I had to take a mental health break. These quizzes are good for that.
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You Are Pigtails |
 You are fun loving, sweet, and cute. You radiate happiness and pure joy. Your idea of style is wearing the things you love most. And you love colorful, happy things. At your best, you are optimistic and open hearted. You find the good in everything. |
Right now, I wouldn’t be the least bit upset if a zombie ate my brain. It is so overloaded with who, when, where and why, only times one bazillion I can’t keep up. I can’t wait for the boss to begin his whirlwind travels next month. It seems the moment I get my brain sorted out and know what I’m doing, he buzzes my damn intercom and gives me something new. My head hurts. Where’s a zombie when you need one?
I put this in the farewell card for Jill. It kind of stuck with me. Much in the same way “Say I am You” by Rumi did.
Not knowing when the sun will rise,
I open every door.
Or has it feathers,
Like a bird,
Or billows,
Like the shore.
Emily Dickinson
I think of this now, because sometimes life brings opportunity and puts it into strange packages. And if one isn’t careful, one might mistake it for something else, letting a blessing in disguise become unrealized potential, then nothing, instead. This is one of those times for me where I can see the multiple blessing before me, both obvious and not, and I am grateful.
My goddess, Lakshmi, sent an emissary today. A peacock flew into my work parking lot, which is the last place one would expect to see a freaking PEACOCK! He was beautiful. I ran outside and followed him a bit, because I felt I should. It looked like he was about to lose a tail feather, which I would have gladly collected, but he didn’t.
I think that when one of the only deities you have a connection to/with sends an emissary, you should pay attention. Seriously.
I’m listening, Lakshmi. I am.
I slept poorly, had horrible dreams and woke with a headache. I woke feeling that left in the dark feeling. You know, the one where everyone knows what is going on but you and you are afraid of looking like a total ass? Or like you are being an idiot or a fool? Yeah. That one.
The picture I keep on my desk is of my girls when they were about 8 and 9 years old. I had them lay down on their tummies in our back yard and hug our Basset Hound, Zero, between them. I love that picture. Now they are 15 and 16 years old and today I become a grandmother. Jewelee has her baby today by C Section.
My work situation is so overwhelming right now. I support only two people now, but between them they cover everything west of Kansas, including Alaska and Hawaii. Too much! I seriously don’t even know what I’m doing right now.
My car started leaking more oil than normal. I am worried. It isn’t worth putting more money into it, but I don’t have enough to get another car.
Sometimes, when I have far, far too much on my mind, my mouth spills far, far too much information because my brain is too occupied to mind the filter on my mouth. See, I am not a secretive person. I just don’t, under normal circumstances, care who knows what about me.
I look at it in the way Bill Murray’s character Steve Zissou does in The Life Aquatic.
“I said those things. I did those things. I can live with that.”
The one area I try to be careful, however, is in my work situation. I try not to advertise to the Christians I work with that I am not Christian. Damn! I let something slip today and ended up in a way, way too long conversation which may very well come back and bite me in the ass.
I’m sorry! I just don’t believe in Jesus. Aaaaarrrgghhh!!
I don’t care if they do. I really don’t. But now, my eternal soul is probably being prayed for at this very moment. What would Buddha do in this situation? Aaahh. Right, he would have had me be MINDFUL of my MOUTH. Sheesh.
Let us rewind to April 5th, the day after the dog catcher came to collect the tag-along dog.
I was in my car with Jakkie, we were on our way to Target to buy maternity clothes and a silly monkey easter basket for her. I had the key in the ignition and was getting ready to start the car when some lady tapped on my window. I didn’t know this lady, so I was confused. I got out to see what she wanted and got dragged into a way too long conversation.
Turns out this lady who approached me lives four doors down from me and her daughter is my duplex neighbor. It just happens that this lady has indulged a little bit too much in I don’t know what drug. She not all there, really, so it took a while to get this out of her.
It seems that when the dog catcher came, she saw him taking this dog, which she happens to know the owners of. She freaked out. She begged the catcher not to take her (I guess it’s a girl, but she pees like a boy dog so I thought she was a he.). The dog catcher was having none of that and I don’t blame him. So she runs down to the house and tells the people the dog catcher is taking their dog. So they run down to get the dog. They talked the guy into not taking the dog, but they still got charged for this dog running around loose, plus they got charged for having two other dogs that aren’t licensed at all.
She wanted to know what happened to make me call animal control. I told her of how this dog harasses us and how I have tried to talk to the owners and how I have tried to put the damn dog back in its yard and how I had just had enough already. She didn’t really get what I was all upset about. She told me about the lady who walks in the morning with her rottweiler and how this little dog (Honey is her name, by the way) would walk with them, jumping all around and being all spazzy (my words, obviously). So that just made me wonder if this lady ever had a freaking choice! The lady with the rotti recently moved, apparently, so my best guess is that Honey was looking for a new family to torment.
The bitch of it all is that I didn’t get back to my normal walk routine until this last Monday because of my trip to Los Angeles, so I didn’t even know if causing all this drama helped at all.
Monday morning she wasn’t there and I had hope.
Tuesday, as Baloo and I rounded the corner, sure as shit, there was Honey. It would seem their solution to all this was to remove her collar. Umm. Sure. No tag, no fine? Is that what they are thinking? Gawd! So I walked back home and got out my little green water gun and filled it with water and took it and Baloo back out. I was going to finish my walk damn it!
I did not have a great walk, but I did walk. Every time Honey got near us I squirted her. I don’t know a single dog that likes getting sprayed in the face with water. None. It was suggested to me that I should get some dog mace, but I don’t like that idea. Besides, I have visions of me, the exact opposite of grace, spraying Baloo by mistake. Or spraying myself. No, better stick with something that doesn’t hurt anyone, ’cause that’s more my way anyways.
It started to work a little better every time I sprayed her, but she still followed us all the way home.
This morning she wasn’t out and now I don’t know what to think.
All I know is that my yard contained Honey with absolutely no problem, so clearly they have not even tried to build a dog run for her or any other freaking thing to solve this problem. Oh! That’s right! It isn’t really their problem, it’s everyone else’s problem. It bothers me that they don’t seem to care. I feel like I need to communicate with them somehow, but I don’t think they will hear me. At least, so far they haven’t. I thought about sending them a letter. It’s less confrontational than an in person visit. And I have thought about just letting it go and training Honey to not follow us using the squirt gun. There is a bigger problem here than just me though. Their dog runs free, out in the street! Honey could be hit by a car any day and not only die, but traumatize some poor motorist. If you have ever been unfortunate enough to strike and animal with your car, you know what I mean by that.
I think I will send a letter if Honey continues to follow us, but I don’t think I will get them to see things my way, which is not something I usually care about. Normally, I really don’t care if anyone sees things my way, but it isn’t Honey’s fault and I feel like I should speak on her behalf. Grrrr.
It has been a bittersweet trip. The very reason for me being in Los Angeles is a sad one. Jill was amazing and graceful. Quite a remarkable woman. The card I made her was just right and touched her very deeply.
I am grateful for my friend and getting to spend happy time with her and her boyfriend. She and I had a great time at the Getty yesterday. Well, after she got some coffee into me. I was pretty well worthless until then. :p
But, I am ready to go home now. Home! I even had a dream about Baloo being so, so, so excited to see me.
I’m coming, Baloo! I’m on my way!
And when I get there, my new fella and I are taking Baloo to the river! I hope the weather is okay…
