Chewie the Wonderdog-

The level 1 obedience, post graduation revelry...



Yes, he's asleep
Yes, his left front paw is in the air
and yes he slept like this for at least 30 minutes last night.

I'm surprised this picture turned out at all considering how hard I was laughing!

The BIG leap.

By the power invested in me by Blogger, I push the PUBLISH button on my first poem (as requested by G-)
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The devil you know...

There's a rage within me-
    
    taunting me for release
 
 
 

it promises to be good...

...that I am in control
 

"you'll feel better when I'm not trapped in here"
it says.
 
 
I drink to keep it quiet...
...pick fights to appease it
 
but
I
       never
        EVER
let it out...

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The backstory:

This is the poem that started its life as some nearly illegible words written on the back of a gas receipt. It's based a little on personal experience but mostly on a fictional character I've come to know fairly well.

Weird. It feels strange to look at it here - it's just something that began as an emotion that found words in my head to express itself...

What a strange feeling-

In honour of February 14th...

I'm not much into Valentines Day - not only because it is a gigantic commercial rip-off, but also because many of my friends and family members are single. I am a bit of a sap however, so I am posting this for all of my friends and family to wish them a Happy Valentines Day!

Happy Valentines Day - by the ying-yang gang

(Sassy is on the left, George is on the right)

They wish you a Happy Valentines Day (in as much as they'd love you if you'd play with them)!

Stay warm y'all - we're almost out of the deep freeze!

Interview by the rook...

the_rook 2007-02-10 06:30 pm (local) (link)

1) Who'd win in a fight to the death between you and your brother? Hmm…I would say my brother, only because he has repeatedly, although accidentally (and I have no doubts about that) and completely without malice, caused harm to my person. I can see it now - I’d be dead and he’d be poking at me to drop the act -- …except I’d be dead so I couldn’t. (actually, that’s somewhat funny in a twisted sort of way). Or maybe we’d both win (or lose depending on how you look at things). I think both of us would rather die than live, knowing that we caused the death of our only sibling. Yeah - I’m speaking for my brother here, but he’s as much of a softie as I am. So there. 2) What is the worst thing you have ever done? When I think about this manipulative stunt, I feel about *this* tall… Back in junior high school, I had a really ‘cool’ friend. She and I thought it would be fun to send secret admirer letters from a fictional guy to one of the ‘not cool’ girls in school. The letters started out relatively tame, however, at one point, she was supposedly meeting this ‘guy’ at the football uprights, dolled up in a miniskirt, in -30 deg C weather. The ‘guy’ also stated in a letter that he would watched her through her bedroom window… Ugghh…There really must be a seriously nasty hormone cocktail flowing through the bloodstreams of young teenagers because this was truly an awful thing to do. Who the hell needs enemies when you have friends like that? 3) What is something about me that you dislike? Well - I dislike the fact that I have a hard time reading you. Not your stories, or your blog – You. I’m normally good at reading people but for some reason, you completely stump me. Just when I think I’ve managed to catch a glimpse of you, the image I’ve carefully exposed evaporates and I’m left puzzled and confused. I must say that my inability to get a “good read” on you bothered me for quite a while. Intriguingly enough, I think that your magic and your bisexuality play key roles in your ability to confound me. I’ve never known someone with either of these features, let alone both (what can I say – I lived under a rock for a very long time. Try not to hold that against me…the rock – is cold…). I’ve become more comfortable with the idea that I am unable to get an accurate reading on you. In reality, I dislike that I can’t read you – but that doesn’t mean I dislike that about you – it’s…umm – complicated. I need a drink… 4) What is something about yourself you detest? Just one? That’s a tough one to narrow down… At this point in my life I’d say, my amazing ability to procrastinate to the point of unreserved self-sabotage. Yeah – I love this about myself – just love to hate it. 5) Is the glass half empty or half full. This may be hard to believe but…half-full. ~~~ My Interview questions for the_rook 1) If you had the one opportunity to use your magic and have exactly the outcome you envision – what would you use the opportunity for and why? (change the past, the future or something else…) 2) Do you believe intuition is part of the evolution of human beings? 3) If you could ask a Sel Souris faerie a question, what question would you ask? 4) Name something in your life that you learned as a child and that you still enjoy as an adult. 5) You’ve won the Million Dollars a year for the next 25 years lotto. What are the first 5 things you’d want to do with the money that G would tell you that you are a nutbar for even considering?

weirdness follows me...

So I'm driving to school a couple of weeks ago and my ADD brain takes a jaunt at a stop light. I end up scribbling down a bunch of phrases and words on a gas receipt. Now normally this would be a list of things I need to do, or didn't get done or something equally exciting. This time - for the first time ever, it was the makings of a poem (or a song if I could sing like G).

It was very strange.

I carried the gas receipt around with me for a few days until I found a notebook I'd been saving for some reason. I sat down with a pencil and wrote out the poem I started on the gas receipt and tucked the receipt into the front pocket of the notebook. I wrote 2 different poems right after I finished the first one.

The weirdness continued when I read what I wrote and didn't hate it.

Just when I thought all of the weirdness was over - I propped up the notebook that proceeded to fall face down onto my desk, the second I looked away. I glanced back at my desk to see what made the noise and saw a yellow post-it stuck to the back of my notebook. As I picked it up, I took a look at the small square yellow piece of paper stuck askew to the back. Written in pencil, was the name of one of my former clients - a wonderful woman who owns a local book publishing company...

I got goosebumps.

It was weird, creepy and exhilarating all at the same time.

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Call it what you will - intuition or whatever - I've learned that stuff like this happens to me for a reason and if I don't at least attempt to follow through with the path before me - I become un-centered. My judgement gets cloudy and I make really poor decisions from being un-centered. Sometimes I figure it out really quick, and sometimes I'm really slow on the uptake but I figure it out eventually. This one was kind of hard to ignore for some reason- even harder than when my job was literally killing me...

Maybe I'm getting smarter - or just more in tune with myself? I don't know for sure. Maybe it's because I've been hanging out with some very interesting people over the last 10 months.

I do know it's weird...

Ways to make the sky fall

In honour of upcoming midterms I present the most comprehensive "How to Fail an Exam" list I have ever run across.

Some of these would also be great ways to get fired or to get out of writing the psych evaluation some companies require in order to be hired. Go hard!