After a life time of drama, baggage, and mental blocks, I am finally accepting that this is my fate…
i AM loved.
i AM free.
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Week of Mar. 29-Apr. 2 April 1, 2010
I’m currently listening to an audio book about Charles Schultz. Thanks to Snoopy there was a book/cartoon/movie released with the title “Happiness is a Warm Puppy”.
I’d have to agree.
Sam brings me a great deal of happiness, and as much as I like animals, I REALLY like this one, which is ironic considering I’ve always been a cat lady.
I’ve been chided (A LOT) for the sheer size of Sam. I never realized how large he was until I saw other Golden Retrievers. He is a little pony like…
I have a friend who consistently says that first time dog owners should have to follow a rule, saying that they can only get a dog that weighs up to 40 pounds. Sam here? He ways at least double, and almost as much as I do. He is shorter than me (barely) when he stands on his hind legs. We usually see eye to eye. He is taller than me when we sit side by side…
(Aren’t we adorable?)
(And, if you look closely you can see where his lip got cut when he got hit head on by a pick up truck – and then promptly stood up, brushed himself off, and came galloping back!)
I would have to say that Schultz was right. Happiness for me has been found in a giant puppy. I never would’ve guessed, because before the divorce I never cared one bit for dogs. I mean I’d liked them and often said I wanted one, but also in the same way I want a Camry – I never thought it’d happen.
And here I am. A dog owner. And not only that, a dog lover. I love this crazy pooch more than I can accurately put into words.
For all those who say I should have a dog that is my size, I’d just like to say that I don’t think life works like that. You don’t pick love based on a list of requirements, specifications, or “how it looks”. Are we an odd mix? Definitely. Are we happy? Look at him – he smiles!! Are we in love? Definitely.
Plus, just know this, it could always be worse. The last two pictures are NOT Sam, and were sent to me in a forward and through an im, and I have them for ‘proof’ that size doesn’t matter.
Ode to my Mother November 9, 2009
Yesterday I was thinking back to a conversation that Megan and I have repeatedly with our mom. It made me giggle, then infuriated me, then made me giggle again.
Megan and I dealing with our mother made me instantly think about Luc, and what she’s going through. And that made me pray.
I figure between the two of us, we have as many mommy issues as we do mirrors and tubes of lip gloss; so if you can’t beat ‘em, join ‘em, right? How else are we going to deal? Obivously screaming ranting plotting arguing laughing is the only way.
And so, without further adue, we are instituting a new weekly feature on the blog called Ode to my Mother. We’ll each take turns and just share the wonderfulness that mothers are.
Luc is kicking it off, and after some of the few stories I’ve heard, I can’t wait to read her post!!!
