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…since Asher Barkley came to live with me.  He’s grown into such a sweet guy.

SMILE

Asher, the magician.

Though 80-odd pounds later, he’s ever the puppy. AB insists he’s a lap dog and tries at any opportunity to sit on you.  His best friend happens to be a dachshund named Oscar Meyer. The odd couple indeed.  When I think of Ash, it will always be of his fun loving spirit, uncanny ability to pull a toy from thin air and his big smile.  Love my pony.

Today my mom turns 60! 6 decades of love, laughs and good times… she looks in pretty good nick. There’s hope for me!

Anyhoo… I got out of work early to hang with her and as I’m telling her to to get ready the following exchange took place.  Mom was half watching a quiz show.  I ended up laughing so much I couldn’t finish…

Mom to Me: What’s the antonym of antonym?

Me to Mom: A synonym?

Mom to Me: A cinnamon!

**End Dialogue**

Me laughing so much I cried.

For some reason she can’t say synonym.  I’m a horrible child.  I keep trying to get her to say it just so I can laugh again.  Mom, thank you for the laughs! I’m so glad you’re my mom.  I love you, every day.

Happy Birthday!

Getting bigger and more lovable each day…

Hi, I'm Asher Barkley.

Yes, I'm this cute!

So I’ve a new family member. He’s a two month old cute, cuddly, razor-sharp toothed rolly-polly black labrador mix.

I got him yesterday and named him: Asher Barkley. Barkley was my boyfriend’s contribution. I figure he’ll grow into having a double name and besides, I’ll need something formal to call out when he’s up to no good.

I’ll add a photo soon as I can’t get the phone app to upload it.

Sometimes we make excuses for the ones we love…  Maybe, she really does want you to have a chance and to not be mad at her; maybe she really is sorry she had to go.  She should’ve dedicated this song to you, J. You really are such a brave boy.  I love you.


to love every, every moment

Originally uploaded by t!nk

Recently, I found out a close family member of mine used to cut herself. She’s since put a tat over the area, but the scars are still slightly visible. When I asked her why? She simply told me, “it made me feel better.”

I can understand the idea of experiencing a kind of pain to distract you from another. However, I struggle with the fact that people you consider close would rather go through hard pains alone; maybe to save the person you care about from the burdens you experience, but isn’t that what care is? Through good and bad…

I’m no sunshine soldier.

For you I wrote love on my arms.

Let me begin by stating, my mother made me do it. (sigh)

Until recently, I really didn’t think mom’s comments regarding saving my eggs or getting back “out there” were any more then just her bent sense of humour.  How wrong I was.

With my birthday (now looming) around the corner, she’s increased her comments to the point of driving me insane.  I’m almost questioning what’s wrong with me.  Almost. But if only that were it… if only it were just the comments, but now she’s taken to leaving the newspaper open to the singles and seeking section with several “options” circled.   I don’t believe there was a day last week that went by that she didn’t make some remark about how I should sign up to eHarmony because look how nice those professional men looked…

I don’t want those men.  I want -my- fickle Romeo… Can’t she see that?

Anyway, I told her you had to pay and how a cute girl like me with a fun personality who just happens to be in a wee bit of a personal relationship slump (or complication…) didn’t need to PAY to meet someone.  Just because she doesn’t think I should put my eggs into one uncertain basket (gosh, I’ll never think of eggs the same way)… doesn’t mean I should just forget that that particular basket is the one I want all my eggs in. Right?

Don’t get me wrong.  I’m sure there are some cool people out there who just need that little bit of help to get them in the door.  I’ve a few friends who met online some years ago and are still going strong.  Heck, I’m still good mates with my ex (whom I met online)! I just don’t want to “date.”  Not with any of them, at least…

Regardless, my mom has been relentless.  So to appease her I signed up. I thought this would be good enough.  I completed this long survey of questions about my likes, dislikes, what I would do or think of certain situations… etc etc.  It took forever.  I had to walk away from the screen a few times to take a break.  At the end of it, you think you’ve finally arrived; you upload your photo and wait.  Ha! Then you notice that though you have a photo in your album, it says there’s none there (on the side panel) You answer a few more questions thinking they’ll let you see something, but then they ask you for the money.  I’m not paying – forget it.  Wrong.

