Wednesday, April 30, 2008
Sunday, April 27, 2008
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This is Sydney. 18 months old, 22 lbs, a Heinz 57 mix, and a really sweetie!
Here is the story. When my sister was visiting last month, she and I went to the pet store to get some training treats for Tyler the Corgi. (If you are interested in dogs, you might want to know that Tyler has responded well to "clicker" training) The best pet store in town is located next to the fabric store, the one I'm not supposed to go to on Saturdays because of my over-affection for dogs.
Anyway, on that day, we saw Sydney there with a bunch of other "rescue" dogs. There were some mighty fine dogs there that day, but we both agreed that little Sydney, even as a mixed breed, was the best dog ---we left Sydney there, somewhat reluctantly.
Yesterday I went to the fabric store, and there was little Sydney, still. I could not believe after a month she was still available. I tried to get her attention but she was sad and distracted. I left and drove all the way home (20 minutes) with that dog on my mind. After about an hour I drove back to town to the pet store. The lady running the adoption asked me if I wanted to take her out of her pen and play with her. The first thing little Sydney did was give me a big sloppy kiss. The lady told me she had been rescued from the pound a few months ago and then I recalled seeing her on that website and thinking how cute she was. She is also sweet beyond belief. So, she came home with me.
The doggie adoption lady told me if it didn't work out with my other dogs, I could bring her back. So far, it's gone pretty well and it's been about 24 hours. She is spayed, up to date on shots, and potty-trained, Whoo Hoo!
Here is the Doggie breakdown at our house;
Dina: Golden Retriever, 11 years old, has cancer, arthritis, and sometimes incontinence. Has mostly good days, despite all this. Alpha female. Considered my older son's dog. Of course my son now lives in San Francisco and the dog still lives with me.
Molly: Golden-Chow mix. Best watch dog ever. Considered my younger son's dog. Course, he will be in college in 3 and 1/2 years. The dog is only 3 years old, and I'm sure will still be living with me.
Tyler: Welsh Pembroke Corgi, 2 years old, alpha dog of the pack. Wide open, all the time. Considered my dog. Only dog not "fixed" as I have planned on studding him out. He thinks the new dog is OK cause she is submissive and close to his size. I think his real motivation is he wants to *hump* her......
Sydney: Perhaps a boxer-jack russell mix??? Nobody knows. She has the boxer face, complete with the underbite. 18 months old. A real sweetie. Fitting in well. I know how to justify this...she can be my little girls' dog!!!!
I have been unsure if I did the right thing, as this adds to the load. But I feel in my heart that I did.
My fantasy is to sit all of them on the front stoop for a group shot!
Thursday, April 24, 2008
"Headbands For Haiti"
What really amazes me about this last photo is W. still has her necklace that I brought her at Christmas. In the rough, tumble, communal environs of the orphanage, this is nothing short of a miracle!
Monday, April 21, 2008
i am: way too independent for my own good.
i think: that despite all the crazy things we do to ourselves, each other and the planet, humanity will continue to survive for a very long time.
i know: that I am completely burnt out on my job.
i want: to do something different and still have my salary, benefits and great hours.
i have: way too many clothes, shoes and purses.
i wish: my girls were home from Haiti
i hate: my house when it's messy and unorganized.
i miss: my sisters. They live too far away. My dad.
i fear: the crawlspace under my house. I hire men to go under there
i feel : a little depressed about my job.
i hear: the toilet making a strange sound
i smell: Peking Chow Mien (what I had for dinner)
i crave: A really good book, and some really good male companionship. Not at the same time.
i search: for meaning, continually.
i wonder: when my girls will be home
i regret: a few things. Before 40, I would have said "no regrets", after 40 if you say that, you haven't lived or you are telling a fib.
i love: my kids, my family
i ache: for a lost love--- :-)
i care: too much! I care about people.
i always: take about 45 minutes to wake up in the morning. Mandatory coffee.
i am not: happy with my weight.
i believe: in God, the Holy Trinity
i dance: every chance I get
i sing: always. It sounds bad when I have my MP-3 player on with the headphones.
i cry: at the "save the children" infomercials
i don’t always: clean up around here like I should
i fight: instinctively---I think it's the Aries in me---but I have learned to tame myself
i write: all the time
i win: whenever possible
i lose: badly (although I will never show it, it's an internal thing)
i never: want to become bitter
i confuse: my head and my heart
i listen: usually to my head, not always good
i can usually be found: On the computer, in the garden, with my nose in a book.
i am scared: that I will never accomplish all the things in my life that I want to
i need: creative outlets
i am happy about: my friends and family, my life, all my adventures and opportunities
I TAG----Courtney, Kathy, and Heidi
Thursday, April 17, 2008
I have mixed feelings about this. I am sad that he will be so far away, but we have family and friends in the Bay Area, so he will have contacts there. His friends have moved out ahead of him, so he already has room-mates, (he'll need them...cost of housing is, shall we say, HIGH) although he does not yet have a job lined up. It is so hard to let go! But I was an independent free spirit (probably still am!) back in the day. I lived in the Bay Area for 10 years, the last 10 years I lived in my native state of California. I lived in San Francisco for one of those years. He's even moving to the Mission District, which is where I lived! So what can I say? It's just that I will miss him, and worry about him. But I am proud of him for doing something different and a little daring.
I'll be booking my flight for a visit in August!
Wednesday, April 16, 2008
Here are the most recent photos, taken over the week-end!
Tuesday, April 15, 2008
Sunday, April 13, 2008
Wednesday, April 9, 2008
The problems of hunger and poverty in Haiti are well documented. What has pushed the people over the edge this time is desperation...food and money have always been difficult to come by there for the majority. Now food is becoming nearly impossible for the masses to obtain because the prices have risen nearly 50% since last summer. This outbreak of protests seems sudden, but the problem has been simmering for months.
I fear there are no easy answers. The price of food has gone up world wide. Even if I had not read this in the paper, or experienced it at the grocery, I could tell you it's true, because my profession involves food. For a year my staff and I have struggled with keeping our food costs in line. We have come up with 30 ways to try, but I will tell you the most effective way is to raise prices. Because prices have been raised on us. The cost of doing business has become much higher. And this is what is happening, on a far more tragic scale, in Haiti.
Tuesday, April 8, 2008
Another package going to Illinois, then on to Haiti today. I always seem to get a little carried away at this. It started with the water clogs. I saw some decorative kits at Michaels several months ago for these types of shoes for kids. I thought it was a super-cute idea, So once I started the clogs, I decided they needed a T-shirt to go with. I had not sent any pictures in awhile, and W. LOVES pictures, so I made 2 albums (decorated with leftover clog do-dads) and then went to Walgreens to pick up the photos. While there, had to look in the hair section, and broke down and bought the ballies. The little compacts were right there. I knew those girls would love that. Decided I may as well look in the toy section. Found the little doll-bubble blowing kits....see how this goes?
I used white glue to secure the decorations...I knew the adhesive would not hold up in humidityI know that many of these items are shared with the masses in the creche, and ultimately destroyed, but I just want my girls to have the knowledge that someone is thinking of them.I hope they have at least a moment of that kind of happiness. I want them to enjoy the attention they receive when a visitor brings them a package. I want them to just have that moment in time.
Monday, April 7, 2008
Sunday, April 6, 2008
Here is my confession. I became a NASCAR fan about 6 years ago. I never thought it would happen! The Tomboy still lives in me. Right next to the Girly-Girl. I am one strange contridiction of a woman.
Rookie Michael McDowell's crash in Friday's qualifying at Texas.