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Monday, November 26, 2007

Where did i put the dog's booties?!

I don't own a decent winter scarf, i don't have a pair of gloves that match, and i have no idea where the snow shovel is...but the dog has a winter coat and bright red booties...somewhere...i guess i probably should look for the booties and coat when i get home...

Ok, you caught me...i know where the coat is, and the booties got chewed up probably about 3 minutes after this picture was taken...this was just an excuse to post a picture of my cute dog on my blog...pathetic huh?

Ok, you really caught me...this picture was taken just after my son did his own laundrey for the first time...look how clean the bottom of his jeans are!

Monday, November 19, 2007

Learning to float


It's been over a year now since my grandmother passed away, and i've found that i've just now learned how to float. One year ago i was in shock which seems really weird since my grandma was 98 and a half, and honestly, c'mon now...why would that be a shock?
But have you've ever known anyone that you thought would be around forever, even if common sense dictates otherwise?

Well, that was my grandma.

I've had friends that didn't live long enough, and friends that died too soon...and yet the death that really got me was the one where my grandma lived to be 98 and a half.

Wow, i guess you can't pick and choose your grief, can you? And grief can be sneaky too...it's weird how it sneaks up when you least expect it, like the Christmas card section at Walgreens when it hits you that you have one less Christmas card to send this year, or the song Amazing Grace at church when it hits you that it was grandmas favorite hymn.

Someone once told me that grieving was a lot like learning to float in a lake. When you first try to lay back on the water you sink...alot...but then, after you hit the bottom a few times you kind of get the hang of it. Once in a while though you get hit by a big wave, and you lose your balance and you sink again, and again...until, you accept that ever so often there's going to be a big wave that maybe you can't handle (like a birthday anniversary or death aniversary), but for the most part, if you just relax, you can float above the water.

Tuesday, November 13, 2007

Tooting someone elses (horn) blog site!

I dare you to not to look at this photo and not smile!
This photo is funny to me for the simple fact that our building has a mouse problem...opps...mice cuz if there's more then one it's mice...my bad...and one scared the heck out of our Terry Love one late night during his request show...(of course Terry leaves the light down low-mood lighting he calls it) and apparently Mr. Mouse liked it too(!)...the rumor is the mouse hopped on the studio counter to request Ben by Michael Jackson.

This next photo absolutely warms my heart and not just because i love turtles. It's a picture of something experts say is impossible. It's a picture of an orphan who needed a mother, and found a surrogate or sorts in a 125 year old turtle that experts say is not "capable" of emotion or love. And yet, that's not what you see in this photo.
These pictures come from a website called Letsbefriends and you can find it on the web at http://www.letsbefriends.blogspot.com/ and i gotta tell you, on bad days or depressing days or any day the news is so horrible that i'm not sure i should even venture out of the house because i'm so discouraged with the human race down and can't have a beer til later day, this is the site i check out to reaffirm my faith in mankind...or maybe "animal kind!" It just seems the animals have a better take on love, kindness and compassion then anything i ever saw on CNN, Jerry Springer, or even Dr. Phil.
These are the kind of pictures you will find on the Letsbefriends website, and i gotta tell you, it's an upper for the brain, the kind of "oh my gosh isn't that cute" without the aftertaste of yuck. You'll find all these pictures on the website with explanations about the circumstances of how these animals ended up together. The doe in this picture is an orphan and the dog is mothering her/him.


Then again, i can't explain this one.
Neither do they...
doesn't matter...
isn't it sweet?...
um....
here's hoping the tiger doesn't wake up and go "i smell bacon..."