I am not an active person. Good, bad or heinous it is a fact. So I am trying. Well, doing more specifically. A little quasi aerobics/walking. There is a way skinny & perky woman on tv who congratulates me on a great decision. It is helpful.
I am downstairs in my basement/space to do this. At the top of the stairs is a baby gate. A closed one to be specific. For a purpose. A few years ago.....I enjoyed a mini trampoline. Loved it. Apparently two of my three did as well. As I am bouncing away the calories....I have a dog in between my legs enjoying the bounce. I can definitely imagine the fun they had...as I worked and they bounced. Bo was the first...though I think I am to blame because I put him on the tramp. Him being my dog, freaked OUT at something new, got off then watched before he jumped on again. Not to be outdone, when Daisy saw Bo enjoying himself, SHE had to stop that and take over. She was a bit too impatient to really do anything other than interrupt Bo and gloat. THe first few times it was funny. I mean, who does not enjoy a good bounce. It was funny to enjoy their bouncing but straddling a dog & attempting to gain some exercise from the activity.
Knowing that, I made sure I locked the gate. Luke was stunned! He jumped on the gate & asked "Why can't I come?". I mean who can deny those eyes. Every such a doggie wimp, Mike said "You know he would be ok down there". Luke looked at me and said "Yah...I would be GREAT down there!". So the gate opened for Luke. And to be fair, he sat on a chair and watched. And watched. And watched. Because I am sooo insecure about exercising I watched his eyes look at me, then look at the skinny walking woman and then look back to me. Without judgement he said "We don't do this. WE chase balls! This is silly". As the skinny woman congratulated me on making a great decision....Luke smirked.
As I walked....yes walked....Luked towards the stairs. I heard it too and had been hoping to put it out of my head with my focus. Yah...Bo was pleading to be let in. Still in power walk mode, I snuck up the stairs an dushered my oldest down stairs before Daisy could hear. UP...I said...in between breaths....meaning that they needed to get up on the furniture. Yah....didn't happen. Bo sat down outside of my arm reach and watched....me....as I walked. Made it very tough to do my side steps. And to be worse, my ever so supportive and out of the way middle one, Luke...sat too. They both walked around me waiting for me to either sit or play. Neither one of them were supportive at this point. But I was committed to finishing....with or without a canine approval or review. Still in my power walk I rushed them both upstairs.
I have my love for the boys, but at some point...keeping myself in the ZONE superceded maternal doggie love. The sad thing is that if I do this nightly (if not walk at work) then this drama could be a nightly tableau!
Monday, January 18, 2010
Saturday, September 19, 2009
Bo's Bum
So when I was a kid, my dad used to sit in a chair & "trap" us in the bear trap with his legs. Every kid in our house was caught in the bear trap. You would swing and giggle until he let you go.
SO, I have dogs. Why shouldn't I have the same traditions I was raised with? One of my favorits is UH OH! Yah...it started with the boys. I have to remind you that Luke was adopted. We figure he was homeless most of his puppy time and when he was "fostered" he was in a house with aggressive dogs and abusive people, so roughhousing is tough for him and anytime he perceives conflict he gets nervous and leaves the room.
Now Bo was raised with us...so he is almost immune from conflict. When he was a baby I would say UH OH and then come after his chewie. Or I would say "Is that Momma's chewie" and I would head after his chewie. I was pretty tortuous. Now, when I say UH OH, Bo hunkers down with his chewie. THEN when I ask if it is Momma's chewie, he actually gets up and walks away. I actually have it on video because it makes me laugh. I can feel him sigh and say "Can you just leave me & my chewie the fuck alone". GAWD! So I still do it! Daisy jumps up when she hears UH OH because she is waiting for one of the boys to DROP their chewies. I figure she is somewhat lazy and doesn't want to work soooo hard to start a chewie. When I give them out, she waits....waits until Luke is at a weak moment and steals his.
