Pop Goes the Weasel!

wafflesandspaghetti

Soo.. a fellow blogger issued a challenge to me. Thanks Eli! I could come up with all kinds of excuses why I haven’t written anything as of late, but they would be lame and unoriginal.

The truth is I am not really sure why I haven’t written lately. Before graduation I had school to use as an excuse and that was legit. Between papers, books and projects, it really lent very little time to the indulgence of writing for “me” which is how I see blogging. Don’t get me wrong, I write! I just don’t post… I wrote book reviews, political analysis and political reflections for my classes which I really enjoyed. I wrote essays and projects on Presidential assassinations which I also loved doing but I also started a piece on boxes. Hmmm… why would you write about boxes you ask? Well, it is something that has been floating around in my head for a few days, months… ok years! And I finally got around to putting it down on paper. It is my go to analogy.

Once upon a time there was a book written by Bill and Pam Farrel called Men are like Waffles-Women are like Spaghetti. In it, they describe the psyche of men and women perfectly (in my opinion). Basically they say men are like waffles because they can compartmentalize every aspect of their life….job, family, parents, kids, football, yardwork… etc you get the idea. No matter what compartment they are operating in, they can keep it (and the emotions) separate from all of the other compartments and the twain shall never meet! But that isn’t the way women are wired. We are like spaghetti because we are all over the plate and EVERYTHING is connected! Ahhhh!

Personally I happen to think we are all a little bit of both. I have known some women who are champions at sectioning off parts of themselves from other things and people. I do that to some degree. However, I have also known men who are like spaghetti and all over the place! Drives me nuts! I think the best way for all of us to operate is to not only understand how the other sex is wired, but also try to be more like both, waffles and spaghetti. Women should learn to put things into boxes while knowing everything we do, see, feel and touch is connected to us. MEN.. You guys need to understand how we think! We don’t usually put things in boxes and separate them from the other stuff. To us when you forget to call on your way home, to say you will be late, that it tells us you do not care how it has affected A LOT of things and has caused a domino effect you are totally oblivious to. So when you walk in the door and we are angry at you, it is about MUCH more than simply forgetting to call even if it was totally innocent and had never happened before. If we yell at you on the phone about being late, we probably don’t truly care so much that you are late; we see that as a symbol of not caring for our feelings. The real problem lies in the fact that WE have no clue that is why we are yelling at you so how can we possibly get YOU to understand why we are yelling at you. All you know is someone is yelling so you are going to yell back! Sound familiar???

Bottom line! I am doing some research and working on expanding my box analogy to help people figure out what their boxes are and how to utilize them the best way. In other words….? Learn from what I have figured out on how to deal with life and not have the stupid clown jumping out of your box unannounced and slapping us because we forgot we stuffed the damn thing down and tried to pretend it wasn’t there. Pop goes the weasel! :-/

You bet your ass I jumped!! :-P

Yep! I jumped out of a perfectly good airplane and YEP! I loved it and I will do it again! It’s been a long time since I did it the last time, but it is one of those events in one’s life that marks time. It has been 27 years since the last time I went skydiving. My daughter was only 2 at the time and my hubby thought I would do it once and have it out of my system. Nope… I did it 3 times and would have kept doing it but he said he did not want to be the single dad of a toddler and asked me not to jump again, so I didn’t. 🙂

Kim and Marcus 5

I have always talked about it though and recommended it to a lot of people. When I turned 50, I started talking about going again and this time I had full support from hubby! Then a friend sent me a text last week and said she wanted to go! So naturally I made plans and we went!! What a wonderful experience! Better than any ride at Six Flags, Disney World or Universal!

The most common excuse I have heard is “I’m afraid of heights!” Ok, I get that. I’m not, but strange as it may sound, you never feel like you are falling.

Kim and Marcus 6

The hardest part is opening the door and jumping out without passing out. However, if you are strapped to a tandem pilot, you kind of have no choice. But once you are out, the feeling is incredible. Even with the ground 10,000 feet below, you never feel like you are falling. The wind is in your face at about 120 MPH which is the same sensation as being on the back of a motorcycle going 120 MPH until the shute opens.

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Even then, there is peacefulness as you are coming down. You are floating to the ground and then you just stand up. It really IS that simple!!!

I had no fear! I trusted my pilot and had complete confidence in his ability. My guy.. Marcus has about 7000 jumps under his belt and jumps on average 10 times a day. It is a wonderful feeling and I can’t wait to do it again!

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I KNOW!! I’m crazy!! But you know what???? This is what I will say at the end of my life!
“I, I did it all
I owned every second that this world could give
I saw so many places, the things that I did
With every broken bone, I swear I lived!”