Mom says let me see these guys; my supposed matches. She was onto me.  All you can see without paying is their profile.  Which I was fine with, but my mom is a slick old woman… that would not do for her.  None of this “I’ll do it later” was going to stop her now. Not when she was so close to having grandchildren – wtf?! Ok, after telling her to slow her roll… I paid.  It was a small price to pay to calm the savage beast that was growing bolder and more desperate each day.

I paid. I’m too cute for this. Really.  I am. Romeo, look what you drove my mother to do…

To top it all off, mom’s like “oh he’s not that bad…” clearly LYING as she makes a face that I’m sure is holding back the vomit that just rose up into her throat.  In the two days that I’ve been signed up and over 26 matches, there has been not one worth giving a second look.  Throwbacks.  She tells me give it time, maybe the cute tv professionals come later on…

No mom.  This is it.  I want my money back and now a written apology for torturing me into doing this.  It’s time my mom faced the facts – TV lies.

I have three months of this to not look forward to.  Joy. Thanks mom – I hope you’re happy.

Oh yeah, I’ll be documenting my disgruntled comments for the duration.  Feel free to drop on by for my latest musings… come on and pull up a chair, y’all.

Over the weekend my ma and I caught  Shakespeare in Love on the tele. Towards the end, my charming mother chimes in with:  

Mom: That Shakespeare had beautiful eyes…

Me: That was Joseph Fiennes – mhm, yeah, he is dreamy!

Mom: Shakespeare didn’t look like that? (She actually sounded shocked)

Me: Uhm, no… I don’t think so.  Though I think he was popular with the ladies and surely it wasn’t all about the pen. 

Mom: Oh so all those people died and the girl got rid of that husband she didn’t love?

Me: Huh? (I thought we were talking about innuendo still) No… that’s the next story – 12th Night.  That’s what he’s writing… are we looking at the same movie?

Mom: What? You mean they didn’t die… aww man!

Me (laughing out loud): Well, if it makes you happy we could say they did.  He was writing the next play mom, remember the Queen asked for a happier one? 

Ma: See, that’s why I don’t like Shakespeare… he’s not real!

Well there you have it folks: first Santa Claus and the Easter Bunny… now Shakespeare!  Who’s next the Toothfairy? Come on… Is everything fake on this planet? Will all the real people please stand up, please stand up, please stand up (ok, I just had to do that!) I did try to explain that the job of a good playwright perhaps is to get the audience wrapped up in the play so much so that they forget that it’s not real (like she did). I’m not sure she got it.

Sometimes I wonder who’s the parent. Really. Seriously. xD

Today would’ve been Lucy’s 3 month birthday.  Sophie and I sat by her grave in quiet for a while…

She died 3 days ago.  I’m sorry I just can’t bring myself to write about it here too right now.  I have registered a complaint with the Division of Consumer Services and also with PETA.  I believe the people I adopted her from knew she was sick and neglected her.  

My heart hurts so much –  she’s not here and yet everywhere I look I see something of her.  Today, Sophie smelt of her; it made me cry.

Happy Birthday, my sweet angel.

I called the vet this morning. Lucy’s doing a bit better, but still a long way from home.  Please keep up the prayers.

As of 453am, she’s still being force fed (she won’t eat on her own), but continues to throw up.  I’m not sure if it’s heaps, but this is a worry.  Her diarrhea seems to have lessened, but is not completely gone.  Her temperature is low, so they’re using hot water bottles to keep it up and this has been helping.  Funny, I used to call Bean my hot water bottle and when I got Lucy her tummy was so warm.  Lucy’s blood sugar is still low, so they’re still giving her dextrose.  She’s a fighter – she made it through the night.  

I don’t think I’ve ever prayed so much and I know bargaining doesn’t really  help, but I’ve thrown in a few – just in case.  I want Lucy to come home, to be happy and healthy – to get better.

She’s done well to come this far. It blows my mind to know she was this bad off…  Please keep up your prayers!  Thank you.