Doctor Apes to the Rescue

So,Lily has abusive relationships with all of her toys...case in point, Raff-e, her giraffe. Many a time, I've had to sew up gashes in Monkey or Piggy. Raff-e has even had a couple of surgeries, but this weekend Lily took her Chris Brown actin' self to a new level. Raff-e's leg was hangin' on by a mere thread and I tried desperately to save the leg as Lily looked on in anticipation. 2 minutes of stitching later and I had to make the call...the leg would have to go. The emergency amputation was a sucess...Raff-e is now the new and improved, 3-legged giraffe and from the looks of it, Lily has no intention of keeping any of his other limbs intact!

Raff-e in surgery


Lily patiently waiting for Raff-e to recover


The happy patient...till he's attacked again!


Happy Lily...up to her abusive behavior again...I guess Raff-e deserves it for his relentless squeaking:)



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Are we all being punked?

Countless times over the past couple of weeks, I keep thinking Ashton Kutcher himself is about to pop out of Octomom's belly to tell me that I'm being punked! The words, "You've got to be kidding me" have come out of my mouth more times than babies have come out of Octomom...okay, okay enough with the Octomom.

But, seriously, The Bachelor....you've got be kidding me!! Unbelievably ridiculous...how dare ABC distract me with it's Deanna embellished promos to trick me into believing that because Jason was done wrong, he has the right to do wrong. I wanted to whisper something under my breath too Melissa!!

Joaquin, seriously...no one believes you are quitting acting to become a rapper. You are walking the line between just plain ridiculous and seriously drugged up....you've got to be kidding me. Octomom...nuff said...I referred to her already. And, last, but certainly not least, Latreasa Goodman...calling 911 3 times to report a crime because you didn't get your chicken mcnuggets...YOU HAVE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME! In case you haven't heard about this one folks, it's a doosy....I have the audio video here...




"She are the manager"...oh geez.

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Tonto! (translation: Stupid!)

Yesterday, my favorite Dallas station, Movin' 107.5 mysteriously started playing all Spanish music. You would think being of Hispanic lineage, I would embrace it as a healthy move to target an exploding market, but alas I was not my friends...I was peeved!!!

So, now I am mourning my favorite mix of booty bumpin jams, old-school beats and funky oldies. 107.5 has still been preset for the past day, but after googling the call numbers and realizing it has in fact switched over, it must be deleted as I never want to visit that station again! Because let's face it...Shakira and Ricky Martin (pre-crossover to English) will not get the base line rattlin' through my trunk as Snoop Doggy Dogg and his friends once did.

Goodbye saaaweeet jams...goodbye.

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When I Grow Up

For as long as I can remember, I've been sketching. I vividly remember as a kid just sitting on the couch drawing some Saturday mornings instead of watching my favorite cartoons. Life has gotten crazier since then and I have less and less time to be an artist, which is what I really wanted to be "when I grew up". I rarely show anyone my work for fear of criticism...but, I've been entertaining thoughts of pursuing my childhood aspiration again and that can't happen unless I share. So, here you go...a little piece of me...

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I couldn't be happier at The Village Church and one of the countless reasons is because our pastor is not afraid to share his heart. Here is just a glimpse of who he is in a letter he wrote to his daughter for her 6th birthday...http://hv.thevillagechurch.net/blog/hvpastor/

Dogs Do It Everyday

For years now, everytime I think about writing a blog entry, this line always pops into my head...dogs do it everyday. I have yet to figure out why and if it means anything at all. I think it actually might pop into my head everytime I write something lengthy, i.e. a letter or a journal entry.

So, as I sit here, uninspired on a blog entry, creepily saying to myself, dogs do it everyday...dogs do it everyday in a mantra-like fashion, I wonder...what do dogs do everyday??? Pee...poo...bark...play...think about how they have 4 legs and no arms...

Yeah...I don't know...maybe you can think of something genius for me.

Boo for nothing to write about...
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Booth Mates

About a handful of times in my life, I've had the immense pleasure of being immersed in unusual circumstances wherein lie beautiful relationships that I would have never been able to form if not thrown into that given place or time. The past four days have been such a time as this.

9 months ago, I was employed by Sugarek Marketing Group. Little did I know, I was also being employed by Game Chef, a "spicy" little company specializing in seasonings for wild game. Thursday through Sunday, I had to work a trade show put on by the Dallas Safari Club, for Game Chef. I have to admit, I was dreading it...I mean, a room full of mounted animals, a sea of green and khaki draped hunters, a scope here, a safari there...you get the idea...and I was thinking of backing out.

I'm so glad I didn't. Thursday morning at 10 am, Lisa, Judy, Bob, Jude and Darla came to whisk me away in experience. We all became fast friends in a way only "booth mates", as Lisa would say in her intoxicating Australian accent, can. Somewhere between admiring Judy and Bob's envy-invoking Missouri love (they're 65 and 63 respectively, and it's a pleasure watching such love) and our afternoon tea time (thanks to Lisa's travel kettle), I realized what was happening. I often forget that every really good friendship and relationship begins with perfect strangers.

32 hours spent together later...more or less...and I was sad. Time began to whittle away at my heart as the booths were disassembled, as the stuffed deer and lions were hauled out and the quiet roar of people getting to know one another faded. We had sold all we could, but no price could be put on the deep admiration and care that had filled our souls. I've gone and gotten mushy, but I'm writing this a full day after not being with them. By now they are all in thier respective states and I miss them.

Here are some of what I hope to be first of many pictures together in the years to come...

All the girls...Judy, Lisa, Darla, me and Ames (she came on Sat. and Sun. to help me)

Lisa, me and Judy (isn't Judy a little hottie? Lisa and I kept
saying she was probably super hot in her younger days)

Another of us farther away in Lisa's booth

Judy, me and Bob...love them!