 

They Live up to their name!

Today’s Observation:

In the past week or so, I have cleansed my soul by crying…A LOT! It is very difficult to get over the loss of a pet. Some hurt more than others. We had a kitty that lived just shy of 16 years. He was an awesome cat! It hurt when he passed but nothing like now!

My husband grew up in a house of animals. I still can’t imagine what that must have been like. They did NOT live on a farm. They were in town…not “the city” but they had a house on a busy street right next door to other houses with lots of kids and parents who went to work every day. If I remember correctly….there were cats and dogs, a horse for a short time, snakes and turtles, hamsters and birds there was even a rabbit that was house broke and would bang on the door to be let out! Can YOU imagine?? A rabbit that ran around the house like a cat? It was a zoo! But apparently a very clean, well kept and organized zoo…that was what his mother insisted on.

I had…a dog! One dog…..her name was Princess and she was a collie. I loved her but she was kept outside and didn’t receive the amount of love that she should have 😦

We have had an animal of some kind since our daughter was 3. We got our first kitty (which was weird for me) when we were visiting my mother. I had never had a cat growing up. My grandmother had a cat for years and that was the only exposure I had to them. And her cats were not friendly or warm. Our kitty was named KK which was short for Krazy Kat. Here’s a hint: just like children, do not name something that is the opposite of what you want them to be! She absolutely lived up to her name. KK was my husband’s cat. Or rather, he was her human. She loved him and slept with him during the day when he worked nights. When that began to be a problem, my hubby would lock her out of the bedroom while he slept. Well, like any defiant child, she would promptly go into his office and pee on his chairs! No kidding! We had to throw the chairs away. There were two of them that were part of a sectional couch he had in his apartment before we were married. When she was two we gave her away the day before Thanksgiving. We could not have a destructive animal in the house.

Cat

Cat (Photo credit: @Doug88888)

That lasted until April. I left one day to go “run an errand”. When I returned, there was a kitten sitting on my shoulder. It was 8 weeks old and the cutest thing EVER! My husband could not believe that I went and bought another cat without discussing it with him. But I wanted another cat and I was afraid he would say no. THAT cat was Butterscotch and the one who lived to be almost 16 years old. He had nine lives…..A story for another day!

When we moved to Michigan our daughter decided Butterscotch needed a buddy. So we went to the humane society and got Sandy. He was 18 in May…sheesh! I think cats live forever! They were friends though and kept each other company until we moved to Missouri. That was when I decided to get a dog. Up to that point, I was not ready to put in the time it was going to take to have a dog the way we wanted. That was when we got out beautiful boy Nash…….

He came to our family during a very difficult time and was the bridge that mended a few gaps in relationships. I had decided to name him Nash Bridges after Don Johnson but then my husband suggested the rest of the name like the Jeopardy category called “Before and After” so he became Nash Bridges over Troubled Water. It fit perfectly because that was what he was! And he too lived up to his name…we had learned our lesson!

I miss him terribly and his bed still lies at my feet under my writing desk. I haven’t had the inclination to move it yet. Our tears have been many but we have awesome friends and support that have helped…..Thanks everyone! It means the world to me to know you guys understand how much we are hurting. Our other puppies Pookie and Parker are doing better. They are sad…..but acting a little more normal now. As for whether or not we will get another dog? Well……..God will have to take care of that one. If it is meant to be, he will provide what we need. My heart has grown a little bit bigger with all the watering 🙂

Question: What animals have you had that made you happy? If they are still around, give them a hug and pray for long happy lives…..that is all.

Nash Bridges

Nash Bridges

Bridge Over Troubled Water

…….Over Troubled Water

All dogs go to heaven :-)

July 5, 2013

Nash Bridges Over Troubled Water passed away peacefully this morning at 6:30AM. He joins our other beloved puppy Bailey  in the big Dog Park in heaven.

Our beautiful boy was such a wonderful dog and he is greatly missed. He was born on March 4, 2000 and a part of our family for 13 incredible years. Nash lived a long and abundant life full of adventure, chasing squirrels, dancing for his treats, and loved long walks. He went on extended trips all the way to Michigan and even visited another country making friends everywhere he went! There is a little bit of him in the states of Missouri, Kentucky and Texas where he has lived and played.

He loved to play with his brothers Parker and Pookie who also feel his absence. His favorite pastime was to sleep the days away under the desk  at mom’s feet while she wrote. He loved to have his tummy tickled and ears scratched on a daily (sometimes hourly) basis. Nash was such a pleasure to have and we wouldn’t trade one minute of our time with him.

