14 posts tagged “life”
I wasn't your owner or the person you'd follow around forever, but I thought you were a sweet dog. You were very shy, a pup from a litter that was owned by a woman and her less than gentle husband. This was where you learned to run from men and it seemed like you'd never get close to any but you came to appreciate and enjoy me and my brother-in-law and a few other guys. You had a natural knack for pegging "good people", I bet many of us wish we had that skill.
You were the first dog I've known that wouldn't bolt like lightening when you were off a leash -- unless you saw a cat or a squirrel but we couldn't blame you. Not many creatures ran as fast as you, who could resist the challenge? Only, sometimes it was unfortunate when you caught a squirrel. Not many complained though.
I enjoyed sharing chips, popcorn, french fries and little portions of meat with you. You were always gentle when accepting a gift and appreciative for what you'd get. You should know that you never annoyed me when you "wanted more", your subtle way might have won one scrap too many sometimes.
I had fun playing with you. Running to see who could make it up the street and to the house first. It was neat how you'd let me win. I liked your natural herding instinct and playful nips around me as I ran around. All of us will never get over how gentle and playful you were with kids, never connecting with a nip and switching gears to idle in no time. Not many creatures in nature had your agility.
I'll never forget the hilarity and the horror of when you discovered grasshoppers. Once you were shown one, you met your favorite treat. It was funny watching you comb fields for those little living crunchy snacks. I felt bad for them, but enjoyed watching you hunt them too much to care.
The bigger dogs may not have understood you. The little dog who didn't care who established what territory or where they should or shouldn't go accordingly... You weren't out to abide by their rules or play their game, you just wanted to do your thing. I so identified with that and it endeared us to you more.
I'm sorry this last year was so hard on you. I wish you could have held onto your sight and hearing longer. I wish you never developed a chronic cough. I wish the last 24 hours weren't as depressing and scary as they seemed to us. I wish our local vets and animal hospitals were more sympathetic to my sister, your owner, who cried when they wouldn't see you yesterday. That wasn't right but I'm glad you were able to rest and the pain wasn't too great to keep you awake.
I miss you and your subtle clues: "I need to go out", "how about some more water?", your chin on my knee and those big eyes looking up at mine "pet me, I love you". I love you too you sweet pup. I'll also miss laying on the carpet with you, scratching your belly and cuddling while watching TV.
Louie chattered up a storm today. He whistled a few times as we would when we'd call for you to come back in. I think he misses you also. When Hailey comes back in the fall, I'm betting she'll search the house 5x over to give you a snuggle. I would have never guessed you would have been so welcoming to a kitten and tolerant to her requests to play.
I got a little teary thinking about you today. I'm a little sad, but relieved you aren't suffering and grateful you were our pick of the litter. Thank you for 15 sweet years.
The Buffalo aren't indigenous, there was a "buffalo ranch" not too far from where our camp is. They sold the herd and I guess they kept a few as pets.
Buffalo usually just stand or sit there for hours. I came by with my music and they moved around a bit. It was neat. I saw more wildlife, but I wasn't in a position to take pictures :-p Boo. These were all taken from within my car.
I function well when I'm exhausted.
I'm not taking "about to die exhausted", just the level where you're more in tune with how your muscles don't want to fight gravity any longer. How there's a weight on your eyelid that seems to want to keep it shut. Quiet contemplative thoughts, scrambling for where I left off and who I needed to help next. It was a juggling act. It felt like too much and I didn't do perfect, but I'm proud for doing what I got done.
I'm pissed about thinking I lost my checking card. I'm pissed that I had to jump through my banks hoops to put a hold on my accounts and scrambling to figure out if there are any automated payments that might bounce. I wasn't thrilled about the little sniper calls from people who chipmunked my number away for when they need my help (because my phone's ring makes me jump) but I didn't show it. I got over it and I made them happy. They have other people's email address and phone numbers, other people that could hook them up with me, but they like the source and while this sounds cocky "I can't say I blame them". I fought my away around, I got my answers, I know who to go to when I need something that's out my grasp. Most of the time I'm about results and who shouldn't be proud of that. I'm not crazy with saying no. I don't mop myself into corners by doing -everything- someones way -- sometimes I can cut straight to the heart with an email and avoid begging, pleading, tone of voice, and strange reasoning ... When I sense "emotion flags", I love communicating through email. Just tell me your problem, I don't need the "puppy" act.
I'm happy I got some more work done on our system and got more positive feed back. I like feeling like what I do is ultimately beneficial. I hope in some way the things I do can make a difference.
