We brought you home on Mother's Day. You were AKC registered as Sabita Menanne Borstad. We named you Rusty. We affectionately called you BooBoo. You were this little furball that we just couldn't get enough of. Just a tiny cream colored ball of fluff with red ears.
You made everyone love you at first sight. You were the sweetest thing. Your soft fur absorbed tears better than any towel. A wag of your tail and kisses from your soft, black tongue could brighten even the gloomiest of days. And you were the only dog I've ever known that when given hugs, hugged back.
My grandmother, at the end of her days and in the throws of Alzheimers, couldn't remember my name when we came to visit, but she always remembered yours and asked about you.
You tolerated your little sister, even when she beat the snot out of you.
You thought you were a cat. And you let Harley think he was a dog.
If it had been a while since I had seen you, your eyes lit up when I walked in the door it was all kisses and hugs until I left again.
You were afraid of thunderstorms, but fearless in the face of a snowball.
Basketballs didn't stand a chance around you.
I still remember the day we realized we would need to get a stand-up food and water dish because we found you asleep with your head in your current dish.
I loved you, BooBoo, more than you'll ever know. And your daddy's a dick for not telling me you passed. But I'm in the process of making sure that doesn't happen with your sister.
I can't believe I'll never get another one of your hugs. Or see you make your BooBoo face again. There is an empty hole that will never again be filled in my heart.
You were irreplacable and you will be missed.
Rest In Peace, Rusty.
Thursday, August 27, 2009
Saturday, June 27, 2009
I Just Love Making People Cry
At work, our supervisor will be leaving us soon to go to another shift. Tonight our team suprised the supervisor with a going away party. She was totally suprised. We even got a few tears.
I'm really going to miss her. She has made work fun, and at the same time was a really good boss. She is motivating, supportive and encouraging.
So Two Box.... If by any chance you ever read this... Deuces!
I'm really going to miss her. She has made work fun, and at the same time was a really good boss. She is motivating, supportive and encouraging.
So Two Box.... If by any chance you ever read this... Deuces!
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
Should Old Aquaintence Be Forgot?
I've been getting a lot of gossip lately about people who would consider themselves to be "former friends" of mine. I just have one thing to say about that. I don't have any "former friends". As far as I'm concerned, if any of these "former friends" who others seem to think I HATE came to me, I would treat them the same as any other friend of mine.
Maybe it's just me. I just don't like it when other people perpetuate a concept that I hold anyone in contempt when I don't. I mean, sure... there are those in my history who I've had... disagreements with, but that doesn't mean I don't still consider them friends. Just because we haven't spoken in a while doesn't mean I don't still love them like I used to.
Heck, most of these so-called "former friends" are people who have helped me through some of the most difficult times of my life. That means a lot to me. It really does.
So for any of you "former friends" who read this: I still love you. I'd still love to hear from you. I still worry about you, wonder if you're okay. And for those of you who I've hurt in the past, I'm sorry.
Maybe it's just me. I just don't like it when other people perpetuate a concept that I hold anyone in contempt when I don't. I mean, sure... there are those in my history who I've had... disagreements with, but that doesn't mean I don't still consider them friends. Just because we haven't spoken in a while doesn't mean I don't still love them like I used to.
Heck, most of these so-called "former friends" are people who have helped me through some of the most difficult times of my life. That means a lot to me. It really does.
So for any of you "former friends" who read this: I still love you. I'd still love to hear from you. I still worry about you, wonder if you're okay. And for those of you who I've hurt in the past, I'm sorry.
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
Valentine's Day Thoughts
With V-Day coming up soon, I've been thinking a lot about what it means to me and V-Days of yesteryear. I figured I'd write up a blog entertaining these thoughts and with some helpful hints for those who are just STUCK in the 'what the hell do I get him/her' phase...
First off, I'll tell you about some of the worst times. One ex got me car parts for Valentine's Day. Or so he said. Quite a few ex's have plain and simple forgot. (Hey guys - at least saying "Happy Valentine's Day" is nice and doesn't cost you a thing!) And I'm pretty sure I've been dumped on at least one V-Day.
