Happy 2012 one and all.

I'm not too concerned about what the Mayan calendar prediction is but seriously, couldn't the end of the world come AFTER Christmas? Granted, we could all celebrate a month early. Nothing says "surprise" like opening gifts on November 25. And we would all have time to enjoy our goodies. Then if we all wake up on December 22, 2012, imagine all the joy we will bring the retail market as we dash around getting gifts, food staples and other assorted holiday fixins, not to mention the sales that will surely be in play. Think about it...Macy's One-Day End of the World Sale!!! Best Buy's Last Best Buys Ever!!! Tiffany's Buy 3/Get 1 Half Off!!! And could the end of the world even spark Louis Vuitton to have their first ever sale. Hummm...Have I just found the up side to the end of days???

KH-G

Time flys

Today Rory & I are celebrating our second anniversary. Funny how it seems like forever...in a good way of course! He continues to be everything I've ever wanted. Love is difficult to explain but in the immortal words of Belinda Carlisle during her Go-Go's period...

"When I'm with you, I shake inside
My heart's all tangled up
My tongue is tied it's crazy.
Can't walk, can't talk, can't eat, can't sleep
Oh, I'm in love, oh I'm in deep 'cuz baby
With a kiss you can strip me defenseless
With a touch I completely lose control
'Til all that's left of my strength is a memory

I get weak when I look at you, weak when we touch
I can't speak when I look in your eyes
I get weak when you're next to me, weak from this love
I can't speak when I look in your eyes
I get weak

Convincing eyes, persuasive lips
The helpless heart just can't resist their power
You know you've got a hold over me
You know you've got me where I want to be ..."

It's been an amazing 2 years and I hope to have many, many more just like them.

Kathy

Addressing the mavens

Vending at various art shows and dog events gives one a lot of down time. When not chit-chatting with the potential buyers, I'll doddle new drawing ideas or read or simply watch the world go by. Often my inner fashionista goes postal when faced with couture red flags passing my booth.

The time has come to get a few things off my chest. Heed my warnings!!! There are people looking at you ~ and not in a good way!

* If your purse is bigger than your head, your purse is too big.

* Big sunglasses can't hide ugly.

* If people hand you change while you're sitting on a park bench, you've worn the wrong outfit.

* "Designer" does not always mean better.

* Woman wearing too low-riding jeans + too tight top = beer belly look.
It doesn't look good on your dad and it sure doesn't look good on you!

* If you can afford it, you can afford to have taste.

* No matter what Vogue tells you, wearing florals and plaids do not mix.

* You can be too thin (but never too rich!!!!).

* If you can't walk and bend your knees while wearing 4 inch spike heels, perhaps you should
reconsider your footwear.

And one last tip....

Look in the mirror one last time before you walk out of the house. You'll be happy you did. And so will I. ;)

Kathy

When faced with the road you don't want to retravel

The loss of a beloved parent is traumatic for a child no matter what their age. But when there is no love, the emotions take a different form. Waking up to find the police knocking at your door in the middle of the night to inform you of the suicide of one of your parents can force you to relive a childhood you would, for the most part, rather forget. You face a road you don't want to retravel but you have no choice and you know you have to open your eyes and face what you walked away from.

To say there are no emotions for the death of an unloved parent is incorrect. The emotions swell and crash. It feels as if they will never stop haunting you. They are undefinable aside from the rage, but that rage was always just below the surface. Yet little by little, those emotions are defined and the unanswered becomes clear. Suddenly you discover what you felt, what you thought, what you walked away from really existed. You learn one thing - you made the right choice all those years ago and because of that choice you became the person your parent would never be rather than becoming your parent.

A good friend of mine in Nevada told me to put my thoughts into words, but my words on this are still too harsh. Instead, I will use someone else's words....

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It's a pity, it's a crying shame.
He pulled you down again.
How painful it must be
To bruise so easily inside.

It's a pity, it's a downright crime.
But it happens all the time.
You wanna stay a little girl.
Wanna hide from the vicious world outside.

But don't cry.
Know the tears will do no good, so dry your eyes.

Your daddy he's the iron man.
A battleship wrecked on dry land.
Your mama she's a bitter bride.
She'll never be satisfied.
Do you know? And that's not right.

