| Anybody seen this puppy?? |
Sep 1, 2008 11:48 am
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Really it is not a joking matter, and I am sick with worry that I will not get this little fellow to warm up to me.
We brought him home from Regina yesterday. It is a four hour drive one way, so he had four lingering hours in the back seat with my daughter. He did very well, very soft nature, albeit terribly timid.
Once we got him home we let him just run around freely to smell and do his business. Well all of a sudden he bolted. That was 5:30 p.m. last night. He is still in the yard but that means nothing because I live on acres and acres of yard. There is open land to the N, S, E and W of us. My concern is that he will venture somewhere and get hurt by the farm equipment because everyone is in full swing for harvest.
Sensy gave me some really great advice that has not worked so far, but that was to use salmon to lure him in and then just gently let him feel out the situation.
The breeder told me to make sure I run his kibble through my hands to let him know that getting his food depends on me! Ok so know I smell like fish and dog food, and no dog! My indoor puppy has been trying to chew my hands off for hours.
So I am off to see if I can "puppy whisper" this little fellow into a safer place than the open yard. In all seriousness if anyone can offer suggestions that would be great. I don't want him sleeping outside alone again, as the coyotes will look for opportunities to call him out of the yard if they can.
Exhausted 
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| Checking out the winkers |
Aug 28, 2008 11:48 am
367 Views | I don't hold much stock in the winks that are collecting on my home page. In fact I have wondered to whether the people sending winks even read a persons profile?
The most surprising winks are the young women, no profile pics...but they are sending married women winks and kisses. I am left with the thought that it is probably some guy that has women on women fantasies.
I just think too much I reckon. | |
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| Don’t get Jones’d |
Aug 27, 2008 6:56 pm
283 Views | Don’t get Jones’d
Open minded, closed mouthed;
Kool aid for drinks and I for one
am thirsty.
Thank you Jimmy, but you go first!
Raise your glass and toast the masses
in synch.
We watch as they fall
till it is just you and I
left standing to sip the neon drink.
I wink, and knock er back
and watch you drink and sneer
Jokes on you, you simple fool.
I switched mine out for beer!
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| My view of yesterday, as I sit in today. |
Aug 24, 2008 12:49 pm
376 Views | When you called last night and told me about your crisis I could feel my mind kick into fix-it mode. Why do I do that with you? I feel some need to mother you, to give you the advice one gives their not yet grown child. When I look back at our relationship, I can see where I was pressed into the mold that would shape me to be this way. Being pliable in all ways, my nature was never to resist. Why should I have, I was supposed to trust you right?
So what “is” my role?
I look in the mirror and in my eyes I see a time capsule that is sealed tight. Then I am stricken with the taunting that calls from behind the capsule door. You know, I can not tell you how many times I have had to resist opening that door to the past. Sometimes I want to take it off the hinges and beat you with it. Then sanity takes control and I close my eyes so that the reflection of “The Nightmare on Chelle’s Street” vanishes.
I know what my role is not. It is not to rescue you even though I am shaped to do it. You always made it difficult for me to be me. I grew up believing that you had the power to literally destroy me, and in some ways you did ruin parts of who I am. But I picked-up those shattered pieces and wrapped them up and tucked them away from the world. When the time was right I began piecing myself back together.
Now I am in the middle of my life and I want to make my own story and you drag me back to the gateway to that certain kind of hell that is your story. I am so tired of being led here. I am dreadfully tired and wanting to just build an iron wall over the past and just leave it there. Me, the real me, would love to shoot straight with you. Yet I can not, and I will tell you why. I love you too much to hurt you the way you have hurt me. Oh I have thought about unleashing unholy hellfire, and I could. But I never would because then I would have to look at the reflection of you in my eyes. A vow I made long ago was to never be like you. In most ways I am not. Your words broke me, mother. In some sick twisted way you thought to control me with threats of abandonment, and cruel disengagement.
I was molded to be a rescuer because I would have to eventually rescue myself. Now I just have to begin chipping away at the parts of me that I no longer find necessary.
Forgiveness does not mean forgetting,
Forgiveness is taking the consequences of another’s misdeeds and covering them with grace.