Now, for the best of times... #3 on the list would be ex-hubby #2. For our first V-Day together, he made me a homemade pizza in the shape of a heart and spelled out "I love you" in pepperoni. Table was set with candles and flowers and all that jazz. Sweet, eh? #2 on the list would be ex-hubby #1. For OUR first V-Day together, he went to my parents house (I was living with the 'rents at the time) and woke up my third-shift father (he wasn't very happy about that, but oh well) to get into my bedroom where he covered my bed in rose petals, flowers, teddy bears and chocolates. He then showed up at my place of employment (I was working that morning) and got down on one knee in the parking lot to ask me if I'd promise to marry him (promise ring in hand, of course). I didn't know about all the bedroom stuff until I got home. I about lost it that day... And for the #1 all time favorite V-Day....
Ex-fiance was in the Army, stationed in Alaska. I had been crying to him all week about the fact that I finally had someone for V-Day, but would be unable to celebrate it with him. Sure enough, on V-Day, I received a package from him with his letterman's jacket. Later that day, I received a bouquet of roses. Later that evening, when I called him to thank him for everything (and to let him know it all arrived safe and sound), I mentioned the roses. I told him, "Uh... I don't want to seem ungrateful or petty or anything, but I happened to have counted the roses. There were 11. Were there supposed to be 12?" I could practically hear him smiling on the other end of the line. "No," he said, "The 12th rose is you." *sigh* That story still makes me flutter.
Now, for those of you who are still pondering what to get your significant other for V-Day, I have a few words of advice. As a caveat, I must mention that there are, I'm sure, quite a few people out there who go for the 'traditional' gifts and just get their women diamonds, a lobster dinner, three dozen roses, a fur coat, etc., etc., etc. If my boyfriend did that I'd smack him upside the head. I don't like any of those things. But we'll call those women who like those things Category A women. For the remainder of this blog, I'll be referring to Category X women - people more like me.
It's the thought that counts. I maintain that it is TOTALLY the thought that counts. This means that gift cards are unacceptable, as they require no thought whatsoever. Now, of course, if you say, "Here, honey, I got you a gift card so we can go shopping together this weekend." well, I guess I can let that slide. However, in the same respect, I'd much rather receive a hand-made card, poorly drawn with bad poetry that properly expresses my man's feelings than some Hallmark card that he paid $5 for and spent about a minute looking for. Especially if said Hallmark card says, "Happy Birthday Grandma!" (Yes, I've seen it happen.) Bottom line, put some thought into it, people.
It doesn't have to cost an arm and a leg. Contrary to popular belief, more expensive DOES NOT equal better. Sure, if you've got the money to blow and you know she's gonna like the Rolex watch, get it. But hey, instead of the dozen roses, how about finding out what kind of flower she actually LIKES and getting her a few of those? Or give her a home-grown spa day where you pamper her - running a bath for her, giving her a massage, etc. Good ol' 'Queen for the Day' shit. Works for me.
Sex isn't always the answer. Unless you only give it up only once or twice a year, offering sex isn't really special, now is it? Granted, play your cards right and that could be a benefit....
Make a sacrifice. Is there a program that she likes to watch that is on at the same time as one of your favorite programs that you HAVE to watch every week? Sit down with her, snuggle up, a grit your teeth through her girly program for once. Do you hate going dancing? Take her out for a night on the town. And don't complain about it. The bigger the sacrifice and the less you bitch about it, the more she'll appreciate it. Believe me, she probably knows how much you hate that crap in the first place, and she'll realize you are doing this for HER.
Tell her how you feel. Whether it's in a card, in person, over the phone, in an e-mail or text, tell her how much she means to you. You should be doing this all the time anyway, but on V-Day, this is important. Don't let this V-Day go by and have her still wondering if you still care about her. (P.S. NEVER forget to at least say "Happy Valentine's Day.")
Bottom line, think about the things SHE would like - not just to receive, but also to hear, to do, to feel, to see - and then act on that. And girls, most guys like the same thing.
That's all for now. I'll write more later.
First off, I'll tell you about some of the worst times. One ex got me car parts for Valentine's Day. Or so he said. Quite a few ex's have plain and simple forgot. (Hey guys - at least saying "Happy Valentine's Day" is nice and doesn't cost you a thing!) And I'm pretty sure I've been dumped on at least one V-Day.
