Klahanie Blog. Celebrating the all different, all equal diversity we share. Help each other, we help ourselves. Header photo: Penny roaming free in a field, with The Roaches, near Leek Staffordshire, in the background.
It's all about a single father raising his son on his own. About bringing up a young child in a safe, peaceful environment. It's all about doing the best I can while battling with my mental illness.
It's all about my little boy, Tristan and a puppy named, Penny. Symbolic of hope, of love.
It's all about my little boy who became a young man. And those special moments, captured in a smile on a sunny day.
It's all about a puppy who became older but still listens to the voice of her inner puppy.
It's all about Fidelina, the beautiful fairy princess and her husband, Geoffrey the garden gnome.
It's all about their little boy, Einahalk. An ideal created from love in the world of the wee folks. A world that has lessons to teach us humans. About living in an all different, all equal world. Where no judgement is made. No stigma attached.
It's all about the award that Penny sent out to humanity. An award that has circulated this planet spreading goodwill and peace. A gesture that embraces the unconditional, non-judgemental love that our animal friends share with us. It's all about me continuing to live with, rather than suffer from my mental health issues. It's all about my transparency and trying to be of help, of encouragement to you. It's all about this and it's all about you. For I'm grateful to you on the other side of the computer screen. Thank you for being here for me.
Greetings, yes it's me, Penny the Jack Russell dog and modest internet superstar! My human, Gary, has been visiting some of his human friends the last couple of days. He phoned and asked if I'd do an article while he's away. So, after my human brother, Tristan, fed me, I dogged in, um, logged in and away we go.
I asked Gary how everything was. He told me he was having typical chats with his friends. In other words, they discussed bodily functions. Amazing how the words "fart", "poop" and "poo", can turn him into a giggling wreck. I've now realised that the word, "poo", doesn't just make two year old humans laugh hysterically.
I suppose I shouldn't be surprised by his obsession with bodily functions. I think the influence has come from some of your human songs I've listened to. "To everything, turd, turd turd...." Why do turds suddenly appear, every time you are near?" "It's only turds and turds are all I have, to take your fart away..." "Poo are you? Poo, poo..... poo, poo....."
Speaking of poo, Gary has watched this commercial and thought the character was a poop with a problem.. Especially when the "talking turd" states its had an accident.
Just for you
A poem of poo Like Edgar Allan Poo What shall I do
There have been profound times in my life. Times that defined me. Made me open my eyes to other realities. There was a time that truly challenged me. The days when I was a support worker in a shelter for the homeless, the "rough sleepers", in the city of Stoke-on-Trent. To see those not fortunate on the street, despairing, dishevelled, brought out the best and the worst in passers-by. Most too busy, to find that moment to see beyond the rags and to discover the reasons as to how it got that way. Apathy, the not my problem, the pretend you don't see the homeless person, all too prevalent in a society that doesn't want to know. To be with them, to listen, to learn, opened my eyes to the stories that told of a world that many had never envisioned. I understood from their heart-breaking stories, that one moment you can have everything, the next, wondering if you'll survive the night. Those times working at the shelter provided me with lessons I cherish. It's all too easy to make preconceived notions and assume the convenient stereotypes. Yet, when you look beyond, see the soul beyond the eyes, the truth can truly humble. Imagine being cold, hungry, scared. Your home, a cardboard box under a bridge. Your home, a darkened shop doorway. Imagine those who look at you in disgust without even knowing the torment that brought you to this hell on earth.
In these times when the vulnerable, the poorest in society, are paying for the mistakes of the incompetent fortunate, you get moments like this.
A huge amount of folks were wondering about "Blog Air". Zillions upon zillions asked me what's with this Blog Air? So, because I'm either lazy, too busy searching for a clone or have run out of ideas, here's a past post that gives you an idea about Blog Air, the blogger's favourite airline. If you've read this before, either ignore it, skim through it or learn the fine art of advanced thumb-twiddling.
Ah yes, Blog Air, in its latest attempt to diversify, to try new markets in the blogging sky, Blog Airhas come up with the charter flight. All seats are in the same class. No distinction, just a no-frills experience where all bloggers are treated the same.
And so, what happened next on the inaugural flight of Blog Air charter? Thought you'd never ask. Due to some misunderstanding, some bloggers were caught unaware and had no idea that it was a charter flight. Chaos and confusion ensued.
A self-obsessed, self-promoting blogger ended up sitting beside a shy, humble and oh so unassuming blogger. The self-obsessed, self-promoting blogger went on and on and on...about how great they were and how important it was to check out the links on their blog that linked back to all their other fabulous, must read postings. The shy, humble and oh so unassuming blogger, fell asleep. This was an outrage! How dare anybody not pay attention to them!
An alleged comedy blogger ended up sitting beside a sarcastic blogger. The alleged comedy blogger proceeded to bore the hell out of the sarcastic blogger with their so-called comedy. "Hey friend! My comedy has been compared to that comedy 'genius', Russell Brand!" "Oh?'" replied the sarcastic blogger, "I'm thrilled for you to be compared to Russell Brand, a comedy genius who looks like a reject from a "Pirates of the Caribbean" audition. Well done, you!"
And horror of horrors. A crude dude blogger who insisted that almost every other word was some sort of Anglo-Saxon derivative, was sitting beside one of those most exciting of bloggers. Yes, the crude dude blogger was sitting beside a lady blogger who wrote such incredibly riveting stuff about how she, the hubby and the kids went to McDonald's and had an extra portion of fries! She starting telling the crude dude blogger about the thrilling, adventurous life she led. She even mentioned that her next posting was about how she put some extra chocolate chips in the cookies! The crude dude blogger said, "That's f**king awesome! F**king fantasy stuff! I bet you and that hubby of yours had some right f**king orgies in your kitchen!" To which she replied, "No, not really, but he just loves to add to some extra cream to my coffee."