I need to give you my grace Mom…..so that I can be whole….. | |
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| Crickets |
Aug 24, 2008 5:21 am
342 Views | Have you ever noticed that when you 'want' to find a cricket that is chirping they usually stop just before you have their location pin~pointed?
For some reason I have the little singers getting into my basement and that is where I have my laundry. That is also where my 17 year old son sleeps...and for some reason the idea of crickets sharing his sleeping space freaks him out.
I told him to just catch them and take them outside....I don't like to kill them because they eat grasshopper eggs. But my kid says, "Yeah, like mom every time I get close to them they quit chirping!"
So he grabs his fuzzy blanket and moves to the leather sofa up stairs. Which I will add is not long enough for him. He has a moderate sleep, gets up in the morning and goes to work for his uncle. Son number 1 comes up stairs as he also inhabits the basement, for sleep purpose. He sits down on the sofa and has a chat with me as I drink my morning coffee. After a few minutes he gets up and goes to grab some breakfast and notices a squashed Cricket on the sofa!
It would have appeared that the rogue Cricket came up stairs on a blanket and met it's demise on my couch....funny how things turn out. Well not for the poor cricket guess! | |
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| No I am not calling you Hunny Bunny |
Aug 22, 2008 10:20 pm
432 Views |  | Contrary to what you see here at the blogs, I am a very kind and demure person.
*completely straight faced here*
Okay not demure, but I am kind and I would never go out of my way to embarrass another human being. However it has happened quite by accident and I do not know who was redder in the end of this particular situation.
I was doing a little shopping at Wally World last week, picking up a few school things and camping supplies for my daughter and hubby's motorcycle trip. Now as I am going through the check out I smile at my daughter because there is a very nice young man about my daughter's age working the cash. Turns out he is apparently a young man she knows from drama festival.
So they are making small talk and I am keeping an eye on my purchases and the tally. Smiling and making nice with the cute teenage boy that is sweet and uncomfortable with small talk. So I back off and say very little to him and continue the conversation with my daughter.....who I have all kinds of pet names for. Just as the teenage cashier totals my items, dear daughter asked a question and I reply to her, while facing the cashier....
"No Hunny Bunny, I think that will have to do."
He looks at me, deer in the headlight look. I realize very quickly that he thinks I just called him Hunny Bunny, and foolishly, I tried to explain. Oh you just know this did not go well. My daughter is horrified , cashier cutie is about at red as a newly painted fire truck, and me?....I am finding it difficult to breathe from the embarrassment.  ....
Honestly I do not do that kind of thing on purpose! |
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| dreaming you are naked where everyone else is not.... |
Aug 22, 2008 2:05 pm
481 Views | I had this conversation with someone on the phone a few days ago! I know that I am not the only one that has dreamed they were buck naked in a room of fully clothed peers. Truth is I used to have that dream a lot, and psychologists would tell you all manners of things as to what it could mean. I am convinced that all it means is I need to stop sleeping in the nude.
It used to be that I was ashamed of my nakedness in the dream and then one day it was like I was Lady Godiva! I was not really even aware that anything was out of sorts! I just traipsed around like it did not matter. Not that that is a bad thing, because it is 'MY' dream dammit, so who has the right to tell me I can't be naked there? Right?
But in all seriousness, is there anybody who wants to give their armchair philosophy on what the naked dream means? I am not looking for advice.... ....just some fun sharing! | |
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| Are you a prisoner??? |
Aug 21, 2008 11:47 am
436 Views |  | sands through an hour glass
spill over the man standing still
he can not choose which way to go
and so he is caught in the trap of his own indecision.
time waits for no one
so the wisdom says
and if is it ignored
you will find that you have become its prisoner.
Michelle |
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| intent |
Aug 20, 2008 3:14 pm
467 Views |  | Would you still be impressed
by the glory of her smile
if you could see the reflection in dead eyes
that tells the truth of her intent?
A wager laid on cold stone says, “Likely not.”
A trust spread open for all to see,
has been sacrificed on the whims of she.
Long shadows cast by the suns last light,
grieve
as lies from her lips ripple out,
like waves from a stone tossed in a lake.
On and on without end,
the only confidence left is this
she preys on the ego’s of kings,
and sentiments of valiant knights.
None can stand against the stone she throws. |
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