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Thursday, April 24, 2008
Weekend madness
Another estate sale, looking out my dirty windows, my old books the kid got out and layed out all over the floor in perfect formation for me to capture in photos, the baby kittys are half rascals and half sweeties, damn good small town breakfast.
Wednesday, April 23, 2008
KC Bear
Good Morning....When I read this email and saw the pictures I could not help thinking of you.....You are such a wonderful granddaughter and how you love your dog....Remember...there is a God in heaven.
Love Grandpa and GranBeverly
There is a God in the Post Office…This is one of the kindest things I've ever experienced. I have no way to know who sent it, but there is a beautiful soul working in the dead letter office of the US postal service.Our 14 year old dog, Abbey, died last month.
The day after she died, my 5 year old daughter Meredith was crying and talking about how much she missed Abbey. She asked if we could write a letter to God so that when Abbey got to heaven, God would recognize her. I told her that I thought we could so she dictated these words: Dear God,Will you please take care of my dog? She died yesterday and is with you in heaven. I miss her very much. I am happy that you let me have her as my dog even though she got sick.I hope you will play with her. She likes to play with balls and to swim. I am sending a picture of her so when you see her. You will know that she is my dog. I really miss her.Love, Meredith.
We put the letter in an envelope with a picture of Abbey and Meredith and addressed it to God/Heaven. We put our return address on it. Then Meredith pasted several stamps on the front of the envelope because she said it would take lots of stamps to get the letter all the way to heaven. That afternoon she dropped it into the letter box at the post office. A few days later, she asked if God had gotten the letter yet. I told her that I thought He had.Yesterday, there was a package wrapped in gold paper on our front porch addressed, 'To Meredith, 'in an unfamiliar hand. Meredith opened it. Inside was a book by Mr. Rogers called, 'When a Pet Dies.' Taped to the inside front cover was the letter we had written to God in its opened envelope. On the opposite page was the picture of Abbey & Meredith and this note:Dear Meredith,Abbey arrived safely in heaven.Having the picture was a big help. I recognized Abbey right away.Abbey isn't sick anymore. Her spirit is here with me just like it stays in your heart. Abbey loved being your dog. Since we don't need our bodies in heaven, I don't have any pockets to keep your picture in, so I am sending it back to you in this little book for you to keep and have something to remember Abbey by.Thank you for the beautiful letter and thank your mother for helping you write it and sending it to me. What a wonderful mother you have. I picked her especially for you.I send my blessings every day and remember that I love you very much.By the way, I'm easy to find, I am wherever there is love.Love,God
This one got me. I thought that was so sweet. I have been a little emotional these past few days, not sad or depressed just more emotional and listening to the Once soundtrack isnt helping my cause much.
Ofcourse I love my dog, he is the joy of my life and has been since the day we met. He just had his winter coat cut for spring/summer weather and we had a little photo shoot before the haircut. He was really fluffy, fluffier than usual. He gets upset after a while during haircuts but I told him that he would feel better after and like all the hair gone. I guess that calmed him down (less squirming, biting and groaning) and the cut took alot less time that it usually does.
His eyes are going grey now. He is getting slower. He doesnt greet me at the door anymore. Now he just rolls over on his back wherever he is laying (mostly my bed) and paws at me until I get close enough to rub his belly. This must go on for at least 10 minutes or so.
I have gotten a lot of flack from various people over the years. "Its just a dog", "You spoil that dog too much", "Your crazy". Etc. But I dont care, Sometimes you just have to not care what other people think and follow your heart. Thats all KC does, he is pure innocent emotion all day everyday. I have a feeling that they dont know his booboo ways, how he hides behind me when he is scared, how he has to show me the treat or cookie he has before he will eat it, how he purposefully looks away from the camera when Im trying to take his picture, how he tells me when he needs water, how he comes running up to me with the most serious and concerned look on his face if I so much as wimper, how he talks to me in "roorooroos", and looks at me with all the sweetness in the world. If you dont think your dog can teach YOU things, your not listening with your heart. I cant look in his booboo eyes, and not feel my heart fill up.
