Eye see you now!

Maddie the foster dog and I made it through the holiday!  Yesterday she went back to the shelter to be spayed and get the rest of her hair cut. 


This was Maddie before:

And this is after:

Holy Cow, she has eyes!


In a couple of days Maddie will return to the shelter so she can take part in the big Christmas adoption campaign at Neiman Marcus.  I know someone will snatch her up in all her cuteness.  I sure am gonna miss her though. But I must say, I learned a lot from her. 


As  I mentioned before, Maddie was a cruelty case.  She was rescued from a bad situation and in spite of all she has gone through she still loves people, she still loves life.  She doesn't lay down and wallow in self pity and cry over where she came from or what she went through. 

Each morning she gets up and has this big grin on her face and a wag in her tail.  The day is met with enthusiasm.  She does the dance of joy when she is fed dry, crunchy kibbles.  She is over the moon with squish hugs. 

Why is it the human race is considered the smartest of all the species yet most of us can't manage to look at life the way Maddie the foster dog does?

Funny, I got another foster pet because I was feeling down about my situation; wallowing around in the self pity and self loathing.  And here comes this dog to teach me a lesson about living life now.

Karma...its a .....

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The other day I was reading a post by a blogger i like to follow.  He told a story about how he almost killed himself at the gym.  Well, I laughed.  He is a great story teller and he painted a really great picture but I think a part of me knows deep down I have a warped sense of humor and tend to laugh at peoples pain. Sad to admit but true.

Last night I was out walking Maddie the foster dog when I slipped in mud and fell face down in middle of it. Not once. Twice. 

Thankfully all my neighbors were outside and witnessed my face planting. Both times.

That karma will get you every time.

Strollin' Strollin' Strollin'

Since my kitteths have not given me permission to have a dog I must borrow one from time to time.  This is Maddie, the foster dog .  She and I are walking through the hood.  I like having a foster.  It's like going to a library and checking out a book only its a dog. 

Hello, my name is.....???

Madame X

This is my new foster baby. She doesn't have a name yet.   I think for now I will call her Madame X.   She was rescued from a cruelty situation and placed in my care until she gets healthier.  Aside from some physical illness that will be taken care of with meds and a low weight that can be cured with food and treats,  Ms. X's fur was matted from head to toe. 


We cut what we could but at some point she will need to be put under the "milk" in order to clean up her head, neck and ears.  She is a mess.  One big mat ball.  I am toying with naming her Madeline; Maddy for short.  Get it? Maddy?  Matted fur?  HA,  I kill me.

But in all seriousness, no matter what I am going through in my life that sucks, when i give my time to helping another being (human or animal) it takes my mind from that dark place to reach out to another who is in their own.  Maybe together we can end up on the brighter side of life.


I feel like i should say namasta now...so namasta.

The Pity Party was not well attended

These last few days I have been feeling mighty sorry for myself.  Boo Hoo...Squish Squish...So Sad For Me. 

So to snap myself out of this depressing and gloomy mood I have decided to go grab some foster babies from the local animal shelter to take my mind off my problems.

Here are a couple of my fosters from days past...

Iddy Biddy

Wendy

(and they all found happy homes)

It seems to me that ...

sometimes

bad luck

is just

bad judgement

Mm' Mm' Good

I love split pea soup.  

I also love serving it at Halloween parties and telling everyone its booger stew.

Morning Pages

Some time ago I read a book by Julia Cameron called The Artist Way.  Its a guide to help people become more creative; in life, in their work, what ever.  As you go through this program to make your self a creative genius, Julia recommends every morning you write, long hand, three pages of stuff.  First thing in the morning, well after you grab that coffee or tea, you empty your mind of what ever is floating around in there, any thought you have no matter how odd. The idea is that once you clear your mind of crap you are freeing your self to be creative; artistic.  