For some reason I started the bear trap drama with Bo. But with him its "I'm going to get your bum". I trap his hindquarters in either my legs or arms. In the beginning he would struggle and try to get out of the trap. He has learned over the years. I guess he just knows from experience that I will eventually let him go. Now I have learned from experience that he waits, so now I just persevere. HEH HEH HEH. I can't explain the situation but you have to trust me that there are times when dogs are not different from people in their responses. He and I know what is going to happen. When I simply SAY the words, "I'm going to get your bum"...he starts to defend his bum from being captured. And ME? I am strategically looking to see how I can get the little bugger. It does take a bit of back and forth between he and I...and Yes I am not embarassed to say this passes between us.
So when I get him, he makes the FUNNIEST noise. His ears are down and he is not giving up. He is kind of growling but more at a high pitch level because he is PISSED off. By this time his nubby (he is tail-less) is no longer wagging and he is on the front lines with the enemy! He waits, plotting his next move. Me? I am a poor winner and keep mentioning "I've got your BUM!". Regardless of the species, you can still be mocked! That kind of pushes his GO button and he turns his head to nip me...but he can't reach. He attempts to turn over (Freshman wrestling move) and get out. The best move he has learned, has been going after me with his back feet. The noise has increased and Luke has left. I let Bo up and he turns back and barks at me and says "Fuck off". And leaves. Unfortunately I am laughing.
Now Daisy has gotten very agitated in the recent past because I think she is worried she will be tortured. Because she knows "no bite" when she wants to bite me, she licks. SO when she hears me start the Bum attack, she jumps inbetween Bo & I to save him & she puts her little body on me to prevent me from getting Bo's Bum. I gotta admire her instincts to help Bo but it is funny.
I can't say why I am so addicted to TV when the three Dukes of SLC offer so much entertainment!
Be good to you!
H
SO, I have dogs. Why shouldn't I have the same traditions I was raised with? One of my favorits is UH OH! Yah...it started with the boys. I have to remind you that Luke was adopted. We figure he was homeless most of his puppy time and when he was "fostered" he was in a house with aggressive dogs and abusive people, so roughhousing is tough for him and anytime he perceives conflict he gets nervous and leaves the room.
Now Bo was raised with us...so he is almost immune from conflict. When he was a baby I would say UH OH and then come after his chewie. Or I would say "Is that Momma's chewie" and I would head after his chewie. I was pretty tortuous. Now, when I say UH OH, Bo hunkers down with his chewie. THEN when I ask if it is Momma's chewie, he actually gets up and walks away. I actually have it on video because it makes me laugh. I can feel him sigh and say "Can you just leave me & my chewie the fuck alone". GAWD! So I still do it! Daisy jumps up when she hears UH OH because she is waiting for one of the boys to DROP their chewies. I figure she is somewhat lazy and doesn't want to work soooo hard to start a chewie. When I give them out, she waits....waits until Luke is at a weak moment and steals his.
For some reason I started the bear trap drama with Bo. But with him its "I'm going to get your bum". I trap his hindquarters in either my legs or arms. In the beginning he would struggle and try to get out of the trap. He has learned over the years. I guess he just knows from experience that I will eventually let him go. Now I have learned from experience that he waits, so now I just persevere. HEH HEH HEH. I can't explain the situation but you have to trust me that there are times when dogs are not different from people in their responses. He and I know what is going to happen. When I simply SAY the words, "I'm going to get your bum"...he starts to defend his bum from being captured. And ME? I am strategically looking to see how I can get the little bugger. It does take a bit of back and forth between he and I...and Yes I am not embarassed to say this passes between us.
So when I get him, he makes the FUNNIEST noise. His ears are down and he is not giving up. He is kind of growling but more at a high pitch level because he is PISSED off. By this time his nubby (he is tail-less) is no longer wagging and he is on the front lines with the enemy! He waits, plotting his next move. Me? I am a poor winner and keep mentioning "I've got your BUM!". Regardless of the species, you can still be mocked! That kind of pushes his GO button and he turns his head to nip me...but he can't reach. He attempts to turn over (Freshman wrestling move) and get out. The best move he has learned, has been going after me with his back feet. The noise has increased and Luke has left. I let Bo up and he turns back and barks at me and says "Fuck off". And leaves. Unfortunately I am laughing.
