Brody

Today I was looking at blogs that had a lot of puppies and dogs. It made me really remember how wonderful my little guy is.

He is my protector and watches over me all day and night. When I lost my husband he stayed with me constantly to make sure I was okay. When I lost my son, he never left my sight. To this day, whether I am happy and laughing, sad and crying, or just plain busy, Brody is next to me, staring at me, making sure I am okay!

The next video is sort of loud at the beginning because of my crinkling of the bag but the highlight is how cute Brody is enjoying his carrots. He really does think they are “lip-smackin’ good”!

Finally, this is my guy just keeping an eye on things.

Brody will be six years old in March. It’s funny. I have always had big dogs, so this little guy is a pip-squeak next to them. All 49 pounds of him! He is my little lap dog!

©2020 CBialczak

From my desk: 11/23/2020

Christine Bialczak, 2020

Today is the day that I married Bob, 24 years ago. He isn’t here to celebrate this anniversary but I know he is with me. I also believe that he sent David for me, to love me and take care of me like he did, since he is gone. A bittersweet memory of such a beautiful day.

On our Anniversary

Separated my suns, moons, and seas
Forever bonded by love and memories
Love will always be in my heart
For our time together

©2020 CBialczak Poetry

I am thankful for what I have been given, then, now, and always….

Share Your World 11-16-2020

To participate with Melanie click the link: https://sparksfromacombustiblemind.com/2020/11/16/share-your-world-11-16-2020/

Is cereal soup? Why or why not? Cereal is not soup because it never becomes a new thing when you pour the milk in, it is still cereal with milk. On the other hand, when you put broth, chicken, veggies, and spices together it makes soup. You wouldn’t really say “I’m going to have some chicken and veggies with some broth”.

What are some interesting ways to answer everyday questions like “how’s it going” or “what do you do”? How’s it going?: How is what going?
What do you do?: When?

What was your favorite toy growing up? My favorite toy growing up was my Holly Hobby Treehouse and my Little People House. The tree house was a cardboard sort of gazebo that all the sides came down to have different “areas”. There was the picnic area where you could put all the little foods. Then there was the swing area that actually had a swing attached.
My Little People House was awesome and I guess I would include the other buildings I had, like the castle. I loved that there were trap doors and secret hiding spots.

If you have a pet, and you could ask it three questions, what would you ask? I would ask my dog – 1. Don’t you get tired of laying around all day doing nothing? 2. Is that kibble really tasty and do the different “flavors” really taste different? 3. Does the slime out in the dirty water bowl outside that has filled with rainwater add to the taste of the water, since you would rather drink that than clean water from the tap.
I would ask my guinea pigs – 1. If you had a choice how long would you let your teeth get? 2. Does it gross you out a little to know that your teeth grow? 3. Do you see me as an evil giant even though you know me and I feed you or do you recognize me and just run away for the fun of it?


Attitude of Gratitude Section (Always Optional)

What’s one simple thing society at large could do to improve our world? Accept everyone despite their differences.

gratitudestonesroryaffirmations

©2020 CBialczak

November 6, 2020

https://cheerpeppers.wordpress.com/2020-team/

Gratitude

I have so many things to be thankful and grateful for.

I am very grateful to my family and friends who understand that this time of year, a few days before Joey’s Heavenly birthday, that this time of year is so very hard.

I have experienced so much loss, as many people do. I lost my last grandparent sometime around ten years old. I lost my mother when I was 23. I lost four dogs, 2 cats, some guinea pigs, some chickens….That list could go on and on. I lost my husband in 2018. I lost my son in 2019. I lost one of my closest friends last month.

I have also experienced so many joys like weddings, new babies, and wonderful holidays. Actually, a new baby came yesterday! If you didn’t see my post from yesterday, it was my mom’s 76th Heavenly Birthday. But, with the birth of Calvin Emilio! Congratulations Sarah and Kurtis!!

The hardest thing in my life that I have had to endure as of yet is losing my son. There are no words to explain.

But despite this pain, I have so many people who support me and show me how much I still have. I have friends who remember Joey that will talk to me about him. I have contact with a few of his closest friends. So, today I am grateful for the people who love me and care about me.

©2020 CBialczak

Happy 76th Heavenly Birthday, Mom!

Wanda Maria Urban Guddo

My mom’s story:

We came to the United States in August of 1950 by ship and by no means a luxury liner. Mom said they had horrible sleeping quarters consisting of bunk beds 3 and 4 high. Children and families were sick both from the heat, horrible food, and general conditions. I was 6, Regina was 4, and Lenny was 10. We were originally supposed to go to Australia as the U.S. was only taking families of four. At the D.P. (displaced persons) camp in Germany there were befriended by an Army Chaplain because I had to be baptized. Somehow he, Dan Carey, was able to get his family to sponsor our entrance into the U.S., find my father a job, get us an apartment in Manhattan and the schools. They did a story in the Daily News about our family coming over.

Regina was born in Germany in 1946, Lenny was born in Latvia and I was born in Latvia also. Both my mother and father were from Poland but worked and lived in Latvia. My mother had three sisters and her father died when she was young. They lived on a farm growing many vegetables and preserving meat for the winter. My father had two brothers. Actually, they were half brothers because his father died and his mother remarried. Both his brothers were younger, one named Rosco who also came to the U.S. and the youngest named Leonard who they didn’t find after World War II. He worked for the railroad there. My father’s real father was Russian but later his mother married a Polish man. My mother’s maiden name was Nezbert and she didn’t know where they were after the war or if there were even alive. My father’s parents were taken to the concentration camps during the war, he was able to determine, but never did see them before that.

Before the war my father made and sold picture frames made of metal. We have several old pictures in the family album showing some of the items. Polish eagles which he engraved and other metal objects. My mother worked in a restaurant, sewed our clothes, knit sweaters, and from some of the pictures they seemed to make due.

I miss you so much! Love you forever!