I'm happy I got to spend time with my sister. I'm relieved that we had some time to talk and make light of everything that irks us. I'm proud of acting goofy and making her and my neice laugh.
Finally, I'm excited I get to sleep now. despite the bug to do more "stuff", to have "fun", and browse around... I need to recharge! Night people!
Sis: Syracuse lost today.
me: so what?
sis: it'd just be nice if something nice happened today.
me: Well, I'm sure a lot of nice things did happen today. I had a nice day!
sis: oh yeah, someone got shot and is in critical...
me: and since when does our local news cover anything NICE happening? Or any such effort event that has anything to do with the betterment of society? It's stupid. It's empty. Win, Lose, my life is no different either way!
I am the only person in my family that could give a squat about sports. Any kind. Win, lose, tie, I don't care. It doesn't break my spirit. It doesn't leave me hopeless. Sometimes I might go to a game if offered tickets. I know what's going on and I cheer but it's so fucking unimportant to me that it disgusts me when people tell me that their day is ruined because someone dropped a ball and expect me to give a crap about it. If I have had any motto or driving desire in any sport its to do my best, challenge myself, and have fun. I invest myself in our society, not our sports. Sorry!
How do you feel about your birthday? Do you look forward to it and remind all your friends, or do you dread it and try to keep it a secret?
Well. It's a reason to:
a. Party
b. Eat cake and my favorite food.
c. Open gifts.
d. Drink.
e. have fun
So, I feel pretty fine about my birthday. I try not to schmuck it up by talking about it all the time. I like people to remember on their own. If not, well... I'll tell them, no guilt strings attached. If people don't know and never asked then I suppose that's fine. I figure those who care ask, know, and remember. Whatever :)
What do you do with the cards and letters you receive? Do you keep them all, just keep the photos, throw them away?
Inspired by jacolily.
This is just one of those questions where you can feel the eyes of everyone who has -ever- sent you a card tear up while they refuse to blink waiting for you to post the answer. This is one of the reasons everyone logged on today and *SIGHED* when they saw this question. Can you really answer it safely? "oh yes, I save them all... I've have to buy 2 extra houses to keep those and the rest of every precious doodad and gum wrapper everyone's ever given me" or "no, i'm a callous bastard that ripped into a card looking for money and then shredded it after I read who it was from. heh. lol. yeah. nice. thanks." Which reinterpreted answer is right in whose eyes?
What are your rituals or traditions for starting off a new year?
You have to admit, I was close. This whole rituals/traditions thing came out of thin air!
My family gathers for a nice dinner. That's about it, really.
What's on your holiday wishlist?
I wish I could -really- afford this holiday. I was lucky enough to be enrolled with an insurance agency that let me split my payments into two payments instead of the 6-month lump sum... That was nice, a little more costly, but nice considering when this payment came.
I wish I could cover some charities and folks outside my looong holiday list. I'll give here and there, but not as much as I'd like. my budget isn't really stretched thin, it's a gag prop for a clown or comedian... Just depends on perspective really.
I wish didn't sigh so much. I don't mean to, but I do. I sigh at work. I sigh during the drive home. I Sigh on sunday nights. I sigh when I shouldn't and it's followed by "I'm tired", and I'm not. It sucks and I'm pretty conscious about it. People ask what's the matter, I respond "nothing". Of course it's something, but it requires too much effort and precious time to discuss.
I wish I was doing as well as I thought I would when I graduated. What a joke!
I wish I could take a nice long vacation. By myself. After I posted that picture from St. Lucia I decided that's the place I wouldn't mind going there.
..... oh wait ... I'm completely off the holiday topic!
I wish santa comes and fills everyone's stocking with a TON of goodies. hee hee! ^_-
What is your daily commute like? What is the weirdest thing you've seen on that commute?
Submitted by E.
It's short. I don't live too far from where I work. It takes about 15 minutes to get there and if it wasn't for the lights, it'd take about 7 minutes.
The weirdest thing? Happens -every- day. People pull stupid shit and I have to be ready for it. Last week was fun though -- a bus tried to merge into my lane car. I decided it was a good time to go from 40 to 65 in seconds rather than go into the car in my neighboring lane.
List five reasons (at least) why you are awesome.
Submitted by goobers18.
This strikes me as a silly question I'd hear discussed between young kids -- probably boys. Each retorted answered beginning with the phrase "OH YEAH?!!!..." Me talking about things that I think makes me awesome makes me cringe. It's not that I don't think I do things well. I do many things well, but I wouldn't put anything on a pedestal. I see all my attributes and talents as things that are always up for improvement, enrichment, refining and even perhaps, some "hacking".
