Thursday, September 22, 2016

We had to say goodbye to our beautiful Maxwell Brown. 

My heart is heavy. 

My eyes are wet. 

But my head is full of wonderful memories. 

   We had the honor of being his family for 15 years. An honor that we did not take lightly. He came to us as a 12 week old bundle of fur. Ready for what life had to bring him. 

   Bruce, our first basset was ready to take on the responsibilities of the older brother. He showed him how to use the doggie door. Where to poop and pee. And most importantly how to use those special Bassett eyes to look at us adoringly when he wanted a treat. And it worked every time.
   Max was our moody child. Not everyone he met got to bathe in his love. But if he did befriend you, you were his for life.
   I thank God for allowing me to be a part of his journey here on earth. 

   I know Bruce was waiting for him at the bridge. Waiting to show him the ropes. And most importantly ... how to look at God with those brown eyes when it's treat time. 

   Because yes ... dogs do go to heaven. 

💔

  Until we meet again my love


Sunday, January 31, 2016

Starting all over again ...


Starting all over again is going to be rough
For us, but we're going to make it
Starting all over as friends is going to be tough
On us, but we gotta face it

We lost what we had, that what hurt us so bad
Set us back a thousand years
But we're going to make it up though I know it's gonna be tough
To erase the hurt and fears

Oh, starting all over again is going to be hard
But I pray to the Lord to help us make it
Starting all over again is going to slow
But we both know, we gonna make it

We gotta take life as it comes
Never fuss about it, what's right or wrong
It's an uphill climb, to the finish line
We gonna try, we gonna try, just one more time


Starting all over again is going to be hard
On us, but we can make it
Starting all over as friends is going be tough
We both know, but we gonna make it

We gotta take life as it comes
Don't make any fuss about it, what's right or wrong
We're gonna make it up, though I know it's gonna be rough
To erase the hurt and fears

Oh, starting all over again is going to be rough
For us, but we're going to make it
Starting all over as friends is going to be tough
On us, but we got to face it


- Israel (Iz) Kamakawiwo'ole 


Sunday, January 24, 2016

Longer than a day

Cleaning house with The Eagles. Appreciating all that I have. 

I was walking home from my local 24 hour grocery store late last night and saw a man sitting in a wheelchair under a blanket (remember how cold it was last night ?). Everything he owned was within a 2 foot radius. Everything. 

No I don't have the big fancy house (anymore). 
No I don't have an endless bank account. 
No I can't pack up and fly to Hawaii at the drop of a hat.  

We get these little reminders at the perfect moments in our lives. The problem is remembering them for longer then it's takes to mention how much traffic sucks. 

No matter who your "higher power" is take a moment to thank him/her/it. 

Now back to cleaning. Geeze how I hate to clean. 

Oh ... Never mind.

Peace 

Sunday, January 10, 2016

If only we knew ...

Our love affair is bitter sweet
Insecure and incomplete
And I've often wondered why your leaving's been so long delayed
It's all become so complicated
Maybe you feel obligated
And out of simpathy for me you stay
But I had rather live alone
Than live with someone who doesn't love me
And I'd rather have you go than stay
And put me down a thinkin' you're above me
Our love affair is so wound up
It's best that we unwind
And if you don't love me, leave me
And don't let it trouble your mind

You've waited much too long to leave afraid of how I'd take it
And I'm deeply touched by your concern but I think I can make it
It won't be easy for a while but I'll forget in time
And if you don't love me, leave me and don't let it trouble your mind

I had rather live alone
Than live with someone who doesn't love me
And I'd rather have you go than stay
And put me down a-thinkin' you're above me
Our love affair is so wound up
It's best that we unwind
And if you don't love me, leave me
And don't let it trouble your mind


- Dolly Parton 

Wednesday, June 24, 2015

Obsession

"How I Became The Bomb" is my new obsession, or more specific their single "Ulay, Oh". I fell down the internet rabbit hole the other day. You know how it is … you start looking for stores that sell crochet needles and end up looking at videos of surfing dogs. Anyway. I found myself on YouTube looking at a performance piece by Marina Abramović. The clip shows her having a surprise encounter with former lover and fellow artist Uwe Laysiepen after decades apart. I watched the video at least 4 times in a row. The music haunted me. So of course I had to purchase it as well as look up the lyrics. 
There she was like a picture.
There she was, she was just the same.
There she was; he just had to know that she had forgot his name.
Ulay, Ulay, Oh.
Thinking back to the last time.
On the wall as they turned away.
Walking back; was it just a dream or did he hear her say?
Ulay, Ulay, Oh.
Trying his best to forget her.
Trying his best to just keep his stride.
Kept his word, but he knows he heard
Ulay, Ulay, Oh.
Ulay, Ulay, Oh.
There she was like a picture.
There she was, she was just the same.
There she was; he just had to know she had not forgot his name.
Ulay, Ulay, Oh.
Ulay, Ulay, Oh.
Ulay, Ulay, Oh.
Ulay, Ulay, Oh.
Ulay, Ulay, Oh.
Ulay, Ulay, Oh.
Ulay, Ulay, Oh.
There he was like his picture.
There he was; he was just the same.
There he was. He could never know she could never give his name.
Ulay, Ulay, Oh.
Thinking back to the last time.
On the wall as he turned away.
Turning back, did he even know?
Did he ever hear her say
Ulay, Ulay, Oh?
Trying her best to foget him.
Trying her best just to keep her stride.
Ulay, Ulay, Oh.
Ulay, Ulay, Oh.
There they were like the picture.
There they were, they were just the same.
There they were, but he walked away and her eyes could only say
Ulay, Ulay, Oh.

Obsession comes in many forms. Good and bad. Sad and happy. But most of the time is happens in a form that cannot be understood. 

Wednesday, June 17, 2015

Really ???

I've been hearing voices for a while now as I walk out of my building.

Sometimes melancholy … 

"Wish you were here"

"I miss you"

"Do you miss me?"

Sometimes thoughtful …

"I'd be surprisingly good for you"

"You and me … we made a good team"

"Trust me"

But recently just downright rude ...

"Hey porky!"

"Whoa … when are you due?" 

"HEY, save some food for the rest of us"

Then I noticed who was saying it … 

Gym

Tuesday, June 16, 2015

Possibilities ...

Can ex's continue to be friends?
Is is healthy? Or does it stop you from moving on? 

Having a relationship with an ex is hard. If not close to impossible. 
What do you tell him? What do you ask him? Is anything off limits? And when he tells you something do you believe it, history tells you no. You really want compliment the new furniture, the paint. The funny thing is … the new 60's style decor was never his style. Now it overflows from every room. 

When you have dinner with your best friend nothing is off limits. But the rules change when you dine with the ex. If you ask about money … are you meddling? 

When you ask a BFF if they are dating you really want to know. And if they are you are happy for them. But if the ex is dating you feel replaced. Of course you want them to be happy. 

But could he at least wait until you are?

The Daily Puppy