And then there was the 'extremely popular' blogger with well over a zillion followers, sitting beside a blogger with very few followers. Now then, the blogger with over a zillion followers had only a couple of comments on their latest posting. This same blogger's icon could be seen all over the blogging world and they would leave amazingly sincere comments stating, "Great post! Thanks for sharing. I follow your blog!" The blogger with very few followers had several comments on their site. This might just tell you something.
Anyway, the blogger with over a zillion followers discovered that the blogger beside them had only a few followers. The zillion followers blogger yelled over at the flight attendant. "Excuse me, this must be a mistake! Get me a seat next to somebody who is popular like me!" "Sorry sir", stated the flight attendant, "This is a charter flight and all are seated equally. However, the exit door can be found just over there. Although you'll find that the first step is a 37,000 foot drop into the shark-infested sea below.
Aha! Look who's the pawlet, sorry, who's the pilot of Blog Air charter flight. Yes indeed, it's Penny the Jack Russell dog and modest airline pilot!
"Hello bloggers, this is your captain speaking. Captain Penny the pawlet . Welcome to this charter flight on the blogger's favourite airline, Blog Air. We're cruising at an altitude of 37,000 feet and expect to arrive at 'Blogland' international airport at approximately six P.M., local time
Please enjoy your flight and remember to rejoice in the diversity of blogging. All different, all equal in a sharing, caring community. Thank you for flyingBlog Air"
Back on September 15, 2013, my name ended up in a hat. My name got taken out of said hat. Penny the Jack Russell dog and myself, her mere human, Gary, had won a collection of mystery prizes. We'd entered the draw that was a thank you for following Delores over to her new site. A site I recently mentioned, this site,Under The Porch Light. I do hope that if you haven't already been over to Delores' new blog, you would kindly go over and say hi.
The package with the mystery prizes arrived today, Monday, November, 4, 2013. It was tracked as it meandered its way over from Guelph, Ontario, Canada, to Leek, Staffordshire, England. I found out the reason it took so long. Somewhere over the Atlantic, a carrier pigeon landed on the schooner, "The HMS Grenville" and removed the mystery prize package from the clutches of commander James Cook. From there, safely grasping the mystery prize package, the carrier pigeon headed for England.
Then things slowed down again and below is why.
Yes indeed, by the time Postman Pat and his black and white cat had finished amusing the folks on his route, he finally found the time to actually deliver the mystery prize package. Thank you, Postman Pat and your black and white cat.
Here are the mystery prizes. You can click on the photo, if you so wish, to see the prizes in greater detail. Penny has had some of the doggy treats and being a clever dog, understood the English and French words on everything. All things Canadian! I'm in hoser heaven, eh. Delores, thank you so much. The wait was worth it. Time for some Tim Hortons coffee. Oh yeah! There is always something to be thankful for.
Speaking of coffee, Laura, whose blog can be found here, Austanspace, sent me coffee last Christmas and also for my birthday. I'd joked about British coffee being really good for constipation. Bless Laura, she duly sent me over some actual coffee. I've just finished off the fantastic coffee she sent me. The coffee certainly was grounds for making me happy. Local folks did, however, ask me why my eyebrows were stuck to the top of my forehead. Thank you, Laura. There is always something to be thankful for.
How could I possibly not make a mention of the adorable Michelle over at, All Consuming. Michelle, if you haven't had the delight of visiting her blog, covers a wide variety of topics. Sometimes serious, sometimes zany, but always worth a look.
Not only does she write a blog, she's also very adept at creating works of art. Michelle sent me this little tin with a photo of yes, that's correct, Penny the Jack Russell dog and modest internet superstar! Michelle, Penny and I are most grateful for your act of thoughtfulness. Thank you, Michelle.
So impressed are Penny and I with her creativity, we've shared some of her creations on Facebook. I know that you might be aware of this. If you are on Facebook, you can check Michelle it out here,Clockwork Jewel. Here's an example of her jewellery,Viridian Moon Heart on Folksy You can also check out The Clockwork Jewel, in its entirety, by going here, The Clockwork Jewel at Folksy. There is always something to be thankful for.
If you weren't aware, I would like to draw your attention to Joylene Nowell Butler's site. The link I'm supplying will let you know exciting news about her mystery thriller, "Dead Witness." Here is where you can find out the exciting news, Buzz Deal on Dead Witness. Nice one, Joylene. There is always something to be thankful for.
Before I finally go and yes, by my standards, this is one long posting, I want to give special mention to Julia Hones. Julia writes superbly and her poetry is profound, thoughtful, touching. Would you be so kind, if you haven't been to Julia's site, to check her out here, My writing life. Thank you, Julia, for your positive interaction. There is always something to be thankful for.
They say God gives second chances. Forty years have shown Wilhelmina has nothing but a lifetime of four failed marriages, a job she hates, and her most recent affair with a married businessman. Until one day, while sipping coffee her silent prayers are answered--she’s visited by her future self, offering Wilhelmina a chance to re-do her life, giving her a mission to save the future world from the baby she’s unknowingly pregnant with. Is it the miracle she hoped for, or will this lead into a whole new set of problems?
When Shelly isn't doing the laundry, cleaning, cooking, chasing grandkids, listening to daughter drama (five of them), or lopping heads of hair at the salon, she's writing beside her two fur-peeps, Sir Poops and Hair Ball, popping an occasional chocolate while her hubby is flipping through TV channels. She lives in New Port Richey with her husband and two dogs. She's also a member of Florida Writer's Association and Writer's of Mass Distraction.