God makes beauty from ashes

Yesterday, Alun and I rented out the movie "SULLY" and settled in together to watch it in the living room. I think there's something very special about a couple that have been together a long time and are in love because the way they move together and interact physically is really beautiful. Alun has 'his' side of the couch, I have 'mine'...but we're always touching somehow. Whether our legs are intertwined, or Alun is sat upright and I lay across him or we both find random, weird ways of both laying down at the same time on the couch and we watch a movie wrapped up in each other. Anyway, yesterday we put 'Sully' into the dvd player. As the film started, I was convinced it was going to be another "America saves the day" movie and that it would be about the actual plane crash-landing in the Hudson river. I thought the movie would focus on the flight, the passengers and of course the Pilot and airline staff and would go over how t

I'm a pretty blessed girl. I have a psych and a Doctor who have watched over me in the past 5-6 years and they work together to make sure I'm cared for both physically, mentally and emotionally. "George" said my mood was very low and I told him about being really suicidal. He said he worried it seemed to come from "nowhere" and that I always knew my brother was a jerk - so why it was bothering so much now worried him, too. George recommended I see Dr D about getting my blood tested as he said if my iron was low - then my depression would be high - and vice versa. Hmm. So Dr Downey tested my blood and called 2 days later to say my iron and 'red blood cell count' was very low (should I be concerned about the red blood cells? aren't they like...vital...or something?) and asked me to come straight in for an iron infusion. So now hopefully I'll start to feel better. Because right now, I still feel crappy. I saw Mom on Christmas eve-eve

Hello little dog, I didn't read enough of your story to even know where you are, but I read enough to know I wanted to cuddle you. I read that you were given to a dog shelter by your owners. They abandoned you and gave you away. I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry for how confused you must have been in the car ride to the shelter, thinking you were all going away somewhere as a family and then not knowing what to do or how to feel when you were taken out of the car and lead to a place you had never seen before...and left there. All alone. I'm so sorry you had to watch your family walk away and not take you with them. That you heard their car doors close and their car engine start and must have thought "But...you've forgotten me!" as you heard them drive away. I'm sorry for the nights you spent in your unfamiliar cage at the shelter, pining for your family and wondering what you did so wrong that they just gave you away. When I read that you saw