Bloodhound Gang - Boom
(don't bother too much with the video, just crank it up and close your eyes)
Friday, June 29, 2007
Thursday, June 28, 2007
Is this thing on?
Ok people. Where the hell are you? Why isn't anybody posting? I know, I'm the only one without a life, but that's besides the point.
Monday, June 25, 2007
Missing Winston
As most of you know, I had a dog. Yes 'had' being the operative word. I got Winston as a puppy. 8 weeks old. Bundle of fluff and exciteability. Fell madly in love with him. Then my husband and I decided to divorce. I moved out and took the dog with me. Now the single life has overtook (overtaken?) me. I am constantly gone, always wanting to be gone and never ever have time for the Puppy I fell madly in love with. He was there for me during some hard times. He kept me company and loved me unconditionally. I realized that him being home alone for more than 8 hours every single day was not healthy for him. I was also spending nights away from home (yes, I'm a ho.. whatever, I embrace it) and not coming home until noon the next day. I took some time to think about what I needed to do with my life right now and determined that Winston, being the wonderful little dog he is, deserved better than I could give him. I put an ad on Craigslist. I got over 12 hits in about an hour. I took the ad down and then began the interview process. I found a family that couldn't be more perfect for him, and he for them. This isn't a conventional family in the sense that President Bush would see it. Thank God for that. Lisa and Chelsea (not their real names) are a couple and have a 12 year old boy that they adopted of mixed race and he also has FAA (Fetal Alcohol Affect.) Lisa is a PE teacher, for children with challenges no less. Chelsea is a social worker. They want to train Winston to be a therapy dog to help their son. See, their son sometimes gets into situations where he rages, and they want Winston to be his little 'notifier'. When Winston senses that the boy is having problems, he will go sit by him and comfort him. I am in awe of this family. They also have a 9 year old dog named Mattie (not her real name.. lol) and a cat named Monica. (again, not her real name). They are beautiful people with so much to give, I feel rather overwhelmed that I found them and that Winston gets to live with them for the rest of his life. I am almost of the mind that this all happened for a reason, that I was only supposed to have Winston for a short time, so I could give him to a family like them. Or, perhaps it's all random and it really doesn't mean anything.. but I sort of doubt it.
So, here's to Winston, who gave me so much and now gets to share his love with a family like theirs. I miss ya Pooch.
So, here's to Winston, who gave me so much and now gets to share his love with a family like theirs. I miss ya Pooch.
Sunday, June 24, 2007
Crushes
Sweet subject. I can relate to the teacher crush thing. Mr. Freeman was my 3rd grade teacher, and I totally know where you're coming from, WCG. I wanted to be his daughter/wife or something, wanted to go live in his house and he would take care of me and stuff.
My first age-appropriate crush was on John Sailing in the 5th grade. He actually became my boyfriend for awhile. We would leave each other notes in our coat pockets, naturally the first note being (and I was the one who asked): "Will you go with me," followed by convenient boxes to check, one marked "yes," one marked "no." I think I may have included a "maybe" in there too, in case he needed to think about it.
It lasted maybe a week or so, until he broke up with me, by note of course, that he had to dump me because too many people were teasing him. Apparently I wasn't the sought-after sexy li'l number then that Catfish thinks I am now.
Here's a fun fact: Whenever that Christopher Cross song came on the radio, I'd get sent into orbit, thinking about John: "Sailing....takes me away, to where I've always heard it could be...." Aaah. Isn't that romantic? See, because Sailing was his last name.
My first age-appropriate crush was on John Sailing in the 5th grade. He actually became my boyfriend for awhile. We would leave each other notes in our coat pockets, naturally the first note being (and I was the one who asked): "Will you go with me," followed by convenient boxes to check, one marked "yes," one marked "no." I think I may have included a "maybe" in there too, in case he needed to think about it.
It lasted maybe a week or so, until he broke up with me, by note of course, that he had to dump me because too many people were teasing him. Apparently I wasn't the sought-after sexy li'l number then that Catfish thinks I am now.
Here's a fun fact: Whenever that Christopher Cross song came on the radio, I'd get sent into orbit, thinking about John: "Sailing....takes me away, to where I've always heard it could be...." Aaah. Isn't that romantic? See, because Sailing was his last name.
Saturday, June 23, 2007
All right people, I'm here. My dog ate my ethernet cable so I wasn't able to post yesterday. Really.. he did. Honest. No friggen lie. Munched on the end of it.
