Forever home.
Bubba died on December 27, 2011. It was far and away the hardest and worst day of my life. There were a couple things that happened… horrors… that no one, especially Bubba, should ever have to be put through. So bad, that I ran out of the vet’s office balling and near shrieking. As I type this, I’m already reliving what transpired that miserably, cold December afternoon. So, I won’t detail the events here… it’s just too much to handle for me. I did go back in about 15 minutes later when my Mom said he was finally at peace. Although his eyes were open, he looked just as he always did when he was sound asleep. It was that look that make me believe I did the right thing. I could even kiss his nose and tell him...
Now until 2pm.
Mom called and told me his “appointment” with Dr. Moorehead is at 2pm today. I didn’t think there were anymore pieces of me that could die but I felt yet another one do just that. So, I got out of bed pushing back tears and let them out side to go potty as I always do. When Bubby came back in, I put on his “W” sweater that looks the cutest on him and seems to make him itch less. Now more waiting begins.
I have to say goodbye to my Biggle.
Tomorrow is going to be the most horrific days of my whole life. My Mom is scheduling an appointment to have Bubba put to sleep. I don’t know when yet but when I do I know I’m gonna lose it. I’ve already cried a river of tears 900x over… in the car with my Mom… on and off all day. He even let me hold him, kiss his forehead and tell him that I love him. Apart of me thinks her really understood and with his eyes, silently “told” me back. I don’t know what I’m going to do without my little man. Since he was six weeks old, I’ve loved him with all my heart and soul. Traveled to the ends of the earth, twice, with him… we’ve moved more times then should be allowed by law. But he’s always...
‘Someone like you…”
I’m extraordinarily fortunate. I have loved many and many have loved me right back. Yet, there is one, who I still ache for to this day,who who I could never, can never try to contact again. Time heals a lot; not all. There’s a reason I don’t like chick flicks and prefer dick flicks. The best chick flicks have story lines that simply cut right to the core of me. Chick flicks ooze the very thing/person I don’t have and/or haven’t had in way longer than I would like to admit. Dick flicks are about about accomplishment. Get it, bring it back; enough said. Easy to watch with no personal, emotional connection. Dick Flicks always end just like they began. I wish I could tel everyone, ANYONE and especially myself, how to cure the...
Apple’s Lion says, “ROAR!!!!”
WOO HOO! Mac 10.7 Lion is IN MA… M-A-A-A-A-C!! I *really* do hate to brag, but I’ve had it for over a month (installed the dev preview … pttth! bitches… :) and so far, 90% of me loves it. 10% finds the annoyances just that… annoying. It’s just the little things that aren’t right away disclosed… such as folders never hidden from view before, options that used to be by default, aren’t… how to customize the Launcher; that kind of petty bullshit. So the drama of a new operating system is renewed… While I’m not a true minimalist, I absolutely do encourage keeping the system native by not running 3rd party software where it makes sense. By keeping the code and files as slim as possible, the OS...
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Hey! I'm Kelley... a social geek obsessed with tech, life wholly, grunge music, California and other topics most folks wouldn't give two shits about. So, welcome to my expression hub where is about what I feel less the pressure of rationale. ;-)