Now Daisy has gotten very agitated in the recent past because I think she is worried she will be tortured. Because she knows "no bite" when she wants to bite me, she licks. SO when she hears me start the Bum attack, she jumps inbetween Bo & I to save him & she puts her little body on me to prevent me from getting Bo's Bum. I gotta admire her instincts to help Bo but it is funny.
I can't say why I am so addicted to TV when the three Dukes of SLC offer so much entertainment!
Be good to you!
H
Saturday, August 8, 2009
Welcome back Heather!
SO yah....I ate The Pie pizzeria last night. But come on! I have not eaten properly for 2 months if not more. Of course I buried myself in it. Yah the now gall bladder-less body is certainly not sitting well but still I feel MORE human than I have in a while. THANK YOU PIZZA GUY!
Being out of work & NOT wanting to fall in to the afternoon television rut, I turn to the Food Network. Definitely a torture to a woman who cannot eat! But a bored woman who can't eat! Needless to say, Mike ate well for a while. I mean who CANNOT watch that & not want to make it. SO I truly baked and cooked away my boredome. Again, I didn't eat it. Mike did. Poor guy, he felt guilty that I was cooking...but he ate well!
One of the Mormon tenants is to help others. My neighbor is adament that she is a horrible person because she has not brought over dinner. I reassure her that I am up and making dinner for Mike nightly...I just can't eat. She asked 4 times over my "infirm" period! I am not eating anything other than nectarines, popsicles, and popcorn! Laugh.
I will say that I have become somewhat unnaturally attached to Tyler Florence. I am a marries woman, but he is a handsome man AND he cooks! Come on...I mean a truly sexy man is wayy sexier if he can cook AND cook well! I am definitely not on the way to stalking him or DVR'ing all of his shows....but as I recouperated, he was a balm to my upset tummy!
Unfortunately now that I am better, the crush has waned. I am sorry Tyler~!
Being out of work & NOT wanting to fall in to the afternoon television rut, I turn to the Food Network. Definitely a torture to a woman who cannot eat! But a bored woman who can't eat! Needless to say, Mike ate well for a while. I mean who CANNOT watch that & not want to make it. SO I truly baked and cooked away my boredome. Again, I didn't eat it. Mike did. Poor guy, he felt guilty that I was cooking...but he ate well!
One of the Mormon tenants is to help others. My neighbor is adament that she is a horrible person because she has not brought over dinner. I reassure her that I am up and making dinner for Mike nightly...I just can't eat. She asked 4 times over my "infirm" period! I am not eating anything other than nectarines, popsicles, and popcorn! Laugh.
I will say that I have become somewhat unnaturally attached to Tyler Florence. I am a marries woman, but he is a handsome man AND he cooks! Come on...I mean a truly sexy man is wayy sexier if he can cook AND cook well! I am definitely not on the way to stalking him or DVR'ing all of his shows....but as I recouperated, he was a balm to my upset tummy!
Unfortunately now that I am better, the crush has waned. I am sorry Tyler~!
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
The dog things I love...
I am cresting into a surgery which has only one bit of worry. It is a simple surgery which is apparently an Olympic event in this state....gall bladder. Seriously, my counselor asked me if it ran in my family I snorted derisively and said, "It runs in the state". I don't think there are many people in my realm of friends which have not either had someone in their live who had the surgery or themselves. Unfortunately I was left with the image of my friend who said when they pulled hers out, the stones CASCADED out of the bladder. I have this perverted vision of a roast like item with superballs bounding out of it.
