Sunday, October 28th, 2012 | Author:

I have no other place to write down these thoughts. No where to bleed. Today, with my own eyes, I saw a terrifying and painful thing. I watched my 7 year old Chocolate Lab kill our 8 week old puppy. It was vicious. The puppy’s mistake – trying to eat from Molly’s bowl. You know those movies where everything goes slo-mo and you can see the nightmare unfolding, but can do nothing about it. That was my morning. It was over quick – literally two seconds, but it will haunt me forever. The worst part was my 10 year old Bonus daughter being in the room and me being unable to protect her from the event. Her birthday puppy, killed over a piece of kibble. I am sure a more detached or more poetic person could find a way to make this ending have meaning. Correlate it to a philosophical or political discussion, but I am heartbroken. I will always be heartbroken over today’s events. My lovely chocolate lab that I raised from a five week old puppy has been rehomed with an old friend. No puppy or child will be endangered by being too near her food bowl ever again. I don’t know what to do about Aurora being gone and the pain that was caused by a creature that I love. It is one of those moments in which you would do anything to rewind time and be a split second earlier, to turn left instead of right, to believe that you had the power to create a different outcome. In reality, life is life. It happens as it will and we do the best we can to get through every day. Ten years from now I hope to think back on this day, shudder with grief and move on. I know myself well enough to know that is unlikely, but can pray for peace anyway. If you happen to be a soul that has read these words please put out a prayer to ease my daughter’s suffering. I also hope that you would offer a prayer for any animal that has ever been harmed or is looking for peace, safety and love.

Monday, January 30th, 2012 | Author:

I haven’t posted in quite some time. As my life has revved up and I’ve taken on every possible change humanly possible – blogging fell to the bottom of my list. However, as blogging is a form of narrative therapy I think I will pick it back up and keep family and friends in the loop.

As everyone who know me knows – I was married on August 12, 2012 to the most wonderful man in the world. Brandon and I had a whirlwind romance and have now been married almost as long as we knew each other before our big day. Adjusting to married life has been fairly easy. The biggest challenge for me has been allowing myself to relax my unrelenting standards and allow someone else to care for me through very loving actions. Coming home and dishes being done or laundry being folded has been a big adjustment. Weird – I know. Also, there are these two beautiful children who are around all the time and make our life even more amazing.

Just yesterday Doober and I laid in bed and she read to me from a book “Janitors”. In between pages we shared a pint of Ben and Jerry’s Phish Food. BLISS! The ice cream wouldn’t have been nearly as good without her 9 year old recitation of a supernatural order of janitors keeping our schools safe.

Moby is a bit more in the 12 year old independence stage. She rotates between playing with her sister and wanting to be alone listening to music or watching youtube videos. She is also a budding videographer as she is working on learning the fine points of stop motion animation. She has even published her first youtube video:

http://youtu.be/VGDvn5Dh9jw

 

She is struggling with frames per second concept, but she is a budding math whiz so I am sure she will get it soon.

As I have moved out of my full time position at Salt Lake Behavioral Health to pursue my PhD aspirations full time many amazing opportunities have opened up – including a potential Post Doc here in Salt Lake City and many opportunities to write for pay. Yeah!

So, without boring the masses I will wrap this up. As a wise loved one once said – you start by starting. This blog entry is an attempt to do just that.

Namaste.

Monday, June 27th, 2011 | Author:

With the help of Abbers we model our first wedding gift. The Ex!

Sunday, February 07th, 2010 | Author:

I’m really not. Seriously. Just because I love to hug and cuddle my dogs, especially after reading the current issue of Bark magazine, does not mean I should meet the hostile teeth of Miss Maggie. She gave a little warning growl. Let me know she wasn’t in the mood, so truly it is my own damn fault. I now bear an adoring wound above my left eye which will hopefully become only a small reminder scar. Reminding me of what? That free will extends to dogs and their space is to be respected as well.

Wednesday, May 13th, 2009 | Author:



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So. I finally did it. In this pic you see the fabulous Chris Hill, a true twinner, and I posing before we line up to be given empty folders that imply we have graduated.

Awesome.

Way to go classmates, graduating class of 2009! Here is to chocolate, nudity and social justice.

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Saturday, March 21st, 2009 | Author:



Balboa Park

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Juan has this awesome hat that makes him look like he is exploring Latin America. He looks truly hip in this photo.

We are at the Spanish Village, art studios, at Balboa Park.

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Saturday, March 21st, 2009 | Author:



Balboa Park

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Check out the baby angel on the right. Pulling a Dr. Evil. I loved this molding….one of many in Balboa Park. I don’t know the correct term for these, so forgive my ignorance. I loved this one.

Saturday, March 21st, 2009 | Author:



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This is the stage for the Believe show at Sea World. As I take this pic I am anxiously awaiting for the show to begin.

Saturday, March 21st, 2009 | Author:



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Seriously. These cool ass grannies come rolling up, total 5-0, in Balboa Park. The police car states they are RSVP squad: Retired Senior Volunteer Police. That’s right. These grandmothers patrol the park as official police officers. How freaking cool is that! I had to take a pic. I wanted to ask for a pic with them, but being arrested by a granny in uniform would have been the most awesome moment in my life and I would have died from glee on the spot.

Here is to you! True mavericks.

Saturday, March 21st, 2009 | Author:



Balboa Park

Originally uploaded by bukowskigrl.

This guy was jamming out at Balboa Park. He was resting, saw me taking his pic and then picked up his horn and started playing. Reminded me of Grandma and I took a pic.