Now, for the best of times... #3 on the list would be ex-hubby #2. For our first V-Day together, he made me a homemade pizza in the shape of a heart and spelled out "I love you" in pepperoni. Table was set with candles and flowers and all that jazz. Sweet, eh? #2 on the list would be ex-hubby #1. For OUR first V-Day together, he went to my parents house (I was living with the 'rents at the time) and woke up my third-shift father (he wasn't very happy about that, but oh well) to get into my bedroom where he covered my bed in rose petals, flowers, teddy bears and chocolates. He then showed up at my place of employment (I was working that morning) and got down on one knee in the parking lot to ask me if I'd promise to marry him (promise ring in hand, of course). I didn't know about all the bedroom stuff until I got home. I about lost it that day... And for the #1 all time favorite V-Day....
Ex-fiance was in the Army, stationed in Alaska. I had been crying to him all week about the fact that I finally had someone for V-Day, but would be unable to celebrate it with him. Sure enough, on V-Day, I received a package from him with his letterman's jacket. Later that day, I received a bouquet of roses. Later that evening, when I called him to thank him for everything (and to let him know it all arrived safe and sound), I mentioned the roses. I told him, "Uh... I don't want to seem ungrateful or petty or anything, but I happened to have counted the roses. There were 11. Were there supposed to be 12?" I could practically hear him smiling on the other end of the line. "No," he said, "The 12th rose is you." *sigh* That story still makes me flutter.
Now, for those of you who are still pondering what to get your significant other for V-Day, I have a few words of advice. As a caveat, I must mention that there are, I'm sure, quite a few people out there who go for the 'traditional' gifts and just get their women diamonds, a lobster dinner, three dozen roses, a fur coat, etc., etc., etc. If my boyfriend did that I'd smack him upside the head. I don't like any of those things. But we'll call those women who like those things Category A women. For the remainder of this blog, I'll be referring to Category X women - people more like me.
It's the thought that counts. I maintain that it is TOTALLY the thought that counts. This means that gift cards are unacceptable, as they require no thought whatsoever. Now, of course, if you say, "Here, honey, I got you a gift card so we can go shopping together this weekend." well, I guess I can let that slide. However, in the same respect, I'd much rather receive a hand-made card, poorly drawn with bad poetry that properly expresses my man's feelings than some Hallmark card that he paid $5 for and spent about a minute looking for. Especially if said Hallmark card says, "Happy Birthday Grandma!" (Yes, I've seen it happen.) Bottom line, put some thought into it, people.
It doesn't have to cost an arm and a leg. Contrary to popular belief, more expensive DOES NOT equal better. Sure, if you've got the money to blow and you know she's gonna like the Rolex watch, get it. But hey, instead of the dozen roses, how about finding out what kind of flower she actually LIKES and getting her a few of those? Or give her a home-grown spa day where you pamper her - running a bath for her, giving her a massage, etc. Good ol' 'Queen for the Day' shit. Works for me.
Sex isn't always the answer. Unless you only give it up only once or twice a year, offering sex isn't really special, now is it? Granted, play your cards right and that could be a benefit....
Make a sacrifice. Is there a program that she likes to watch that is on at the same time as one of your favorite programs that you HAVE to watch every week? Sit down with her, snuggle up, a grit your teeth through her girly program for once. Do you hate going dancing? Take her out for a night on the town. And don't complain about it. The bigger the sacrifice and the less you bitch about it, the more she'll appreciate it. Believe me, she probably knows how much you hate that crap in the first place, and she'll realize you are doing this for HER.
Tell her how you feel. Whether it's in a card, in person, over the phone, in an e-mail or text, tell her how much she means to you. You should be doing this all the time anyway, but on V-Day, this is important. Don't let this V-Day go by and have her still wondering if you still care about her. (P.S. NEVER forget to at least say "Happy Valentine's Day.")
Bottom line, think about the things SHE would like - not just to receive, but also to hear, to do, to feel, to see - and then act on that. And girls, most guys like the same thing.
That's all for now. I'll write more later.
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