But don't cry.
Know the tears will do no good, so dry your eyes.

They told you life is hard. It's misery from the start.
It's dull, it's slow, it's painful.
I tell you life is sweet in spite of the misery.
There's so much more to be grateful for.

Well, who do you believe?
Who will you listen to?
Who will it be?
It's high time that you decide in your own mind.

I've tried to comfort you.
Tried to tell you to be patient.
They are blind.
They can't see.
Fortune gonna come some day.
All gonna fade away.

Your daddy the war machine.
And your mama the long and suffering,
Prisoner of what she cannot see.
For they told you life is hard.
It's misery from the start.
It's dull, it's slow, it's painful.
But I tell you life is sweet in spite of the misery.
There's so much more to be grateful for.

Who do you believe?
Who will you listen to? Who will it be?
Because it's high time you decide.
It's time you make up your own sweet little mind.

Oh they told you life is long. Be thankful when it's done.
Don't ask for more, you should be grateful.
But I tell you life is short, be thankful.
Because before you know it will be over.
'Cause life is sweet and life is also very short.
Your life is sweet .

"Life Is Sweet" ~ Natalie Merchant

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Oooh I believe that Fate smiled and
Destiny laughed as she came to my cradle
"Know this child will be able"
Laughed as she came to my mother
"Know this child will not suffer"
Laughed as my body she lifted,
"Know this child will be gifted,
With love, with patience, and with faith, she'll make her way, she'll make her way.

"Wonder" ~ Natalie Merchant

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Kathy

for your holiday viewing pleasure

It's a long, lovely 3 day weekend. My big plans include some gardening, BBQing and romping with the pups. I plan on getting in some drawing as well as I have been selected to participate in the juried Old Town San Diego Art Festival. I just love the area and this trip will give me the perfect excuse to bask in luxury at the Hotel del Coranado during my free time.

Following are a few of my more lighthearted offerings....

"The Cats: le Chapeau"
I seldom actually I LIKE something I do, but I will admit, this twisted version of the cat in the hat is one of my favorites. The model is one of my homeless cats, Fluffy, who likes to sit on the top of my back porch fence each morning and worship the rising sun.

"Dinner"



"Grey Luv"



"Off Kilter"
My first meeting with an ostrich was not pretty. They are the oddest looking birds and this one was none too friendly. And I'm sure Mr. Ostrich was equally unimpressed about meeting me!

Kathy

Beauty

"I have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night."

She graced our life with the brilliance of a shooting star. And has gone too soon. But oh what joy she brought in her 4 years as part of the tribe. Beauty's brilliance will now light up the heavens as she takes her place among the stars.

Beauty lost her battle with lymphoma this morning. She had done so well with the first part of her treatments but shortly after they were over she developed a slight infection. That went away quickly and things seemed OK. Early last week some of her nodes began to swell again and by Friday she was not eating nor holding down what little she did eat. Our vet did everything possible but cancer has a mind of it's own.

This morning, we knew.

She was our Beauty Girl in a beauty world. Our little old lady. The mama of us all. She was the celebrity of the family, appearing with Rory in the book "Rescued". She was prolific and spunky and sweet and just a bit of a princess. She had Rory wrapped around her tiny paw from the moment he saw her. When I joined the family, she made sure I learned how to be a member of a greyhound pack.

So together again with our Marty and all the friends she knew and meeting my lovely Winston and all the friends she will soon get to know, the little cowgirl named Buxom Beauty starts on a new adventure. She will be missed by a family who loved her dearly and who's hearts will forever be missing a piece. It's nice to know that Beauty's essence will live on in her pups, grandpups and great-grandpups. So if you see Buxom Beauty in your greyhound line, please tell them that Beauty was a wonderful girl.

The evening sky will have an added twinkle tonight.
Our eternal Beauty 1996-2008.

Kathy

In The 'Hood

In November my neighborhood is having a historic home tour. It's an early 2oth century area, with homes of several architectural styles. There's also lots of grass, trees and flowers surrounded by picket fences and the streets are lined with vintage street lights. It's truly a charming place to live. During the first home tour committee meeting, I volunteered to design the poster for the home tour which will be used in all advertising, promotions, sales, etc. I've never done anything like this before and am very pleased with the end result.