The only fear I have (other than Mike's cooking) is the doglets. Recently my main symptom has become more pronounced and frequent...dry heaving/nausea. I was laying on the bed with the dogs surrounding me and Mike on the end of the bed...having an "episode". Daisy jumped up looked at me & went to Mike. Her little face showed anxiety....MIKE, Da Momma is sick! Mike looked at her & pet her saying "Da Momma is fine". Daisy looked at me then back at Mike...I told her I was fine. She went back to laying with me...dubious that she should not act to help me. The boys never moved from their napping positions. Daisy is like the volunteer fire department...always prepared. The other day she was notifying us that Mike was outside WITHOUT her....I asked "Daisy...Daisy...what's the matter. Is Mike stuck in the well?". I think she told me to fuck off.
Apparently for Bo & Daisy, my belly is their safe place. As a pup, I would hold Bo's chewie for him. I mostly did it because when I wanted to sleep, I would hold it for him until he slept. Because he would be sleepy, he would lay on my tummy & I would hold the chewie for him. As much as that was cute....30 pounds of dog on a newly surgeried gut could cause...um...yah...pain. Daisy seems to LAY across my middle almost like a shawl. Yet another potential for pain.
Luke sleeps on his own on whomever's pillow is empty. But he is also our talker. When we come home, he is so excited that he barks and barks. For some reason after he settled in with us, I started the idea of "momma love" with him. The other two would bound past Luke to say HI. Luke just waited. When it was his turn, I would ask him if he wanted momma love. I figured it is his time without the needy two, to say hi to me. He puts his front paws on my belly and I rub his ears and talk to him....and he tells me about his day. I ask if the mail man came...did the neighbor kid walk across our lawn...normal dog stuff. Luke sits in the window of the guest room on the bed watching....a canine Mr Rogers. But again, I have started a habit which will soon become painful.
To prepare for this I have started (yes, am aware of the delay in their training) "Down". To no avail. As I don't feel good lately, the three of them are truly a relief. It is just pure love and reassurance. Kind of like a personal fan club for Da Momma. Not a bad thing I feel...just will be a bit more adjustment in the next month.
Be great to you!
H
The only fear I have (other than Mike's cooking) is the doglets. Recently my main symptom has become more pronounced and frequent...dry heaving/nausea. I was laying on the bed with the dogs surrounding me and Mike on the end of the bed...having an "episode". Daisy jumped up looked at me & went to Mike. Her little face showed anxiety....MIKE, Da Momma is sick! Mike looked at her & pet her saying "Da Momma is fine". Daisy looked at me then back at Mike...I told her I was fine. She went back to laying with me...dubious that she should not act to help me. The boys never moved from their napping positions. Daisy is like the volunteer fire department...always prepared. The other day she was notifying us that Mike was outside WITHOUT her....I asked "Daisy...Daisy...what's the matter. Is Mike stuck in the well?". I think she told me to fuck off.
Apparently for Bo & Daisy, my belly is their safe place. As a pup, I would hold Bo's chewie for him. I mostly did it because when I wanted to sleep, I would hold it for him until he slept. Because he would be sleepy, he would lay on my tummy & I would hold the chewie for him. As much as that was cute....30 pounds of dog on a newly surgeried gut could cause...um...yah...pain. Daisy seems to LAY across my middle almost like a shawl. Yet another potential for pain.
Luke sleeps on his own on whomever's pillow is empty. But he is also our talker. When we come home, he is so excited that he barks and barks. For some reason after he settled in with us, I started the idea of "momma love" with him. The other two would bound past Luke to say HI. Luke just waited. When it was his turn, I would ask him if he wanted momma love. I figured it is his time without the needy two, to say hi to me. He puts his front paws on my belly and I rub his ears and talk to him....and he tells me about his day. I ask if the mail man came...did the neighbor kid walk across our lawn...normal dog stuff. Luke sits in the window of the guest room on the bed watching....a canine Mr Rogers. But again, I have started a habit which will soon become painful.
To prepare for this I have started (yes, am aware of the delay in their training) "Down". To no avail. As I don't feel good lately, the three of them are truly a relief. It is just pure love and reassurance. Kind of like a personal fan club for Da Momma. Not a bad thing I feel...just will be a bit more adjustment in the next month.
Be great to you!
H
THings which HAVE to stop
Ok...this has been festering for a while...but today it will just come out.
