregation to show his appreciation)

(we hear applause again, getting more enthusiastic and soon the audience is on their feet. Tissues and pawkerchiefs are taken out and eyes dried. Mary-Margaret joines Miss Allie at the podium and extends her paw!)

Thank you SOOOO much for that wonderful presentation, Feather Quacker and Miss Allie. This is truly an example of how every ending is also a new beginning. You've given us much to think about in this coming week.

Thank you....thank you.

And now, parishioners, please turn to your neighbors and wag your tails (and fluff your feathers) as a sign of peace and friendship. You humans are welcome to shake hands (paws, wings....whatever), too.

In this world we are not alone in our relationship to our God or our universe. Life itself is a gift that we share with all living creatures. We are grateful for our life, and we are respectful of all others, regardless of the genus, the species or the substance.

We honor this gift by showing our appreciation to others throughout this next week. Life as we know it is temporary, but the memories of your life, your love, your kindnesses and your deeds are carried on by innumerable generations to come. This is immortality. This is Easter.

Blessings to you all.

Mary-Margaret O'Brien
Lt. Chaplain - Yorkie Brigade Chapel
"Yorkie prayers are Angel's wishes!"
"Pups for PPL"
"A dog has lots of friends because he wags his tail and not his tongue." Anonymous

Sunday's Message - April 17, 2011

Good morning to you all on this beautiful day - Palm Sunday for those of you who will be celebrating Easter next week. My church secretary is a little incapacitated today and will be retiring early, so I've approved her sending this a few hours early. I hope you don't mind.

We do have a field trip planned for today and snacks will be served on the bus. I, your Chaplain, am pleased to be your guest speaker today.

(bewildered applause...some mumbling....puppies scrunching up in their seats to get comfortable...large Basset hound yawning noisily....)

(ahem!)

We think too small, said the Chinese leader Mao Tse-Tung, like the frog at the bottom of the well. He thinks the sky is only as big as the top of the well. If he surfaced, he would have an entirely different view.

By putting ourselves into another's place we can see the world from an entirely
different perspective. We feel empathy for the other's situation or lot in life. We
see a homeless man standing on a highway asking for money, food, or work. So many of us automatically look the other way. If we don't see him, he doesn't exist. If he doesn't exist, then we have no responsibility to initiate a change.

When someone wants a dog, are they asking for a companion? A friend? Someone who will love them unconditionally and who will be grateful for the smallest scrap of food and a warm bed? Or are they asking for a cute little puppy - a live version of a stuffed toy, to nuzzle and play with until they become bored. Until there's a puddle that needs mopping, or a pile that needs picking up.....or a shoe that needs replacing, a hole in the backyard that needs filling, hair that needs brushing, fleas that need removal....and I could go on and on.

Our shelters and rescues are full of former "cute little puppies" who once filled an
immediate need and then somehow disappointed their owners. Abandoned by their families they now want only to love and be loved.

Do you live your life as if you were entitled to take from it what you can without
giving back? To cuddle a puppy until he becomes a dog? Are you the frog in the bottom of the well? Or do you look beyond your confines and ask what you can give back to the world - to humanity and doggonity? And to God? - for giving you the opportunity to make a difference to someone else's life?

Last week I asked for volunteer speakers and none came forward. I asked for ideas for
field trips and - thank you, Eleanor, for suggesting the Carmel Mission, or Lourdes, or that place in Colorado - I shall continue to look for either virtual tours or live
streaming tours to these places suitable to accomodate our entire cyber parish. All suggestions are welcomed.

Meanwhile, gentle Pups, our tour bus is waiting outside.

Today, as promised, we are visiting the Flying Skunk Chicken Farm located in Martha's
Vineyard. Imagine your life as a chicken (or a goat..there's goats there, too!)
outside all day and night, no matter what the weather. You have no name, and you don't know if you'll be contributing to Saturday's omelet, or if you'll be Sunday's main course.

For today, allow yourself to become a CHICKEN and to see the universe from a chicken's perspective.

Click on Flying Skunk Chickens

(I suggest you click on "full screen" to get the full effect)

It was raining pretty hard at 8:29PM EDT as we wrote this. Very wet, muddy, lightning
and thunder...and it looked pretty cold and windy. Oh, and watch out for raccoons,
skunks and weasels. They have to eat, too.

Thank you, Lord, for making me an instrument of your peace and giving me the opportunity to enrich the lives of others. For however long you allow me to be on this earth, I sincerely hope that I will have made this a better place.

Amen

Hurry now....bus is waiting!!!

Blessings...


Mary-Margaret O'Brien
Lt. Chaplain - Yorkie Brigade Chapel
"Yorkie prayers are Angel's wishes!"
"Pups for PPL"
"A dog has lots of friends because he wags his tail and not his tongue." Anonymous

Sunday 4-10-11 Shadow Dancer & Surprise Field Trip

Good MORNING! Good MORNING! It's so nice to see so many of you in Chapel this morning. Are you all ready for our "field trip"? (smiling) Anyone guessed yet where we're going? Ah....well, then. It will be a true surprise.