While we do have a lot of homeless cats in the area - many living under my front porch - that's not the reason for the area's name of Catlin Court! Fluffy is the lucky kitty who got to be in the ad but I don't think his new found "fame" will change his routine much.

So if you're in Glendale, Arizona in November, please be sure to take the home tour! For more info visit the Catlin Court Home tour website at http://www.catlincourthometour.com/

Kathy

Catching up

It's been a while since I've bored you all. My lack of posts have been due partly to laziness and partly to the fact that between traveling and drawing and taking care of the tribe, by the end of the day my brain is a goo-ball that can barely grasp the topic of a "South Park" episode. Overall, life has been pretty darn good. I've ventured into the world of reptiles. This is a looooooooooooon story that you'll be hearing lots more about. Last month ago we found out that Beauty has lymphoma. I'll write more on that soon, but so far things are ok and Beauty is still her sassy, spunky 12 year old self. Last week I was notified that I was accepted into the Old Town San Diego Art Festival so I'm very excited about that and have hardly put down my pencils and pens. A new generation of homeless cats have moved in under my front porch. Oh dear! The 4 kittens have been christened Sundance, Butch, The Kid and Fred (as in Right Said Fred). They are a bit too quick for photos, but I did manage to get one of the blue eyed Miss Sundance through the front window...

Not sure exactly what's going to happen but most likely we'll round them all up and take them to the local shelter to be fixed. Oh well...eventually every homeless cat in the neighborhood finds it's way to my home.

Well before my brain shuts down for the night, I thought I'd share a few of the new doodles ~

"Pink Poodle"

"Nude #1"

"Danserez-vous, Remy"



Logo for the 2008 GPA/Southern Nevada picnic....

"Puppies" (for some odd reason the flash causing a glare on the paper, so I had to tilt the drawing in order to photograph it!!)

"White Star"

More exciting (???) adventures tomorrow. Or the next day. Maybe.

Kathy

Sail Away

My friend Judy is the proprietress the Singapore Bank Bookstore in Saugatuck, Michigan. Later this month she will be participating in her 37th running of the Chicago to Mackinac Race, which is celebrating it's 100th year. Judy shared some of her Mac Memories with the Chicago Yahct Club.
http://fw.nemexinc.com/modules/video_upload/uploads/237/Judy Hallisy_MacChat.wvx

Judy's the coolest person and Singapore Bank Bookstore is a fun, funky and comfortable bookshop for people who enjoy reading. If you're ever in Saugatuck, be sure to drop in. You won't leave empty handed. And if your in Chicago and can watch the start of the Mac Race, do so!! It's an awesome sight.

Kathy

An M is just an upsidedown W

Three years ago today, my lovely Winston left my side. I still miss him. Lots. Every day. He was my first greyhound. My universe. He was perfect. He made me look like a great "mom" but that's because he was so wonderful.

Early this morning I was doing some mindless walking and shopping. Mainly to get my mind off of the day. While shopping, I came across a funky bracelet made from vintage Bakelite mahjong tiles. As I love mahjong (OK, I'm addicted) I decided to take a closer look. One of the tiles on the bracelet was the 8 bamboo...which is 8 sticks forming the letter "W" with a mirror image forming the letter "M". The cosmic side of my brain decided that this was a good omen as not only was it a "W" for Winston, but also an "M" for my dear old boy Marty who passed away in July.

I've been wearing the bracelet all day. Maybe it does have some magic powers. Perhaps it's just wishful thinking. On what started as a sad day in my world, turned warm and soft, like a greyhound's ear and my heart was comforted because I truly believe both Winston & Marty found a special way to say hello today when I most needed it. But ya know, Winston always knew how to make me smile.

"You never know when you're making a memory.
They will wish they were here together again,
Someday..."
Young Blood - Rickie Lee Jones


Kathy

Happy Birthday Remy!