Let's discuss the idea of merging into traffic. Did it stand out the word "into"? An on ramp does not mean that traffic finds a place to YOU. I had a argument/discussion with someone years ago who believed the intent of merging was oncoming traffic was to make room for those joining traffic. Today I was driving and a fairly new, champagne colored, Luxury edition Camary was in the lane which was merging. So I waited and waited and waited for HIM (sorry, an older HIM) to make an effort (ANY effort) to move into existing traffic. NOPE. None. I flip him off and honk (with some discipline after the recent supreme court ruling). He gave me the finger wag in the mirror that I WAS WRONG! Let's get this straight people....If you merge (or if I were to merge) it is your responsiblity to SIGNAL (do some want to write this down?) and then adjust YOUR speed to move into traffic. He continued to remonstrate me & I finally just made the crazy sign and wanted to rear end him. I really want to be agist and sexist but I can't.
BECAUSE women in minivans are HORRIBLE! I realize this is a prejudice (don't get me started on Chinese women in San Francisco and Costco) but being in the HOME of huge families where minivans are more prolific than Bishops....I feel educated enough to warn that there are some women who are the worst drivers in the world are the ones with 6 kids in the minivan trying to merge AND hand out snacks and juice boxes. I only have 3 dogs and when they are in the car, I am dodging butts, tongues and managing Daisy's temper....so I understand distractions...but seriously...I could be texting and smacking Daisy and still be a safer driver.
Shawn has prejudice against Subaru wagons. I don't really get it. I mean living in Seattle I was an OUTCAST by not driving a Subaru wagon. They are just part of the landscape there...so if there was a genuine issue, I would be an expert. But driving with her, I could see where the bias came from. Again, it just MAY be Utah Subaru Wagon drivers, but when she was in my car....experience proved her point.
Mike has a small issue with the brakes. I don't know how to explain it but he drives like hell then brakes seconds before impact. To be fair, he drives an 86 Toyota pick up (Eleanor...I pray for her health nightly!) and its capacity for speed (while HE drives her) is limited. SO when he gets in to our Rav, he is like a kid behind the wheel. I am thankful I no longer have the Celica because he scared the HELL out of me when we were on the freeway. There was a time in our recent trip to Napa Valley where he tore across the road in search of homemade olive oil and I screamed in terror. His mildly irritated face came with the "What?" comment. I also worry as Mike has a fondness for the Italian Job and Transformers....my car can do NEITHER...I think I need to be more clear with perimeters!
But I was cut off in a gas station by a smiling ass of a guy who knew what he was doing (again, a guy?) and didn't care. I figure if you are going to be an asshole on the road, embrace it and have no apologies. I live that philosophy when I am the asshole, but come on....I see through your rudeness. I confess I had to get out of a 7 11 and not spill my super big gulp and attempt to eat my chicken taquitos and had to just sit in traffic. An older woman just stared at me with incredulity. I just shrugged and mouthed an apology as I slurped.
What? At least I apologized!
Be great to you
h
Let's discuss the idea of merging into traffic. Did it stand out the word "into"? An on ramp does not mean that traffic finds a place to YOU. I had a argument/discussion with someone years ago who believed the intent of merging was oncoming traffic was to make room for those joining traffic. Today I was driving and a fairly new, champagne colored, Luxury edition Camary was in the lane which was merging. So I waited and waited and waited for HIM (sorry, an older HIM) to make an effort (ANY effort) to move into existing traffic. NOPE. None. I flip him off and honk (with some discipline after the recent supreme court ruling). He gave me the finger wag in the mirror that I WAS WRONG! Let's get this straight people....If you merge (or if I were to merge) it is your responsiblity to SIGNAL (do some want to write this down?) and then adjust YOUR speed to move into traffic. He continued to remonstrate me & I finally just made the crazy sign and wanted to rear end him. I really want to be agist and sexist but I can't.
