Wednesday, April 18, 2007

getting better

So today is better than yesterday. The weather is finally nice. I'm working from home ... which is not nearly as nice as it seems. It's quiet and lonely and sometimes Cook drives me nuts. But I am able to focus on what I have to get done. But I miss my peeps in the office.

I'm looking forward to spending some time with my friend Michelle this weekend. Hopefully some "ladies of leisure" brunch and shopping up in the valley. Just what I need.

Gotta go. Cook is running through the house like a wild animal so I better go.

M


pretty in pink

Friday, April 13, 2007

looking forward to Sunday morning

"Sunday Morning"

Sunday morning rain is falling
Steal some covers share some skin
Clouds are shrouding us in moments unforgettable
You twist to fit the mold that I am in
But things just get so crazy living life gets hard to do
And I would gladly hit the road get up and go if I knew
That someday it would lead me back to you
That someday it would lead me back to you

That may be all I need
In darkness she is all I see
Come and rest your bones with me
Driving slow on Sunday morning
And I never want to leave

Fingers trace your every outline
Paint a picture with my hands
Back and forth we sway like branches in a storm
Change the weather still together when it ends

That may be all I need
In darkness she is all I see
Come and rest your bones with me
Driving slow on Sunday morning
And I never want to leave

But things just get so crazy living life gets hard to do
Sunday morning rain is falling and I'm calling out to you
Singing someday it'll bring me back to you
Find a way to bring myself back home to you

And you may not know
That may be all I need
In darkness she is all I see
Come and rest your bones with me
Driving slow on Sunday morning

Thursday, April 12, 2007

today's mood forecast


Slightly sunny and warm. Not crying or wanting to crawl under a rock and die. So that's better, right?

Tuesday, April 10, 2007

not so good today

Life is not so good today. I'm struggling and want to just crawl back into bed. Or rewind time. Life needs a rewind button.

Thursday, April 5, 2007

5 Years


For the last 5 years you have taught me, loved me, pushed me, supported me and put everything you've got into this marriage. I have no doubt that we will spend the rest of our many, many trips around the sun with ever-growing love & luck & friendship & family.

I love you. Happy 5 years, babe.

love,

M


5 Years

Wednesday, April 4, 2007

On the Road Again

It's 70 here. It's 30 there.

I'm off to Chicago again. It feels like groundhog day for me. Oh, did I mention that I fly in at 8 pm on our 5 year anniversary? Yeahhhhh. Great.

Tuesday, April 3, 2007

some dogs look ridiculous with bows


We finally found a groomer that Cook won't bite. Or "nip" as I prefer to say in avoidance of lawsuits. Anyway, it's near Easter so the groomers find it necessary to stick bows in every dog's hair. Mine looks silly.

Sunday, April 1, 2007

Big Ears




How do you know if you've done the right thing?



We nearly ran over a lost dog last night ... a Shepherd mix, sweet girl. We took here inside. Fed her, played with her. Walked around until after midnight searching for her owner and putting up fliers. This morning, after she snoozed on the couch all night, there were no calls.

We walked her through the neighborhood until noon. Still no calls.

So we took her to Long Beach Animal Shelter. This shelter (a) won't take drop-offs because they insist Animal Control snatch the animal from your home and (b) "euthanizes". So we walked right out of the puppy killer-y and headed toward Seal Beach Rescue. They have one tiny rule that you can drop off a dog if you found him or her in Seal Beach. So we told one tiny lie that we found her in SB. They gladly took her in and said if her owner doesn't retrieve her, she'll be quickly adopted. I bawled.


We can't keep her. Cook isn't hospitable to canine house guests and our 1200 sq. feet would quickly turn into a hell hole of dog hair and that weird dog smell. And I already feel guilty that we don't give Cook enough love & attention.


Should we have just let her keep wandering down the street? Maybe she knew her way home and was headed there. Or maybe that jerk off that drives 50 mph down our road in his redneck truck would have run her over.