You are my little one.
My BFF.
You are the one who gave me your paw and told me it was ok to love a greyhound again.
You don't like storms so I keep lots of pillows in the closet when you hide in there till the "boomers" go way.
You have a little football spot at the top of your head where all my kisses go
You like to sleep with me at night but I'm not sure why you like to sleep on my head!
You are a very good model.
You chatter quite a bit but I guess that's because you have a lot to say. Think about getting a blog of your own.
You are my Remy and today you are 8 years old.
It's great to be 8!!!
I love you my silly girl. Have a very happy birthday.


Kathy

Happy Thanksgiving

Well, my company has skidaddled, the pup are all snoozing (and for some reason Remy has holed up in the closet) and the homeless kittys are enjoying a bit of turkey on the back porch. This year's turkey was 20 lbs. juicy goodness, my stuffing was yummy and for the second year in a row my gravy was perfect. Homemade gravy and I have never had a good relationship but lately it's a snap. All in all it was a ideal day. Tomorrow is the start of Glendale Glitters, our annual holiday festival and the zillions of lights throughtout the park and streets. It's really something to see and makes our evening stroll more enjoyable. I didn't think holidays without snow and 20 degree temps would feel right but as long as you are with those you love and you like where you are, you learn that the weather does not make the season.

Kathy

It was a dark and stormy night....

I attended the Arizona Adopt-A-Greyhound picnic on Saturday and as usual, it was a great day. I've met oodles of greyhound adopters since I've been out here but every now and then I get a knot in my stomach as none of these people will ever know the face that inspired every one of my t-shirt designs. True, I mention that the beautiful brindle on the pebble colour shirt is my first greyhound but it's not quite the same as when year after year friends would drop by my booth just to heap lots of love on my boy. His name was immediately recognized. He had an extended family who loved him as much as I did.


So as I vended at the AGGI picnic, you can imagine my shock when a voice called from the booth next to mine...

"I'd know that greyhound t-shirt anywhere. IT'S WINSTON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"


And there stood my old friends Pam and Chuck from Illinois. I'd met them at one of my first shows when their group, Greyhound Angels in Disguise (aka Greyhound A.I.D.) allowed me to share booth space with them at a pet fair. Back then everything I sold came in beige and my entire "empire" fit in a 14"x14" box. I'd last seen them in 2004 and knew they were moving but had no idea they'd ended up in Arizona. It was hugs and happy tears and we caught up on what was we'd found life to be like in Arizona and told each other about the new greyhounds in our lives.


I suppose that it was a most perfect pre-reminder of the fact that today, is the 11th anniversary of the dark and stormy night that my lovely Winston arrived on my doorstep. He was just a young, shy brindle pup in a yellow collar who didn't quite know what to make of this strange blond who was grinning from ear to ear. And you know, he always kept me smiling.


And tonight, as I always do, I will say a silent goodnight to Winston and tap the tags on his collar that is above my bed before I go to sleep. I will remember all the wonderful adventures we had. And I will be forever thankful to him for the joy he gave me and for being the most perfect greyhound. And I know tomorrow when I have my morning romp around the yard with Scotty, Dee, Remy, Harley, Nutmeg, Beauty, Blueberry, Bobo and Huey, that Winston, and Marty too, will be watching from a place just beyond the fig tree.



Kathy

Got My New Shoes On

"Hey, I put some new shoes on,
And suddenly everything is right,
I said, hey, I put some new shoes on
And everybody's smiling."

Yes, I know.

I don't write for almost 2 months and now that I've returned I'm writing about shoes???!!??
In case you, yon devoted reader, have not yet realized, the reason I blog is to show that your life is way more exciting than mine. Which could then spark the question - why the heck are you reading my blog???
And I know you're out there reading 'cause I can hear your eyes moving.

However..."I'm wearing my brand new shoes."

I have never been able to jump on the Crocs bandwagon. I find them waaaaaaaaaaaay too ugly and frankly, I think they make everyone's feet look weird. Sorta like plastic Earth Shoes. Or jellies injected with Botox. The fact that they seemed very functional for gardening and came in yellow did spark my interest. Yet I'm far too self conscience about myself to go out in public wearing something to make me look goofier than I already do.

A few months back I was leafing thru the Soft Surroundings catalogue (one of the over 82 catalogues I receive on a regular tree killing basis) and saw a sassy pair of Sketchers mary janes with tiny red flowers embroidered on them. So I skedaddle down to my local Sketchers store to pick up a pair, plus 2 other styles (oh my are they comfy!!!!) when I spot...