Love Grandpa and GranBeverly
There is a God in the Post Office…This is one of the kindest things I've ever experienced. I have no way to know who sent it, but there is a beautiful soul working in the dead letter office of the US postal service.Our 14 year old dog, Abbey, died last month.
The day after she died, my 5 year old daughter Meredith was crying and talking about how much she missed Abbey. She asked if we could write a letter to God so that when Abbey got to heaven, God would recognize her. I told her that I thought we could so she dictated these words: Dear God,Will you please take care of my dog? She died yesterday and is with you in heaven. I miss her very much. I am happy that you let me have her as my dog even though she got sick.I hope you will play with her. She likes to play with balls and to swim. I am sending a picture of her so when you see her. You will know that she is my dog. I really miss her.Love, Meredith.We put the letter in an envelope with a picture of Abbey and Meredith and addressed it to God/Heaven. We put our return address on it. Then Meredith pasted several stamps on the front of the envelope because she said it would take lots of stamps to get the letter all the way to heaven. That afternoon she dropped it into the letter box at the post office. A few days later, she asked if God had gotten the letter yet. I told her that I thought He had.Yesterday, there was a package wrapped in gold paper on our front porch addressed, 'To Meredith, 'in an unfamiliar hand. Meredith opened it. Inside was a book by Mr. Rogers called, 'When a Pet Dies.' Taped to the inside front cover was the letter we had written to God in its opened envelope. On the opposite page was the picture of Abbey & Meredith and this note:Dear Meredith,Abbey arrived safely in heaven.Having the picture was a big help. I recognized Abbey right away.Abbey isn't sick anymore. Her spirit is here with me just like it stays in your heart. Abbey loved being your dog. Since we don't need our bodies in heaven, I don't have any pockets to keep your picture in, so I am sending it back to you in this little book for you to keep and have something to remember Abbey by.Thank you for the beautiful letter and thank your mother for helping you write it and sending it to me. What a wonderful mother you have. I picked her especially for you.I send my blessings every day and remember that I love you very much.By the way, I'm easy to find, I am wherever there is love.Love,God
This one got me. I thought that was so sweet. I have been a little emotional these past few days, not sad or depressed just more emotional and listening to the Once soundtrack isnt helping my cause much.
Ofcourse I love my dog, he is the joy of my life and has been since the day we met. He just had his winter coat cut for spring/summer weather and we had a little photo shoot before the haircut. He was really fluffy, fluffier than usual. He gets upset after a while during haircuts but I told him that he would feel better after and like all the hair gone. I guess that calmed him down (less squirming, biting and groaning) and the cut took alot less time that it usually does.
His eyes are going grey now. He is getting slower. He doesnt greet me at the door anymore. Now he just rolls over on his back wherever he is laying (mostly my bed) and paws at me until I get close enough to rub his belly. This must go on for at least 10 minutes or so.
I have gotten a lot of flack from various people over the years. "Its just a dog", "You spoil that dog too much", "Your crazy". Etc. But I dont care, Sometimes you just have to not care what other people think and follow your heart. Thats all KC does, he is pure innocent emotion all day everyday. I have a feeling that they dont know his booboo ways, how he hides behind me when he is scared, how he has to show me the treat or cookie he has before he will eat it, how he purposefully looks away from the camera when Im trying to take his picture, how he tells me when he needs water, how he comes running up to me with the most serious and concerned look on his face if I so much as wimper, how he talks to me in "roorooroos", and looks at me with all the sweetness in the world. If you dont think your dog can teach YOU things, your not listening with your heart. I cant look in his booboo eyes, and not feel my heart fill up.
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Wednesday, April 9, 2008
The Magic Castle
I went to the Magic Castle for my friend Meghan's birthday last nite.