BECAUSE women in minivans are HORRIBLE! I realize this is a prejudice (don't get me started on Chinese women in San Francisco and Costco) but being in the HOME of huge families where minivans are more prolific than Bishops....I feel educated enough to warn that there are some women who are the worst drivers in the world are the ones with 6 kids in the minivan trying to merge AND hand out snacks and juice boxes. I only have 3 dogs and when they are in the car, I am dodging butts, tongues and managing Daisy's temper....so I understand distractions...but seriously...I could be texting and smacking Daisy and still be a safer driver.
Shawn has prejudice against Subaru wagons. I don't really get it. I mean living in Seattle I was an OUTCAST by not driving a Subaru wagon. They are just part of the landscape there...so if there was a genuine issue, I would be an expert. But driving with her, I could see where the bias came from. Again, it just MAY be Utah Subaru Wagon drivers, but when she was in my car....experience proved her point.
Mike has a small issue with the brakes. I don't know how to explain it but he drives like hell then brakes seconds before impact. To be fair, he drives an 86 Toyota pick up (Eleanor...I pray for her health nightly!) and its capacity for speed (while HE drives her) is limited. SO when he gets in to our Rav, he is like a kid behind the wheel. I am thankful I no longer have the Celica because he scared the HELL out of me when we were on the freeway. There was a time in our recent trip to Napa Valley where he tore across the road in search of homemade olive oil and I screamed in terror. His mildly irritated face came with the "What?" comment. I also worry as Mike has a fondness for the Italian Job and Transformers....my car can do NEITHER...I think I need to be more clear with perimeters!
But I was cut off in a gas station by a smiling ass of a guy who knew what he was doing (again, a guy?) and didn't care. I figure if you are going to be an asshole on the road, embrace it and have no apologies. I live that philosophy when I am the asshole, but come on....I see through your rudeness. I confess I had to get out of a 7 11 and not spill my super big gulp and attempt to eat my chicken taquitos and had to just sit in traffic. An older woman just stared at me with incredulity. I just shrugged and mouthed an apology as I slurped.
What? At least I apologized!
Be great to you
h
Sunday, May 3, 2009
Great movie quotes
For years I had my two greatest movie quotes from 16 Candles. I mean, isn't that movie just full of the right things to say?
"Thanks for getting my undies back!". "No more twankie my wankie the Donger needs FOOD!". "Um...yah...right (Joan Cusack)". "You breaka my face....you grabbed my dick". Serious, other than Ferris Buehler, I can really just quote that movie without an hesitation...but I suppose that is my age.
In college I had GUY friends who would (sober) recreate scenes together from Ghostbusters. These guys had not grown up together...as a matter of fact, this was the first time they had met was the year we lived in the same dorm. I was baffled at that "gift".
Over 20 years later, I was travelling with two men who had worked together but weren't the best of friends....but they would quote Nacho Libre FREQUENTLY. They would say a few words and then LAUGHHHH. I think we would laugh at their presentation and bad accent vs recollecting the scene from the movie. Again, it was a guy thing.
But when we were younger, quoting Monty Python became an olympic event. For the longest time when my brother drank, he would say "bring me a bucket"....and I would laugh. Honestly I don't think I had seen the Meaning of Life until years later in college. He had explained the scene with the barfing man that I had just grown accustomed to the image of a little cleaning woman scurrying around with the barf bucket. Another one of his quotes was about the "killer rabbit". That one I am SURE I didn't get for years until I saw Search for the Holy Grail.
I can't tell you why I waited so long to see the Monty Python movies. Even now I still chuckle at the idea of a "favorite color"...."blue no yellow....AHHHHHHH". I think one time I had "partaken" before seeing a movie....but that didn't improve the comprehension. For fear of sounding plebian, I didn't find as much joy with the BBC shows as I did the movies. I mean, yes, you have to laugh at the Spam song. Yes, the Dead Parrot skit is still classic. But sometimes it was too much funny in 3 minutes. But I am afflicted with the habit of giggling randomly at the thought of how much a sparrow weighs.