THE CALI

It's Sketchers version of the Croc but with a dash more flair and not as bulky plus a pretty ribbon strap. And they came in bright, Crayola crayon yellow. They looked like such a happy little pair of shoes that I couldn't say no. And I'm very glad I said yes! The pups and I ran around the yard this evening and I had very happy feet. My Calis are adorable!!!!!! Heck I may even make a fool of myself and wear them out in public.

So be on the look out for me 'cause I'll be very easy to spot...

Have a sunny, happy weekend,

Imelda...er...I mean...Kathy

No wonder I'm HOT-HOT-HOT

Phoenix recently broke a weather record - the most days in a row over 100 degrees is now 32. And many of those record breaking days were 110 and over. CRIPE!!!!!!!!! Gotta tell ya - once you exceed 100 degrees, a few extra degrees does not make much of a difference. Hot is hot. Thankfully the humidity is back down to almost zip and I can have good hair days again. Cause when you're hot, you need to look your best.

STOP ROLLING YOUR EYES PEOPLE!!!!! I CAN SEE YOU!!!!!!!!

;)

Kathy

Just a quick note

Oh boy! Two blogs in one day. Lucky readers?


As I've been doing a lot of drawing, the TV is sometimes on when I'm too lazy to get up and switch out Cd's. And the music behind the new Saturn VUE commercials has really got my attention. Frankly I think I would be willing to purchase whatever that tune is selling. Not since Martin Barre's driving solo in "Aqualung" have I pumped up the volume so high. My sources tell me the tune, "Higher" will be out soon. Till then I'll just keep looping it on my laptop.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nO9e2sLuZ7M

Good thing this tune came along as I needed something to push Emmy nominated "**** In A Box" from the Saturday Night Live skit out of my brain. Emmy nominated??? Oh my! ;)

Kathy

Come on, get happy

I enjoy good news. It starts the day on a positive note. And it's always welcome. Blah, blah, blah.

A week ago I received a notice that I was accepted into my 1st juried art show. Cool. Way cool. Happy dance way cool. I vaguely recall bouncing up and down in my dining room for 15 minutes. So OK...I like good news. I've been working like crazy creating new pieces for this show (and a large greyhound event I'll be attending in October). The extra good news is that the show is in the Las Vegas area, which means that I can not only drop into The Capital Grille for dinner one night but also get out to Lawry's. (ooooh!!! I can just feel my arteries clogging as I type.) The Lawry's in Chicago, along with Bistro 110 (don't miss their monkfish and be sure to get a table in the back as a window seat there screams "I'm a tourist") have long been my favorites. Oh that reminds me. I need to book my November trip to Chicago. Be right back.....



(38 minutes later)


Phew! All set. Now where was I? Oh yes, Las Vegas art event. My greyhound nephew Nate's mom aka Shel will be there too with her paper art. I love what she does and as I have no clue how she does it, I'm a devoted shopper. I believe I also heard something about a wine walk on Saturday nite. Hopefully it will be a good weekend sales & weather wise or it just may turn into a whine walk.


Good news or not, being an avowed pessimist ensures I'm never disappointed! Now here's a few offerings I hope you won't find disappointing....



"And I Didn't Say"





"Elenora"




"#4"

I recently took photos of the adoptables at the Tucson Greyhound Park kennels and this strappin' boy was the fourth greyhound I met that day.




"Red Deco"





"mon petit Bobo"

Yes, that is my very flexible Bobo who prefers playing with a box of Kleenex over a stuffy any day.

Well, braketime is over. It's back to the drawing board for me.


Kathy

Quantity not quality

I’ve got so many bits of blogs rolling around in my head that I figured I’d toss them all together and see what happens. (I also do this when I open the fridge during a “Martha Moment” and feel the need to create a culinary masterpiece.) Nothing is involved enough to warrant an entire blog. Think of this as a test run for my one woman way off Broadway play. Now remember…my blog is my kingdom and I have the right of way. The rest of you guys are here because you’re bored or just nosey.

