Almost a year ago, my life was saved by two strangers. I had lost so much blood that I required a two unit transfusion. Thankfully because of those two generous strangers, I am here to type this today.

If you are reading this and able to donate blood, please grab a friend and do so. If you are reading this and are not able to donate blood, please encourage your friends to do so.

Perhaps you could be the stranger that saves a life.

It's just amazing that there are so many varieties of honey!

And speaking of honey....hmmm...

Time with friends is especially sweet as honey!

I love you all. I've been working and travelling. I've been busy as a bee collecting honey! 

I have an upcoming project (promoting a brand) and I don't want to look all puffy-eyed and red-nosed. Thank God my cold is over.

My sister came for a visit last week and I really appreciate that she took time to spend with me! We spent a few exciting few days together.

I sat upon a tree stump thinking of the past
When along came a butterfly floating by me fast
I wiped away the tears that had formed in my eyes
And let go of all my whimpering and lighthearted cries
I leapt up from my seat and watched the butterfly
It soared throughout the flower field and then it touched the sky
Silently I held my gaze on its beauty and pure grace
Then I felt more tears start to slide onto my face
If this little creature can dance on so carefree
Then why must I suffer? Why can't that be me?
I chased the winged insect throughout the tall grass of the field
All the while hoping for my wish to be fullfilled
That I could journey through the sky
With that little butterfly
And no harm would come to me
I would be so carefree
Finally the delicate being settled on a flower
I gently crept behind it like a tiger's prey to devour
I snatched up the pretty butterfly and admired all its beauty
Then I said to it, "To be my friend is now your duty."
I skipped along so happily to my quiet home
I looked around for mommy and daddy, but it seemed I was alone
I took a jar from the cabinet and put my new friend in
I fastened on the lid so tight that he'd never escape again
I admired all its charm, so petite and frail
It was a little fairy, or so I thought, as far I could tell
I peered in a tad bit closer to examine its every feature
But to me it seemed that this butterfly was no happy creature
Suddenly I heard a door slam in the other room
And along walked in my daddy, his face an expression of doom
I could tell that he'd been drinking and didn't like it one bit
"Daddy please come over here so together we can sit."
He stumbled like a drunken man just as I'd suspected
And he collapsed into the chair which immediately rejected
Because it crashed onto the floor and Daddy simply lie there
His face now stained with tears and his eyes a vacant stare
"What's the matter Daddy?" I asked with worried tone
"Oh my precious child, I'm sorry you were alone,
But you see my dear.... your mommy is no more.
She had an accident and now she's gone just like before."
I couldn't retain my tears as obvious as it seemed
That I was trying to hide it, so instead I simply screamed
I snatched my jar and darted like lightning out the door
With my daddy shouting, "Please come back!" as he still lie on the floor
I returned to my depressed state but now it was much worse
Mommy was dead, Daddy was drunk.... God, was this a curse!?
I simply frowned and sobbed as my eyes grew puffy and red
Then I looked to the ground and my new friend was dead
All the while I'd ran with the jar held in my hands
That I must've been so sad that I dropped it where I stand
I crawled over to the butterfly so pitiful and sad
Then I cried once more because this was so bad
The only friend I new was now gone from my grasp
Everything was wrong..... I felt I might collapse
But instead I simply made up my mind to return back home
No matter how sad I was I couldn't leave Daddy there alone
I figured I would get there faster if I walked across the road
There was no traffic passing by except for a Ford truck with a load
So hung my head low and stalked across the pavement
Then it must've been God's plan because a car had been sent
It was speeding fast with two teenagers driving toward me
I looked up just then and said, "I'm coming to you Mommy...."
The vehicle slammed into me and I heard my daddy shout
"Baby girl please don't leave me...." is all I heard before I blacked out
"Someone call an ambulance! Tell them get here fast!"
I faintly heard the voices say, but I knew my life wouldn't last
I went into a deep sleep, or at least I thought I did
Because I ascended upward towards the heavens with closed eyelids
I ran into the arms of my loving mommy at last
And then I saw my winged friend once more flying past
My pretty little creature that loved to soar the sky
Had been watching over me all along.... my dead butterfly

1. Чихнуть три или больше раз подряд.
2. Болтать ногами в воде.
3. Ощущать, что в книжке, которая тебе уже очень сильно нравится, осталось еще много непрочитанных страниц.
4. Поскользнуться и не упасть.
5. Сказать то же, что и спортивный комментатор, но за секунду до него .
6. СМС-ка, которую ты ждал.
7. Проснуться после очень реалистичного кошмара и понять, что это был лишь сон.
8. Откусить пирожок/булочку/эклер с той стороны, где начинка.
9. Когда твои ноги засасывает в песок в прибое.
10. Срывать защитный слой с экрана новеньких электронных гаджетов.
11. Когда тебя поздравляют с праздником люди, которых ты не знаешь.
12. Найти заначку, про которую ты уже забыл.
13. Когда холодная постель, в которую ты нырнул, наконец согревается.
14. Нечаянно точно ввести свой старый и давно забытый пароль.
15. Трогать волосы после стрижки.
16. Полный холодильник вкусностей, которые остались после праздников.
17. Когда тебе мигают на трассе и ты успеваешь сбросить скорость перед гаишником.
18. Хруст снега.
19. Издалека попасть точно в мусорное ведро.
20. Надеть то, что ты только что купил.
21. Проснуться за час до звонка будильника, понять, что еще уйма времени и снова лечь спать.
22. Случайно где-нибудь встретить запах из детства.
23. Снова и снова слушать песню, которая тебе недавно понравилась.
24. Стук женских каблуков по асфальту, который доносится весной из открытого окна.
25. Когда тебе удалось все-таки выдавить последнюю порцию пасты из безнадёжного тюбика.

The Butterfly Project is for helping to stop self injury.

Please watch the videos and support this project.

The Butterfly Project: ƸӜƷ
The Rules are:
1. When you feel like you want to cut, take a marker, pen, or sharpies and draw a butterfly on your arm or hand.
2. Name the butterfly after a loved one, or someone that really wants you to get better.
3. You must let the butterfly fade naturally. NO scrubbing it off.
4. If you cut before the butterfly is gone, you've killed it. If you don't cut, it lives.
5. If you have more than one butterfly, cutting kills all of them.
6. Another person may draw them on you. These butterflies are extra special. Take good care of them.
7. Even if you don't cut, feel free to draw a butterfly anyways, to show your support. If you do this, name it after someone you know that cuts or is suffering right now, and tell them. It could help.

Butterflies don't know the color of their wings, but the human eyes know how beautiful it is. Same as, others can see that you're special.

Give us the eggnogs, the presents, the kisses under the mistletoes... WE'RE READY!

I can't wait to celebrate Christmas!