The sweetest couple

For those with the “awwwwwwwwww” factor… this is for you.  Sweetest thing I have seen in awhile.  And for those of you who are mean as snakes…. don’t send me the newsclip a few weeks from now where “Oops the elephant smooshed the dog.”

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Memories

I watched the inauguration with joy, amazement, and tears yesterday.  What a wonderful day for our country.  I know all of us are beyond ready for the promised change. 

As I was watching, the thought occurred that “This is a moment I will never forget. ”  After taking time to reflect on that, I thought “What other moments have I experienced that have stuck with me through the years?”    The sad part is that most of them tend to be negative.   Why is it that our brains can’t cling as tightly to the good stuff?                  

So, Memories (social/political only, no personal ones shared here)…  I vaguely remember watching the moon landing in 1969.  I remember Watergate, even though I didn’t understand it.  I remember Jim Jones.  I remember Princess Diana’s wedding (yes I got up at 4am) and I remember the day she died.  I remember Clinton/Lewinsky.  I remember the Challenger disaster.   I remember Columbine and Virginia Tech.    I remember Oklahoma City and I remember 9/11.   And I will undoubtedly remember the economy crashing down around us. 

So I guess I owe President Barack Obama a huge Thank You.  How nice to have an overwhelmingly positive memory to tuck in with all that junk.  I am looking forward to the next 4 years.

More about chocolate

I received these as another late arriving Christmas gift last night.  I don’t know if the crack is in the dark chocolate, the peppermint sprinkles, or the stuffing inside, but it is in there somewhere.  They are To Die For.  And only 150 calories PER cookie.  Holy Molies.  Can I hope that they are only sold during the Christmas season? 

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Chocolate

What is it about eating a bit of chocolate that makes women feel so much better? Maybe this phenomenon happens to men too, but I only hear about it from my girlfriends. I was feeling downright bleh today; not sure of the root cause.  I went to the Post Office and my truck accidentally veered off the road and into the convenience store on the way home. 12 delicious squares of Hershey’s chocolate later, and I was a new woman.

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According to wikipedia, “Cocoa should not be confused with the coca plant which can be used to create cocaine.”   But let’s get real; there must be some correlation.

Women and Football

So, it’s that time again.  Football season.  Or more appropriately, Super Bowl/Playoffs season.  Most women I know don’t really care for football, but I have to say, I actually enjoy watching it occasionally.  I am not obsessed; I do not need to watch it weekly, but I enjoy a good game.   I don’t even mind watching it in person as long as it’s not cold.  I really hate cold.

The part I don’t get is how you decide who to pull for in the playoffs.  I grew up in Northern Indiana, so my team has been; always will be… Da Bears.  Of course, since 1986, there hasn’t been a ton to cheer about.  Who could ever compete  with McMahon, Singletary, the Fridge, and the incomparable Walter Peyton?

And let’s not forget the Super Bowl Shuffle…

So now, it’s 2009, and I am not even sure who is in it anymore.  However, this is how I choose my teams these days.  1) Bears are out, so who cares?  2) Miami Dolphins have a cute logo and my best friend’s husband adores the team, so let’s pull for them!  Oh, except they lost last week.  3) I live in North Carolina; GO PANTHERS!  Oh wait, they got slaughtered last night. 

As always, Super Bowl Sunday will arrive; I will randomly pick a team (usually the underdog just to be fair), and sit and watch primarily for the commercials.   Any better suggestions?

The Animal Kingdom

I figured I might as well get this out there early.  I have a lot of animals.  My very own Noah’s Ark (well except for the fact that none of them have those parts anymore… except the goldfish). 

So how many is a lot?  I have 6 dogs, 3 cats, 2 horses, and the 2 previously mentioned fish.  Frankly, the fish are pretty cheap.  The rest of them; well Quicken tells a very ugly story in 2008.   We won’t go there.   Suffice it to say they averaged more per month than my mortgage.   I spoil them a bit, though I do not think I am excessive in comparison to some of my friends.  I don’t take them to the vet until we try every other means to resolve issues.

I don’t think I am one of those hoarders, though perhaps you should check back in 10 years to reevaluate.  13 years ago, my husband bought my Sheltie, Barry, for me.  I had always wanted a Collie. We were at Eckerd’s with my 4 stepchildren and I was in the store picking up film while they waited (who has pictures developed anymore?). I walked out and the kids Screamed “Janet! Puppies!!!” My hubby had already checked it out and said “They are SHELTIES, not COLLIES.” But Barry was already in my arms by then and That… was the end… of That.

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Barry

Everybody else just showed up. They see the “sucker” stamp on my forehead and it’s all over.

Next came Ace, the 75 lb Lab/Dane/sumpin else (aka the love of my life, but don’t tell the others).  He showed up at a barn where I worked.  OK, actually the AH owner stole him from someone for his daughter for her birthday.  I then proceeded to steal him from them, although at least they knew I was taking him. 

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Ace

Then came Noel, the 60 lb German Shephard.  She walked out of the woods at another barn where we were doing therapeutic riding lessons.  It took almost 3 months to catch her, and then I took her home. 

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Noel

Lewis the 80lb Rottweiller/Lab and Clark, the 50 lb Basset Hound showed up at my house when Noel went into heat  (after 2 vets told me they “felt her spay scar.”  Yeah whatever.)   I tried really hard not to let them in the door, but they shoved past me.  Might have been the hot dogs I was feeding them.

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Clark

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Lewis

Then Cody came along.  The biggest nutcase of them all.   He is a 90 lb pure white Maremma – pretty sure he is full bred, though who knows?  He is terrified of all people, especially men.  It took me over 2 years of feeding him every day before I could touch him.  He tolerates me now, but still occasionally thinks I am getting ready to kill him.  He lives outside with my horses.  He strongly prefers their company to mine, but has this nasty habit of getting run into by cars.  That’s twice in 2 years.  The last time resulted in me cancelling travel plans for Christmas and dropping $1500 on the surgery.  Ho Ho Ho.  He is now living in my house with the rest of the crew for 6 weeks of rehab and he is m-i-s-e-r-a-b-l-e. 

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Cody

So this is what keeps me busy and frankly sane, on a daily basis.  That whole unconditional love thing rocks.   And when you live alone in the middle of nowhere, you feel pretty darned safe with several hundred pounds of dog watching over you!

More later… much later… on cats and horses.   I don’t have any pictures of the fish but I’ll work on it.