What an incredible gift from God he was! Thank you Lord for the gift of Nash and the amazing memories he provided to our family. We will love him with all our heart until we take our long walks again! 🙂My beautiful boy

My dog isn’t spoiled! I’m just well trained!!

Today’s Observation:

First of all my apologies dear followers….I have been neglect in my duties :-/

It is my intent to write a little something every day. I have been inconsistent in my discipline but I am working on that. Hence the exercise of having a blog. It gives me some accountability. I appreciate your support in following me and I promise to do better!

In my estimation there are about a billion things I could talk about, but today I think I will choose…..life with dogs! I have 3. There are 2 Springer Spaniels and a pint size Yorkie!

My oldest dog is Nash (aka Nash Bridges Over Troubled Water) yes that is his official registered name!! and yes I am a Don Johnson fan LOL! He is 13 years old and still going. I guess that is what happens when you actually choose to take your dog to the vet and keep them healthy. When we got him, it was a thoughtful decision. I wanted a dog and I wanted a Springer. My friend had one and I fell in love with the breed. Maggie was an awesome dog! Loved the way she looked, behaved and best of all, she didn’t shed. Springers have hair very similar to a human. It is fur of course, but soft.  When I announced to my girlfriend what I planned to do, her exact words were “You have no clue what you are getting yourself into! Are you SURE you want a Springer?? Maggie is old, calm and well trained. She is NOTHING like a Springer puppy!” I told her I had been reading about them, talked to other owners and had done extensive research. Yes! I KNOW exactly what I am doing!! HA HA! Yeah……..NO, not so much! She was right! I had no clue what I was getting myself into! He was a wonderful puppy though and very, VERY hyper! But I was patient, took him to training, walked him every day and read everything I could get my hands on! I did all the right things…..found a breeder, bought all the right toys, food and a kennel. It took me all of 3 months to figure out he needed a “friend” to keep him company and work off some of that energy.

By now I had found out that Springer rescue was very high. 😦 People (who didn’t know what THEY were getting) would find Springers hard to manage. English Springer Spaniels are traditionally used as hunting dogs. They are part of the hunting breed in dog shows. These dogs are considered “bird dogs” or “flushers” which means they “spring” the prey and cause the birds to fly. They can also be taught to retrieve the birds once they have been shot. People I know who use them for hunting love the breed. But these dogs are active and they need a job! Enter: Bailey! I rescued Bailey from Kansas City, MO. He was 7 months old and I got him through a regional coordinator out of St Louis. He was precious and we loved him. Unfortunately we only had him until he was 3 (that’s another story I will not tell here….maybe another day) When we lost Bailey, God brought us another wonderful Springer, Parker (aka Jazzin Charlie the bird dog Parker) I know…we give our dogs weird names! He is now 8 years old and also very healthy, sweet and loyal. He is the favorite at the vet’s office. We have had a tough year trying to figure out what was wrong with his tummy but we “think” we now know it was a food allergy. Sidebar: did you know it is just as expensive to give a dog a colonoscopy as it is a human?? Anyway, everything is good now!

Then we have Pookie (aka Quincy, registered name but we have never called him that!) I know…..simple huh? He is my nervous breakdown of 2008. I always tell people I have no idea what I was smoking when I decided to get a lap dog!! Although, my 60lb Springers already think THEY are lap dogs LOL! He is a joy and a lot of fun. Even though he was initially MY dog, he has adopted my hubby and now we say he is Pookie’s human! But as we say…our dogs are not spoiled, we are just well trained! The older dogs play with him and they are both good big brothers.

I can’t imagine my life without my dogs. They complete us and are an essential part of our every day life. We also have a Very old cat! His name is Sandy and he is 18 years old. I think that cat is going for the world record. Again, very healthy and you would never know he was that old by looking at him. But once he is gone, I think we are done with kitties. I do not like having to take care of a litter box and he DOES shed! I hate the fur everywhere and he is not a snuggle bunny. Our other kitty was and I miss him, but this is daughter’s cat (who is away at college) therefore I am obligated to take care of him.

Our lives do revolve to some degree around our dogs, but that is our choice. They are more than just animals to us and I know people who feel the same way about their animals also. Right now, it fits in our life and I really don’t care if other people do or do not understand. If they don’t, I feel bad for them and their inability to understand the importance of the richness a dog can bring to their lives……..they are truly missing out!

It is a somewhat exciting existence around here! But I wouldn’t have it any other way!

Question: What animals have you had that bring/or brought joy to your life?

Yes....we got this shot with only one try! (ha ha)

Yes….we got this shot with only one try! (ha ha)