Example of my morning pages:  "I'm too sleepy to write this early in the morning.  Why is it so cold in here? Why is my pajama top turned around backwards?  Should  I wash my curtains?  Is the lady across the street up yet? Why doesn't she chop down those vines growing on her house? Why did Kim K get married? Was it for real or a scam?  Why do so many people care? Why don't i get married and make a lot of money like she did? Is it too early to go to Shipley's and get a donut?  How far do I have to walk to walk off that donut?

See, you don't have to write a novel or even be a creative writer.  You just need to empty your mind. But I have this slight problem doing it.  I don't want to do it long hand.  You see when I write something out I have to write it in a certain kind of notebook.  They can't be spiral bound.  If I skip doing the morning pages for a while, i have to have a whole new notebook to write in.  Its too depressing to write in an old, used notebook.  I need a fresh start to be motivated. So i have about 8,573,468 notebooks lying around the house as a reminder of my lack of accomplishment.

I also have to have a certain kind of pen to write with.  It has to be a colorful gel pen.  Anything else and it just isn't worth writing. So I have more pens then Office Depot scattered around my house.  Though I never seem to be able to find one when needed.  I think it's easier to go buy new pens then to look for the old ones.

So what's the point of this long drawn out story of my lack of commitment to being creative? I found this web site called 750words.com.  This site has taken Julia's concept of three pages a day and converted it into a web site.  750 words is how many words it takes to fill up three pages by the way.
Don't worry, it's private.  No one can read what you wrote so you can have all your deviate sexual fantasies written about your boss and no one will know.  You can even misspell words and you won't be judged.

Every day that you do your Morning Pages you get a little cyber cheer from the site! That's a big deal for me because I'm kinda competitive and I like to see how I have done.  I need to know how many check marks i got in a month and how many months i went over 750 words. It also can tell me how fast I wrote my Morning Pages that day.

If you are looking to make a creative change in your life then I recommend reading The Artist Way.  No matter what your talent is; a writer, a painter, a mime, this program can help get you back on track.  If you are a crappy long hand writer like myself, then check out 750words.com. 

Joy to the World

I witnessed an odd exchange the other day as I was driving around town.  One driver got very angry at another for cutting in front of him. This man rolled down his window, leaned half way out  and let out a slew of curse words directed at the car in front of him.  It was a bit unsettling but oddly funny.  It reminded me of...well of me once upon a time.


There was a day when I would get so angry anytime someone got too close to the rear of my car; what I thought was too close i should say.  Stomping on the brakes real fast, I put the fear of God in that reckless driver!  How dare they infringe on my space!  If some one whipped in front of me and made me step on the brakes,  I would give them the biggest one finger salute in the state of Texas.  I would cuss out a nun if I thought she wasn't driving the way I thought she should. If I had a ruler I would have probably tossed it at her as I said every cuss word known to man.


But one December day it all change for me.  It was several years back, I was on my way to work and I had a Christmas cd on playing "Joy to the World".  There I was driving down the road singing so loud and so proud you would have thought I was Whitney Houston (OK, maybe not), just feeling the love and Christmas spirit all around me when outta nowhere some woman cuts right in front of me.  With out skipping a beat, or lyric, I flipped that lady off. 


It was at that very moment I knew how ridiculous I looked and how hypocritical I was.  Since that day I have never gotten to the point where I needed to cuss someone out or wave the finger in their face for their reckless, crazy driving.   Don't get me wrong, I still get frustrated at times while driving.  Let's face it, no one drives as well as I do. But now I just don't let the anger drive me to react that way anymore.

Flops away

These are my favorite shoes

So are these

but since i am trying change my style i need to look beyond the flops.  Also fall/winter has arrived 

(its 80 degrees...burrrrr)

and my feeties are getting cold.  I needed a change, something stylin',  so i found these...

I got them at a clearance sale for just $15! 

How cool is that?! 

Of course they were probably made in a sweatshop by 3 year old babies

out of material that is caustic to the human body but what the heck!