...at the kitty shelter! Here are some of my favorite pics from recent adventures with Miss A, Ms. K, and Ms. S:
Eleanor (a.k.a. Buffy)
Bogart ("Bo")
Moose (the 27lb. resident "greeter")
New babies headed to a foster home
Untying a shoe in the "geriatric" kitty room
I am still stunned that one would randomly quit a decent job with the current job market the way it is....over one tiny little evening shift. Really?! And the logic went something like this: "well, if I have enough warning I can have my family make sure my child gets to all of the events, gets fed, etc. I just know the schedule will get worse. I was hired to work days only, no weekends or evenings! I mean, if I end up getting a job with an evening shift, at least I will have time to arrange childcare with my family."
What??? Did you just say that you would rather risk having to work full time EVENINGS than work 1 single evening a MONTH away?! And all this in the name of childcare for your 17-year-old. Can your 17-year-old not make a PB & J for one night & make sure he/she makes it in to bed one night?! I just wonder what is going to happen when this kid graduates & goes away to college next Fall.
Guess you gotta do what's best for you...and it really doesn't have to make logical sense to the general public. Here's to quirky characters!
Peace, Love & Happiness!
What a fun time spent celebrating my Love's birthday with family & friends! We couldn't have asked for a more entertaining evening! Thanks to everyone who came out to celebrate with us!
Peace, Love & Happiness!
~Vix
There it sits, wind-blown, sun-bleached, alone. The silk flowers wilting from weather and age. The paint peeling, wood warping, and leaning slightly to the left. The lone cross casting shadows on the dried grass as the rush hour traffic zooms by. A memorial of one lost, not forgotten.
You've all seen one, planted alongside a winding mountain road, posted on a telephone pole near busy intersection. A wooden cross, a sign, a painted white bicycle...a memorial placed at the site where someone lost their life. As you drive by, do you ever say a silent prayer for the lost soul or wonder how their family is doing? Maybe you contemplate your own life and what your family might do if they lost you. But have you ever wondered 'what if...?"
What if we placed memorial symbols in every place where someone has passed away? I know, it's completely morbid, but so is the idea of repeatedly visiting the exact site of your loved one's sudden death! Can you imagine meeting up with your realtor to find a new house & walking in to find a memorial posted on the wall marking the room where someone passed away earlier in the year? Or maybe getting admitted to the hospital for a minor procedure, and the room you're admitted to has a big ole cross on the wall (or maybe a few) denoting that someone died in that room? Would that boost your confidence in your doctor or your chances of making it out of that room alive?
Don't get me wrong, I do believe that we need to remember those who have passed before us. But, that does not mean that I want to go to my grandmother's house and sit in her living room, on a hospital bed, remembering those last few moments of her life. I want to remember her living life! I want to remember those vibrant moments that made me smile, laugh, cry. I would rather not focus on those last few moments, as her emaciated body struggled with her last breath.
So, the next time you're in the grocery store, at the bank, or walking into your public library....just imagine if we plastered the world with memorial plaques any place where someone took their last breath! Just wondering "what if...?"
"The 'half-your-age-plus-seven rule' is a mathematical formula used to judge whether the age difference in an intimate relationship is socially acceptable."
So that means....divide by 2, carry the 1....Phew! We just made the cut off! :)
Peace, Love & Happiness on this sunny Autumn day!
I fell in love with a song the other day! I've been rockin' out to a remix of Damaged by Plumb for years now and the other day, while wandering through the endless tunes on the "HD of Doom," I stumbled across a new favorite Plumb song. If you were ever in search of a great life soundtrack song here it is (especially for any of you parents out there):
