Friday, June 20, 2008

Sweetie Pie was laid to rest on June 18, 2008.
She was a FABULOUS dog. Sweet tempered, loving, loyal, pateint, special.
We have shed many many tears over our girl, and will miss her so much. She has surely spoiled us for future dogs- although, we will most certainly take in another pet from the pound and love him or her just as much, if not more. We will go to the park more often, take more silly pictures, snuggle on the couch on rainy days.

The next few days will be spent scrap-booking about our girl, and gathering pictures and what not for safe-keeping. We haven’t yet managed to put away her food and water bowls, or toys or plush doggie bed yet. Maybe this weekend.

Thanks to all who have shared kind words and hugs with us–

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Tuesday, June 17, 2008

Sweetie

Avid readers, I am very sad today.

We have a dog, My Tween and The Little Woman and I. Her name is Sweetie. She is a black American Cocker Spaniel, about three years old. She is THE MOST ADORABLE dog, sweet as pie (hence the name) and seriously has all of our hearts without a doubt. She is our girl.

I’m sad avid reader, because today we had to take Sweetie in to the vet because she was having trouble walking. A lot of trouble. And after x-rays, we find out that she has degenerative disc disease. Four fractures along her spinal cord.

Our hearts are broken. There isn’t much to be done, and what could be tried (surgery) is 1. super expensive, and 2. not even advisable, given the amount of damage. Sigh.

I have not made it home yet to sit down and talk to the girls about what we will have to do. I start crying just thinking about it. How am I going to break this to them? I know this is part of life, but my girls, especially My Tween are so in love with Sweetie, so totally attached, that this loss will be very hard to bear.

Say prayers, think good thoughts for us. We will need them.

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Wednesday, June 11, 2008

Whining…..

Holy crap my feet hurt.

I bought THE CUTEST black patent peep toe wedges last weekend. They are adorable. They make me feel all feminine and grown up and profesh when I pair them with slacks for work, and I stalk the hallways like She-Ra, warrior queen of all things cubicle, but DAMMIT TO HADES, they make the balls of my feel ache like none other by 4:00. I parked three blocks from my building, and the wind gusts are over 45 miles per hour today. THATS gonna be a nice hobble to the car huh? Won’t I look pretty?

Also, found the greatest gem of a blog today– http://www.formerlyfun.blogspot.com. Great mini-series goin on there, go check it out.

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Wednesday, June 4, 2008

My Tween Rocks (Literally)

I just had a seriously cool moment.
I’m sittin on the couch, just hanging with my girlies, and My Tween, out of the blue, says “Mom, can you load some Led Zepplin on my iPod”.

Just like that. The child is 11, and has developed a taste for rock. It’s enough to make a mother weep tears of joy.

Now, I pride myself a little on exposing the kiddos to way more than the standard fare on the radio. We listen to Bob Marley, and latin music, and some cool alternative most of the time. Lately its been blues and some retro Dean Martin and the Andrews Sisters.

I’d figured I would bring some Zep into the mix at some point, you know, but to have her come up all can you and me all shYEA! Seriously, how cool is that.

So now, in addition to some Zep, My Tween also has some AC/DC, Heart, Fleetwood Mac, Guns N Roses, and Scorpions to sample.

Rock on kiddo. Rock On.

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Monday, June 2, 2008

POEM

Was cleaning out my closet yesterday and came upon a book of poems I wrote at least 4 or 5 years ago. Wanted to share two of them.

“What are you thinking?’  he asks

I am remembering the weight of my child in my arms
little and
heavy
and perfect.

I am remembering the length of her eyelashes,
resting against her cheek as she sleeps.

I am imagining the sound of her voice first thing in the morning
as she tells me of her dreams.

I am ecthing the image into my mind
of the way she holds her hand up to a ray of sunlight
wonderously appearing to be catching something more magical
than dust motes.

I don’t want to forget.

AND

MOJAVE WOMAN

The hills of this desert and mounds
voluptuous complications of breast and hip
curves of thighs that could only be the forms of women
burried under sand and rock and earth
elements worn like dresses and shawls, like naked skin
under the light of the moon and sun
giant in proportions, a great nation of beings
they have chosen their place to finally sigh.

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