This morning's guest speaker is known by us all. He's from the State of Washington in the Pacific Northwest. His mother is Dee Davis, and his siblings are Kodie Blue and Cherokee Dawn. Shadow and his family are very active in rescue work, and they are truly an inspiration to us all. Shadow himself was once a rescue pup.

Shadow ......Thank you so much for volunteering today. We look forward to hearing
your interpretation of the Ten Commandments as they would apply to our humans.

Everyone...please welcome.......SHADOW DANCER!!!

(clap....clap....yayy...."Shh...Hush now!"...clap...)

(Shadow steps to the microphone and begins to speak)

A Yorkshire Terrier's 10 Commandments for Humans!

Someone has written these beautiful words. We must try to understand the deep meaning of it. They are like the Ten Commandments to follow in life all the time.

1] Prayer is not a "spare wheel" that you pull out when in trouble, but it is a
"steering wheel" that directs the right path throughout.

2] So a Car's WINDSHIELD is so large & the Rear view Mirror is so small? Because our past is not as important as our future. So, Look Ahead and Move on.

3] Friendship is like a BOOK. It takes few seconds to burn, but it takes years to
write.

4] All things in life are temporary. If going well; enjoy it, they will not last
forever. If going wrong; don't worry, they can't last long either.

5] Old Friends are Gold! New Friends are Diamond! If you get a Diamond, don't forget the Gold! Because to hold a Diamond, you always need a Base of Gold!

6] Often when we lose hope and think this is the end, GOD smiles from above and says, "Relax, sweetheart, it's just a bend, not the end!

7] When GOD solves your problems, you have faith in HIS abilities; when GOD doesn't
solve your problems HE has faith in your abilities.

8] A blind person asked St. Anthony: "Can there be anything worse than losing eye
sight?" He replied: "Yes, losing your vision!"

9] When you pray for others, God listens to you and blesses them, and sometimes, when you are safe and happy, remember that someone has prayed for you.

10] Worrying does not take away tomorrow's troubles, it takes away today's PEACE.

Thank you all for inviting me to be your guest speaker. I'm deeply honored.

(a brief silence as Mr. Dancer's words sink into the congregation, and then...)

(applause applause...yayyy, Shadow Dancer....woo wooo woooooo.....)

(Mary-Margaret steps forward to the podium and grasps Shadow's paw in hers)

Thank YOU, Shadow, for giving us all something so profound to think about while we are on....TA DAAAA....OUR ROAD TRIP!! I see you little puppies squirming in your pews. (laughing)

OK, everyone. Grab your sack lunches and your t-shirts. The bus is waiting outside by the Passionate Purple fire hydrant (I shall refrain from abbreviating and calling it the PP Hydrant for obvious reasons...LOL).

It's a fairly short ride. Anyone guess where we're off to today? Hmmmmmmm??

ROME...AND A PRIVATE TOUR OF THE SISTINE CHAPEL.

(gasps...."Oh DOGNESS!"...some cheering...."ARF...ARF...!!"

Once you are seated and safely belted in, click on this link.

THE SISTINE CHAPEL

See you there!

Have a wonderful time!! And you little ones...be sure to hold your parent's tail and bark quietly.

Blessings to all...and remember to BE as you wish OTHERS to be!!

*NOTE: THE SISTINE CHAPEL - VIRTUALLY: It's especially amazing if you have a large, high definition screen. The Chapel has been completely cleared for our visit and you're welcome to stay for as long as you like.

VIEW EVERY PART OF THE MICHAELANGELO'S MASTERPIECE JUST CLICK AND DRAG YOUR ARROW IN THE DIRECTION YOU WISH TO SEE. Up-Down-Right-Left and In the lower left, click on the plus (+) to move closer, on the minus (-) to move away as you wish.

The Choir is thrown in free - keep your volume at a comfortable level.


Mary-Margaret O'Brien
Lt. Chaplain - Yorkie Brigade Chapel
"Yorkie prayers are Angel's wishes!"
"Pups for PPL"
"A dog has lots of friends because he wags his tail and not his tongue." Anonymous

Miss Dolly - Sunday's Guest Speaker

Goooooooooooooooood morning on the Sunday, April 3rd, 2011. So nice to see you all here today. Our very special speaker today is Dolly, who will be speaking on "A Christmas Gift from the Angels Above" to illustrate her special relationship with God. Please give her a big welcome....

DOLL-YYYYYYYY!!

(clap clap...applause....and then quiet)



(Dolly steps to the pulpit and speaks)

On Christmas Eve morning 2005 my mom was given what proved to be a very sick little doggy. She had to ride with Mom to deliver papers, and during the night she came across six puppy's behind the high school in the parking lot. Figuring they probably belonged at one of the houses, she went on to do her job but as it started to rain turning colder and sleeting, she came back to find them still there barking at her to help them.