Hugh Grant:
I have seen EVERY film Hugh Grant has ever made. This includes the unintentionally funny “Lair of The White Worm” and the pretty but occasionally uncomfortable “Maurice” as well as the totally perfect “Love Actually”. Funny thing is, while I enjoy his acting, I don’t find him all that cute.


Burger Nation:
There are oodles of burger places. Fast, slow in-between. I sorely miss The Patio, a local chain where I used to live and Wonderburger, a fun and funky 50 year old + eatery in the neighborhood I grew up in. Their curly fries are as legendary as the mouthwatering taste of a “wonderburger”. Since moving to Arizona and jaunting with regularity to California & Nevada, I have discovered perhaps the ultimate in hamburger heaven – In ‘N Out Burger. The first time I ever heard of In ‘N Out was on an episode of “The Osborne’s” when Ozzy & Kelly get lunch to go at the drive-up. The open box rather than a bag totally freaked me out. Well, it’s less scary in person. And all they have are burgers – no chicken, no breakfast, no salads. AMEN!!!! But In ‘N Out offers all their burgers protein style, wrapped in lettuce rather than a bun. Now that is total heaven. Oh sacred In ‘N Out Burger, where have you been my whole life???


My Fairly Odd Parents:
If written as a book, the trials and tribulations of my dysfunctional family would be longer than “War & Peace”. (However, I found “Black Lamb and Grey Falcon” by Rebecca West waaaaaaaay longer!!!) So it should have come as no surprise to me when, prompted by the news of my separation (and subsequent divorce) my parents began speaking to each other after 23 years. Well heck, I hadn’t spoken to my father for give or take 22 years. Kodak family moments were rare for me growing up so it was with dumbfounded amazement that I experienced the 3 of us in the same room actually talking to each other. I guess when push came to shove, they were able to put aside their issues and be there to help me. Oh and those pink thingies you’ve seen flying around? Don’t worry…they’re just pigs.


My Sex And The City moment:
I had my hair guy for almost 20 years. Unfortunately, the ex had my hair guy for about 25 years. In the event of le divorce, make sure you do not have the same stylist as it seem possession of the hair guy goes to whoever’s been going to him longer. While pledging not to take sides, my hair guy called me 10 minutes before my (unknowingly last) scheduled appointment to tell me it would no longer be possible for him to do my hair.
MY HAIR GUY DUMPED ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Luckily I asked him for the #’s and formulas of my hair color. (Oh grow up! Did you actually think my hair was naturally these colors????!!!???) Happily (or so I thought) he complied. A few weeks later I found a new hair babe who did everything she could to talk me out of the color #’s and formulas I had given her saying they did not match what was on my head. Pishaw! Color away, new hair babe, it will be fine. And it was…providing I actually wanted the Elvira, Mistress of the Dark look.
MY EX-HAIR GUY GAVE ME THE WRONG COLOURS!!!!!!!!!
After the initial shock wore off, I got used to my rust, mahogany and dark brown hair. Actually it didn’t look that bad. And looking good is always the best revenge.


Giada de Laurentiis:
Holy Cow! Where have you been my whole life??? Yes, I am a little tardy jumping on the Giada bandwagon. I want to look like her. I want to talk like her. I want to cook like her. I want to have her pipeline to all the best chocolate indulgences. Cripe I’ve turned into a Giadabe!!!!


She's Got Legs:
My legs are my worst feature. One leg is a half inch shorter than the other, giving some wags proof that I really am off balance. An operation when I was young did reduce the difference in length (it had been 1.5 inches) and got me out of orthopedic shoes and lifts after 11 years but it left me with 8 inch scars on each side of my knee and left said knee looking not unlike an overripe grapefruit. Naturally I wear pants as much as possible and my skirts or dresses fall almost to my ankles with boots or dark hose providing total coverage. So with this delightful quirk, you can imagine my joy at living in Arizona, the land of shorts and flip-flops. Flip-flops yes, shorts in public – NEVER!!!


So You Wanna Be A Rock & Roll Star:
Well actually, yes I do. And with my musical ability, I could win “American Idol” hands down. In the “Worst Singer on the Planet” category. I’m so off key I can’t even open the door. I will sing along at the top of my lungs to whatever is playing. So if your ears suddenly start bleeding, look around ‘cause I might be close by.