Anyway.. okay.. My first Crush.
The Scene:
2nd grade, Panther Lake Elementary School. Kent, WA. Mrs. Dunn's class
The players: Me, Mrs. Dunn.
In 2nd grade I was 8 years old. It was 1975/76. I remember 1976 because it was some sort of Centennial Celebration for the United States. You'd think I'd know more about it, but shit.. I don't. I just remember a lot of Red White and Blue and a lot of talk about Revolutions. History is not my subject. I could actually care less about American History. I think it's a skewed representation from white folks point of view. I've always thought that.. even as a kid I had some sort of weird understanding that what I was being tought was not the full story. Anyway.. that's probably a whole other post.
My 2nd grade teacher. Mrs. Dunn. She had long blonde hair and wore the coolest 70's clothes. She was tall and thin and had these long fingernails. She had the whitest teeth. She had a tiny tiny slight overbite that was somehow very compelling. I was so drawn to her. She always smelled like Vanilla. She was so nurturing. I remember one day I was sad because somebody teased me about my short hair. She sat with me and looked me in the eyes and said I was beautiful just the way I was. That was it for me. I was in love. Head over heels, magically in love with my 2nd grade female teacher. I wanted to be her daughter. I wanted to be her husband. I wanted to move in with her. I had elaborate fantasies that she was my mom. As you can see it was a rather mixed up type crush, but hell I was 8.
Mrs. Dunn became pregnant during my time in her 2nd grade class. I was jealous of that baby. She looked so happy and radiant and I wanted to be the reason for it. I would deliberately be sad or upset sometimes, just to get her attention. When 2nd grade came to an end I knew I'd never see her again. She was due that summer and wouldn't be returning to teach for a while. The last day of school I brought her a homemade goodbye gift of sorts. I wrote her a letter and told her I thought she was the most bestest teacher in the world and that I loved her. Yes, I said I loved her. She got down on my level and gave me the biggest hug. I'll never forget that.
So see, nothing lascivious. Entirely innocent, if not a little.. weird.
Anyway.. okay.. My first Crush.
The Scene:
2nd grade, Panther Lake Elementary School. Kent, WA. Mrs. Dunn's class
The players: Me, Mrs. Dunn.
In 2nd grade I was 8 years old. It was 1975/76. I remember 1976 because it was some sort of Centennial Celebration for the United States. You'd think I'd know more about it, but shit.. I don't. I just remember a lot of Red White and Blue and a lot of talk about Revolutions. History is not my subject. I could actually care less about American History. I think it's a skewed representation from white folks point of view. I've always thought that.. even as a kid I had some sort of weird understanding that what I was being tought was not the full story. Anyway.. that's probably a whole other post.
My 2nd grade teacher. Mrs. Dunn. She had long blonde hair and wore the coolest 70's clothes. She was tall and thin and had these long fingernails. She had the whitest teeth. She had a tiny tiny slight overbite that was somehow very compelling. I was so drawn to her. She always smelled like Vanilla. She was so nurturing. I remember one day I was sad because somebody teased me about my short hair. She sat with me and looked me in the eyes and said I was beautiful just the way I was. That was it for me. I was in love. Head over heels, magically in love with my 2nd grade female teacher. I wanted to be her daughter. I wanted to be her husband. I wanted to move in with her. I had elaborate fantasies that she was my mom. As you can see it was a rather mixed up type crush, but hell I was 8.
Mrs. Dunn became pregnant during my time in her 2nd grade class. I was jealous of that baby. She looked so happy and radiant and I wanted to be the reason for it. I would deliberately be sad or upset sometimes, just to get her attention. When 2nd grade came to an end I knew I'd never see her again. She was due that summer and wouldn't be returning to teach for a while. The last day of school I brought her a homemade goodbye gift of sorts. I wrote her a letter and told her I thought she was the most bestest teacher in the world and that I loved her. Yes, I said I loved her. She got down on my level and gave me the biggest hug. I'll never forget that.
So see, nothing lascivious. Entirely innocent, if not a little.. weird.
Friday, June 22, 2007
Here goes....Old School Style!
I'm embarrassed but my first crush was on Davy Jones from the Monkeys. I was about 7 years old and The Monkeys was my favorite show on TV. I didn't realize I had the crush until I dreamed about Davy and I making out......tongue style! I don't even know how I knew about tongue stuff. I honestly thought that I was going to grow up and meet him and marry him someday! I really wish I had. Him or Donny Osmond or Michael Jackson.....
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