As she drove in the lot, two ran away and could not be found but one came running to her, barking and the turning to run off, all the time looking back like she was trying to show her something. Realizing she wasn't a puppy but just a very small dog, Mom followed her to behind a tractor trailer and found me in a ice cold wet cage. She got me and my fur mom in the nice warm car where we found our sister Precious who had already been with Mom all night.

We waited in the warm car while she coaxed Tina,Rosie and Princess into the safety of her arms. My fur mom only lived a few days, though. The vet told mom she had a very bad heart and she had been bred every given chance through all her 14 years of life. She loved mommy a lot but her poor little heart couldn't handle the stress.

While mommy was at the vet she talked with a lady who came home with her and adopted my sister Princess. Princess was also taken to the vet and had a lot of money put into her health care and then wasn't picked up, so one of the workers there adopted Princess for his sister who loves her a lot.

Rosie, who had the same life, went to the bridge a few nights later. Mommy came home after a bad night at work full of thunderstorms just in time to say goodbye to Rosie. Precious made it a couple months while the vets were trying hard to figure out what was wrong with her. Finally the diagnoses was made and surgery was scheduled but the night before surgery she left us, too.

Mommy still cries about loosing them and the awful way she learned about puppy mills and Yorkie dogs but she always calls us a Christmas gift from the angels above and thanks the good Lord for helping her through the tuff times ahead.

Oh yes, My two brothers that Mommy couldn't catch that first night? They were caught later the next day and taken to a vet that adopted them out to Mommy's very best friend.

Thank you, Lord.

Photo of DOLLY - Last October 2010

PS: Mommy helped the police catch the man that had done this to us and 30 other little ones he dumped off all over north Alabama to avoid being caught.

[gasps from the audience and then....]

"Bravo"....."Yayyyyyy"....."Oh boy!"....(applause....and a standing ovation)

(Mary-Margaret steps to the pulpit again and licks Dolly's nose)

Thank you SOOO much for telling us your story, Dolly. I know how shy you were to begin with but I have to say that you are a very excellent story teller.

(MM turns to parishioners)

Isn't she, folks? Let's give Dolly another round of applause.

(clapping....applause....."woooos" from the Siberian Huskies in attendance....some sniffling and tissue passing...more applause)

We all survived April Fool's Day (no thanks to Rick Caran and Jilli Dog...nice one, guys! Telling us that Jilli needed a new home...INDEED!), and now we are only three weeks from Easter Sunday. For those Puppy Parents who plan on assisting the Easter Bunny by leaving hard-boiled eggs around your yard may I suggest that you make a map ahead of time so that you don't get a brightly colored and smelly surprise from one of your puppies later in the year?

Thank you again to Miss Dolly for the beautiful tribute to both her fur mom for her bravery, and to Susan for her loving care and devotion. Next Sunday we welcome Shadow Dancer to the pulpit as he gives us his version of the Ten Commandments.

Another announcement - one of our former parishioners, Miss Isabella, has won FIRST place in her division in her very first show in Las Vegas. Congratulations. We hope this is just the first of many blue ribbons for her kennel wall.

We now ask the Lord to bless both our fallen sister, Lacey, and her bereaved mother, Vickie. As most of you already know, Lacey ran into the street before her mom could put her leash on. Despite being a brave little fighter, God chose to take her home with him yesterday. Let us have a moment of silence as we communicate with the Lord on their behalf.

(silence.....more silence...and Mary-Margaret speaks again)

Amen!

Now, let us turn to each other and wag our tails as a show of love, friendship and always compassion for our litter mates in God.

"Lord make us an instrument of thy peace!", and please help us always be as we wish others to be.

Kibble-cake and water in the Chez de le Chien...and.....

(Pups and parents already noisily heading out the door for refreshments and so Mary-Margaret sighs....and says....)

Blessings to all in the upcoming week.

Mary-Margaret O'Brien
Lt. Chaplain - Yorkie Brigade Chapel
"Yorkie prayers are Angel's wishes!"
"Pups for PPL"
"A dog has lots of friends because he wags his tail and not his tongue." Anonymous

Lazy Saturday!

Here's me dictating my Sunday sermon to Mom. Actually, my very good friend Dolly will be our guest speaker so all I have to do is the introduction and the ending. Pretty cushy job this week, huh? Next week Shadow Dancer will be speaking so same thing again. I sure love having guest speakers. I think Mom does, too.

You might notice my eyes are a bit glassy. I have allergies and I just got some medicine put into my eyeballs. Gross and disgusting, but I feel better after.

Mom had a bad reaction to something she ate for lunch. You REALLY don't want me to go into the particulars. Suffice to say she's really being careful about what she's eating tonight. Her ankles are still sore and swollen, but better than they were. All in all, we'll just say we both had a "crappy" day (pardon the pun).

Sooo....tomorrow we'll go to the post office and our main office and pick up the mail. We'll probably do up a report and maybe audit last month's billing. We check everything before, during and after we bill because we absolutely HATE making mistakes. It's my job as Vice President of Public Relations to keep our customers happy.

Time for supper....

See you in chapel!

Love,

Mary-Margaret