"..and so it goes for much of the pain in your life. Often you need to evolve a bit more
before you can understand a bit more."
_ Karen Salmansohn
Truth Karen, truth.
Tuesday, June 28, 2011
Monday, June 6, 2011
And so, we call a truce
I gingerly stepped out of Amanda's room this morning.
In the weeks prior, little Babooshka (as I like to call her) would greet me in the morning purring at my feet. "Cute, what a good kitty." you smile to yourself. Think again.
What would happen shortly afterwards was her attempt to have my toes for her morning snack. Or jump as high as she could to latch onto my leg, digging her claws into my skin. Or better yet, sneak up on me in the kitchen tangling herself around my legs.
"All she needs is a little love!" Nick explained with a hint of annoyance.
"You know you're bigger than her right?" Thanks Ben. I hadn't the slightest idea. -_-
And so, I loved her. Tried anyway. When she would grab at my pinky toe, I would reach down whispering softly and stroked her matted gray fur. She swatted. I put her outside.
And so two or so weeks of this pattern went on. I knew that every morning when I stepped out of Amanda's room there she would be. Waiting.
Until today. Little Babooshka was indeed in front of the door but she was lying down near her litter box. She paid no attention to me as I hastily made my way to work.
Lunch came around and I came home to prepare myself a meal. I went upstairs, waiting for her to jump on my head...nothing.
Back to work.
Work day over and I am now back home and Babooshka is right where I left her this morning. The only evidence of her movement is a puddle of something brown (perhaps the case of an upset stomach???) on the plastic mat near her loo.
Poor Babooshka, feel better soon.
Let's call a truce.
In the weeks prior, little Babooshka (as I like to call her) would greet me in the morning purring at my feet. "Cute, what a good kitty." you smile to yourself. Think again.
What would happen shortly afterwards was her attempt to have my toes for her morning snack. Or jump as high as she could to latch onto my leg, digging her claws into my skin. Or better yet, sneak up on me in the kitchen tangling herself around my legs.
"All she needs is a little love!" Nick explained with a hint of annoyance.
"You know you're bigger than her right?" Thanks Ben. I hadn't the slightest idea. -_-
And so, I loved her. Tried anyway. When she would grab at my pinky toe, I would reach down whispering softly and stroked her matted gray fur. She swatted. I put her outside.
And so two or so weeks of this pattern went on. I knew that every morning when I stepped out of Amanda's room there she would be. Waiting.
Until today. Little Babooshka was indeed in front of the door but she was lying down near her litter box. She paid no attention to me as I hastily made my way to work.
Lunch came around and I came home to prepare myself a meal. I went upstairs, waiting for her to jump on my head...nothing.
Back to work.
Work day over and I am now back home and Babooshka is right where I left her this morning. The only evidence of her movement is a puddle of something brown (perhaps the case of an upset stomach???) on the plastic mat near her loo.
Poor Babooshka, feel better soon.
Let's call a truce.
Wednesday, May 18, 2011
a good year.
friend
noun
1 a close friend: companion, soul mate, intimate, confidante, confidant, familiar, alter ego, second self, playmate, playfellow, classmate, schoolmate, workmate; ally, associate; sister, brother; best friend, kindred spirit, bosom buddy, bosom friend; informal pal, chum, sidekick, crony, main man, mate, buddy, bud, amigo, compadre, homeboy, homegirl, homie; archaic compeer.
There are quite a few words that describe being a friend. I have a few favorites: second self is one. A friend that is almost like an extension of yourself almost. You're alike in many ways and yet very different in others. Informal pal is another. I like that because in my true friendships there are no formalities. We are who we are, flaws and all. That can be scary at times. No one likes the possibility of being rejected. Yet, here we are. All of us. After everything, we're still here.
This year I laughed and cried, got into mischief, let down my hair, strayed and came back as I grew with people I never thought I'd be this close to. And, I was real. I was me. They're still here. I'm still here. It worked out quite nicely. No one's perfect, I've learned that. It all comes down to choosing who to love. I've chosen.



Photos by Ricky Oliveras
"Each friend represents a world in us, a world possibly not born until they arrive, and it is only by this meeting that a new world is born."