I hope you’ve enjoyed this little peeky-boo into the nether regions of my mind…or lack of one!

Kathy

The soundtrack of life

There are times when the lyrics of a song completely tell about a moment in life far better than a blog entry ever could. Case in point....Sting's "When We Dance". During an extremely difficult time, I knew things would be better.


If he loved you
Like I love you
I would walk away in shame
I'd move town, I'd change my name
When he watches you
When he counts to buy your soul
On your hand his golden rings
Like he owns a bird that sings

When we dance
Angels will run and hide their wings

And the priest has said my soul's salvation
Is in the balance of the angels
And underneath the wheels of passion
I keep the faith in my fashion

I'm gonna find a place to live
Give you all I've got to give
I'm gonna love you more than life
If you'll only be my wife
I'm gonna love you night and day
I'm gonna try in every way

If I could break down these walls
And shout my name at heaven's gate
I'd take these hands
And I'd destroy the dark machineries of fate,
Cathedrals are broken
And heaven's no longer above
Hellfire's a promise away

I'd still be saying
I'm still in love... still in love
with you

He won't love you
Like I love you
He won't care for you this way
He'll mistreat you if you stay
Come and live with me
We'll have children of our own
I would love you more than life
If you'll come and be my wife

I had a dream last night
I dreamt you were by my side
Walking with me, baby
My heart was filled with pride

Trickle, trickle,spalsh, splash...

...tell me how long will this rain last?

It's monsoon season time in the Valley of the Sun - and it's NOT a dry heat by any stretch of the imagination. But I think this offering from Remy's diary will enlighten all of you, in a roundabout way, as to what happens at my house during the rainy season.

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2 August, 2007

Dear Diary ~

Well Blondie...who is no longer blond by the way. For some reason she decided to be one of the brindle boys (Dee, Bobo & Huey) and now has blondie, copper, chestnut and brown hair. She's very stripey. It's a good thing I take a peek in her paint box to learn about such things or else I'd never know what Blondie is talking about half the time. To tell you a secret, I don't know what she's talking about half the time but she's very nice to me and rubs my tummy and snuggles with me at night and calls me her "BFF" and I love her very much. But I digress....anyway, however....Blondie and I had a long discussion about this rain-storm-thunder-lightning thing that's been going on here. And to be frank, well actually, to be Remy, I'm not a happy camper. (to digress once again - I don't like camping. I've never been camping but I know I don't like it!) I mean the wind blows and makes lots of racket and sometimes the branches from the trees fall down. The lightning makes the rooms all bright and I just cannot get a bit of sleep when the lights are on. Then there is the thunder. What's that all about??!!?!?!?!!??? Angels bowling, my eye! I just told Blondie that she's better do something to ease my stress during these storms or I was packing my knapsack and checking into the Hotel del Coranado for a month!! And guess what??? Blondie did some redecorating for me. First she rearranged her closet (read: she put away all her shoes) and layed down 2 very comfy pillows. It's a really big closet and I find it a nice place to hang out during a storm because there are no windows and the storm can't see me. Wonder if Blondie could put a water dish and a treat cart in the closet, too? Then she put up new curtains in my room...well, my room is not actually "my" room as I have to share it with rest of those mopes so I guess it's my dorm room. Theses drapes have special powers 'cause they make the room really dark and the storms sound more quieter. And they are very pretty with roses on them. I like flowers. Lots of people don't know that even tho I look and pee like a boy, I am very feminine and I really like flowers. In my 1st home I would go in the garden and pick all the pretty flowers but that didn't go over very well. I don't do that here but Blondie has planted some very nice flowers that I think would look swell in my dorm. And a lot nicer than the baby birds that Harley brings in. Oh drat...I digressed again....Now I'm not too stressed when the noisy storms come. If it get too loud in the dorm room, I just go into the closet and wait. Sometimes I fall asleep in the closet and Blondie forgets I'm in there and starts running around calling for me. Well DUHHHHHHH!!!! Like I'm going to go outside in a storm? HELLO!!Hummm...clock radio...maybe that's what I need in there...I'll talk to Blondie about putting one of those in too. Ya know...if she'd move all her clothes and shoes out of there, I'd have a nice little apartment for myself...