I havent been there in years and years. Last time I used to go was with the x cuz he was on one of his wierd random kicks where he would get all into something new for about 10 minutes and then move on to something else. The bummer about that is now I know how alot of tricks work. Um, I mean... its magic!
Upon entering you arrive in the Close-Up Gallery, you must tell the owl in the bookcase the secret password to get into the main castle. Once you walk through the bookcase door, you arrive in room with a beautiful bar and the Grand Staircase leading up to the third floor dining room and everyone inside is dressed so elegant and lovely. Beyond the bar is Invisible Irma's Music room with a piano and bird cage. You can ask her to play ANYTHING and she will. Then you must tip her (in the birdcage) and her bird churps happily. Its a little disneyland-ish, old and dusty and ornate. Especially downstairs in the Inner Circle. There are two vignettes with marionettes. Reminded me of these ones. And there is a small model of the Haunted Mansion ballroom where tiny ghosts materialize, to illustrate the Pepper's Ghost technique. We saw Rocco perform, he was fantastic, even from the front row I couldnt see how he was doing his tricks. He used alot of food items in his act and I got a little gold glitter and lime spray on my bare toes.
Churp
There are baby birds in the bell again!
Every year they come and make their nest in this bell. I get nervous for them bcuz the bell could go off at any time, ahhh. But it never does.
It only takes a few weeks from hearing the first little churps, to seeing their little heads poke out when the mama comes with food, to flying away.
Right now the parent birdies are working very hard, bringing the babies fresh, fuzzy, plump moths, which are in abundance here right now, every 10-15 minutes. Their whole life revolves around these babies right now. Im so in love with birds at the moment, probably because they are everywhere. This tree outside has so many birds of all kinds living in it, and they fly out and dart around chasing moths and bugs through the air. Its really fun to watch.
I dont think its a sparrow, not a wren, hmmm, maybe a wren but they are all brown without the white breast. I have never studied birds and their names before. These are the most common birds here becides pigeons and I should know this, I always just call them nerdbirds. Perhaps I should ask the Echo Park Ornithology Club and find out.
Every year they come and make their nest in this bell. I get nervous for them bcuz the bell could go off at any time, ahhh. But it never does.
It only takes a few weeks from hearing the first little churps, to seeing their little heads poke out when the mama comes with food, to flying away.
Right now the parent birdies are working very hard, bringing the babies fresh, fuzzy, plump moths, which are in abundance here right now, every 10-15 minutes. Their whole life revolves around these babies right now. Im so in love with birds at the moment, probably because they are everywhere. This tree outside has so many birds of all kinds living in it, and they fly out and dart around chasing moths and bugs through the air. Its really fun to watch.
I dont think its a sparrow, not a wren, hmmm, maybe a wren but they are all brown without the white breast. I have never studied birds and their names before. These are the most common birds here becides pigeons and I should know this, I always just call them nerdbirds. Perhaps I should ask the Echo Park Ornithology Club and find out.
Wizard
I went and geeked out at Wizard.
It was my first time.
The R2D2 units were awsome, they were totally interactive. They were waving "Hi" and dancing and bleeping and spraying water at us. There were lots of people dressed up too, there were alot of storm troopers, darth vader, jawa, lea, etc...I love Star Wars (like everyone else). When I was little my mom had the trilogy on tape, yes tape, and I watched them so many times that I wore out Empire Strikes Back and Return of the Jedi twice!
Legos galore!
Probably the best part...
Meeting David Reddick!
Have I mentioned that I love Garfield?
Honestly, Garfield was the ONLY comic strip I ever read. As a kid I would collect all of the books as they came out and read only the Garfield comic strip in the newspaper. I used to laugh and laugh especially when Garfield would mess with dumb ol Odie. His sarcastic humor is after my own heart.
I never read any others, AND I really hated Heathcliff, I always thought he was a cheap knock off of Garfield (i was wrong) and I didnt find him funny at all.
After learning from Jim Davis, David is now drawing and writing the Garfield comics among many others. He was saying something really great in this pic.
Now I really want to go to Comic-con!
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