- Anais Nin
noun
1 a close friend: companion, soul mate, intimate, confidante, confidant, familiar, alter ego, second self, playmate, playfellow, classmate, schoolmate, workmate; ally, associate; sister, brother; best friend, kindred spirit, bosom buddy, bosom friend; informal pal, chum, sidekick, crony, main man, mate, buddy, bud, amigo, compadre, homeboy, homegirl, homie; archaic compeer.
There are quite a few words that describe being a friend. I have a few favorites: second self is one. A friend that is almost like an extension of yourself almost. You're alike in many ways and yet very different in others. Informal pal is another. I like that because in my true friendships there are no formalities. We are who we are, flaws and all. That can be scary at times. No one likes the possibility of being rejected. Yet, here we are. All of us. After everything, we're still here.
This year I laughed and cried, got into mischief, let down my hair, strayed and came back as I grew with people I never thought I'd be this close to. And, I was real. I was me. They're still here. I'm still here. It worked out quite nicely. No one's perfect, I've learned that. It all comes down to choosing who to love. I've chosen.



Photos by Ricky Oliveras
"Each friend represents a world in us, a world possibly not born until they arrive, and it is only by this meeting that a new world is born."
- Anais Nin
Wednesday, April 20, 2011
Your heart soars.
You're passionate.
You want to help.
You want to be in the forefront. You don't mind missing out on the white picket fence and the SUV.
People are dying.
You have the means.
People are hurting.
Love them then.
The U.S.
Overseas.
Your backyard.
The kid in the next neighborhood.
Open up your mind.
Love, love, love with everything.
Think. Ponder. Ask.
Keep fighting.
"We are what we repeatedly do. Excellence then, is not an act, but a habit" - Aristotle
You're passionate.
You want to help.
You want to be in the forefront. You don't mind missing out on the white picket fence and the SUV.
People are dying.
You have the means.
People are hurting.
Love them then.
The U.S.
Overseas.
Your backyard.
The kid in the next neighborhood.
Open up your mind.
Love, love, love with everything.
Think. Ponder. Ask.
Keep fighting.
"We are what we repeatedly do. Excellence then, is not an act, but a habit" - Aristotle
Monday, April 11, 2011
I want this
“a Bible that’s falling apart usually belongs to someone who isn’t”
-Charles Spurgeon
I found this quote on friends tumblr and wanted to repost this. Is this really true?
Somehow, I'd like to think that it is. Guess I better get to work.
-Charles Spurgeon
I found this quote on friends tumblr and wanted to repost this. Is this really true?
Somehow, I'd like to think that it is. Guess I better get to work.
Tuesday, March 15, 2011
up and at 'em!
Something has re-awakened itself within me. Giddy feeling? maybe. Sheer joy to be honest. I have done my very best to run from certain things in my life. Positions, and various opportunities. No more running. I let Him catch me. I'm ready to move forward, He's been preparing me. I am fully aware that I am not perfect and that I'll make mistakes. I'm also fully aware that it won't be as easy as pie (never understood that saying, how is pie easy?!) and that sometimes I'll want to throw in the towel, doubt myself and doubt why He's chosen me.
Life can be so difficult sometimes. Authenticity can be so hard to find in others, especially in myself. But, He's willing! Praise God! He is willing to wait for me to figure it out and when I don't he gives me a little nudge (a big one usually...often.).
Praise God! Praise God! PRAISE GOD!
Alright, so I'm a little excited. Okay, Okay I'm ALOT excited because God is SO good and I'd forgotten for awhile but finally remembered.
Thank goodness for remembering.
Life can be so difficult sometimes. Authenticity can be so hard to find in others, especially in myself. But, He's willing! Praise God! He is willing to wait for me to figure it out and when I don't he gives me a little nudge (a big one usually...often.).
Praise God! Praise God! PRAISE GOD!
Alright, so I'm a little excited. Okay, Okay I'm ALOT excited because God is SO good and I'd forgotten for awhile but finally remembered.
Thank goodness for remembering.
Friday, March 11, 2011
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