That brings me today. Recovering from a cold, I was surfing and saw a Samuel Jackson movie labelled "campy". The movie had intelligent and vengeful sharks (hmmmm...no creepy music but still somewhat familiar of an idea). Then it hit me....with a bit of sadness...that I had a true favorite quote from a movie. Now I realize that I could be somewhat off in my quotation, but I think that I figure that it still encompasses what my friend Sam still needs to convey...."I am Mother Fucking tired of these Mother Fucking snakes on this Mother Fucking plane.". Seriously...that totally beats "You played it for her Sam, you can play it for me". Truly & succinctly conveys Mr Jackson's frustrations as much as "Frankly my dear, I don't give a damn!". All of the quotes are classic and certainly memorable....but really...as I walked around the house today....Mr Jackson's complaint about the serpents seemed to just FEEL GREAT!
So, to update those who care....I have updated my favorite movie quote! Sorry Mr Hughes....but I am sure you can understand the visceral happiness this will offer me. But Ferris is still good!
Be great to you!
H
"Thanks for getting my undies back!". "No more twankie my wankie the Donger needs FOOD!". "Um...yah...right (Joan Cusack)". "You breaka my face....you grabbed my dick". Serious, other than Ferris Buehler, I can really just quote that movie without an hesitation...but I suppose that is my age.
In college I had GUY friends who would (sober) recreate scenes together from Ghostbusters. These guys had not grown up together...as a matter of fact, this was the first time they had met was the year we lived in the same dorm. I was baffled at that "gift".
Over 20 years later, I was travelling with two men who had worked together but weren't the best of friends....but they would quote Nacho Libre FREQUENTLY. They would say a few words and then LAUGHHHH. I think we would laugh at their presentation and bad accent vs recollecting the scene from the movie. Again, it was a guy thing.
But when we were younger, quoting Monty Python became an olympic event. For the longest time when my brother drank, he would say "bring me a bucket"....and I would laugh. Honestly I don't think I had seen the Meaning of Life until years later in college. He had explained the scene with the barfing man that I had just grown accustomed to the image of a little cleaning woman scurrying around with the barf bucket. Another one of his quotes was about the "killer rabbit". That one I am SURE I didn't get for years until I saw Search for the Holy Grail.
I can't tell you why I waited so long to see the Monty Python movies. Even now I still chuckle at the idea of a "favorite color"...."blue no yellow....AHHHHHHH". I think one time I had "partaken" before seeing a movie....but that didn't improve the comprehension. For fear of sounding plebian, I didn't find as much joy with the BBC shows as I did the movies. I mean, yes, you have to laugh at the Spam song. Yes, the Dead Parrot skit is still classic. But sometimes it was too much funny in 3 minutes. But I am afflicted with the habit of giggling randomly at the thought of how much a sparrow weighs.
That brings me today. Recovering from a cold, I was surfing and saw a Samuel Jackson movie labelled "campy". The movie had intelligent and vengeful sharks (hmmmm...no creepy music but still somewhat familiar of an idea). Then it hit me....with a bit of sadness...that I had a true favorite quote from a movie. Now I realize that I could be somewhat off in my quotation, but I think that I figure that it still encompasses what my friend Sam still needs to convey...."I am Mother Fucking tired of these Mother Fucking snakes on this Mother Fucking plane.". Seriously...that totally beats "You played it for her Sam, you can play it for me". Truly & succinctly conveys Mr Jackson's frustrations as much as "Frankly my dear, I don't give a damn!". All of the quotes are classic and certainly memorable....but really...as I walked around the house today....Mr Jackson's complaint about the serpents seemed to just FEEL GREAT!
So, to update those who care....I have updated my favorite movie quote! Sorry Mr Hughes....but I am sure you can understand the visceral happiness this will offer me. But Ferris is still good!
Be great to you!
H
Thursday, April 23, 2009
This is not a Dog Book
The Christmas after we got Bo, (before Luke) my mom's friend gave me the book (now a new motion picture) Marley & Me. I distinctly remember laying in bed laughing at the new puppy parts. Looking at my beautiful little 6 month old tinkling darling, I could do nothing but giggle. After the auspicious beginning of me thinking God was punishing me for being a bad person due to his bee sting, I figure the fun was still to come!
As I laughed, it hit me...ALL DOG BOOKS END WITH DEAD DOGS! Yup....I am sure just right now a book or two went through your head. I looked at my snoring baby and realized that any ideas of capturing his quaintness went away because ALL DOG BOOKS END WITH DEAD DOGS, so I was not going to do that.
So I am not.
I have three pretty lively dogs (who are now running from living room to guest room barking to let Mike know they want to be outside with him) who as of now have given us a pretty full book of stories, anectdotes and warnings. That is what I am doing...collecting, documenting and celebrating the dogs...the VERY MUCH ALIVE DOGS!
I am not in denial. I have put my childhood dog of 17 years to sleep....I have held our dying/dead cat while we rushed to see what help could be offered. I know it will happen. I noticed as of late I cannot look at animal carcasses on the road as I just see a little black body with a heart on his white chest, a black/greyish with a feathery tail or a little white body with a black spotted underbody. The day will come. Both Bo & Daisy have genetic issues with I am sure will shorten their lives. Luke has anxiety which I figure as it is with me, working against a longish lifespan! I am ready. Mike...not so much. He looked at a rarely peaceful Daisy one night as she napped...."I will not handle it well if she dies"....and got a bit weepy at the pre-thought.
As Mike & I walked the neighborhood tonight, there is a an older retriever dog who sits on his (not sure) porch and barks. I am not sure whether he is barking at us OR our loud dogs 3 houses down who were vehemently protesting being left at home. Either way, he made is way off of the porch down toward us only half heartedly barking. You could tell he was old & you could tell he was in pain. So I walked into the yard to meet him half way....and he sat & offered his head...which I duely appreciated. Then he waddled back up to the porch to await another emergency for him to check his yard. We were allowed to pass. For a few minutes we walked without talking....at least in my head I envisioned Bo being that infirm. Only probably barking more!
This collection is a celebration of who they are & the characters they have become in the drama of our lives! Remember, this is NOT A DOG BOOK!
As I laughed, it hit me...ALL DOG BOOKS END WITH DEAD DOGS! Yup....I am sure just right now a book or two went through your head. I looked at my snoring baby and realized that any ideas of capturing his quaintness went away because ALL DOG BOOKS END WITH DEAD DOGS, so I was not going to do that.
So I am not.
I have three pretty lively dogs (who are now running from living room to guest room barking to let Mike know they want to be outside with him) who as of now have given us a pretty full book of stories, anectdotes and warnings. That is what I am doing...collecting, documenting and celebrating the dogs...the VERY MUCH ALIVE DOGS!
I am not in denial. I have put my childhood dog of 17 years to sleep....I have held our dying/dead cat while we rushed to see what help could be offered. I know it will happen. I noticed as of late I cannot look at animal carcasses on the road as I just see a little black body with a heart on his white chest, a black/greyish with a feathery tail or a little white body with a black spotted underbody. The day will come. Both Bo & Daisy have genetic issues with I am sure will shorten their lives. Luke has anxiety which I figure as it is with me, working against a longish lifespan! I am ready. Mike...not so much. He looked at a rarely peaceful Daisy one night as she napped...."I will not handle it well if she dies"....and got a bit weepy at the pre-thought.
As Mike & I walked the neighborhood tonight, there is a an older retriever dog who sits on his (not sure) porch and barks. I am not sure whether he is barking at us OR our loud dogs 3 houses down who were vehemently protesting being left at home. Either way, he made is way off of the porch down toward us only half heartedly barking. You could tell he was old & you could tell he was in pain. So I walked into the yard to meet him half way....and he sat & offered his head...which I duely appreciated. Then he waddled back up to the porch to await another emergency for him to check his yard. We were allowed to pass. For a few minutes we walked without talking....at least in my head I envisioned Bo being that infirm. Only probably barking more!
This collection is a celebration of who they are & the characters they have become in the drama of our lives! Remember, this is NOT A DOG BOOK!
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