Wednesday, June 05, 2013
bear in the driveway
2 minutes ago! smallish bear, probably only 150 lbs. moseying, and i do mean moseying down the driveway.
the dogs went berserk.
it's garbage day and the bears like garbage!
happy 10th birthday NACHO!
today everybody's favorite labrador with an overbite, nachodoggy turns a healthy hearty 10 anos!
he has been the sweetest, most gentle dog i've ever had.
big brother holden was a little wary of sharing his toys and food, and in fact ate much of nacho's kibbles for the first couple of months before i realized what was happening. nacho was fine with sharing!
nacho makes friends with everybody, even aaron the ups guy.
nacho is not the perfect dog. he's a major counter surfer.
nacho was on the san diego news during the vintage vantage 'voting is for old people' t-shirt controversy
nacho moved to a house with a pool and was never scared to get in. holden would not get in, nacho hopped in immediately!
nacho is endlessly patient with puppies!
nacho loves to ride in the car. he was happy to move to north carolina. he is happy to do anything.
nacho will go to the bathroom ANYWHERE. he is not ashamed. when he has to go, he goes. anywhere, anytime. getting a doggy door has been a great advance in nacho's life.
nacho LOVES puddles! he loves to wallow in puddles like a pig.
nacho is a terrible retriever. his overbite precludes him from holding a tennis ball. he doesn't care! he is happy just the way he is.
nacho makes himself comfortable, wherever he is. he finds the softest spot and settles.
nacho lies like a frog! still! always! feet splayed behind him.
nacho got his name because his ears look like tortilla chips
nacho is so gentle when he takes treats. sooo gentle! never bites.
nacho is a great hiking companion. he doesn't pull on a leash, and he doesn't run away.
nacho is very sweet to pouncey. pouncey is a punk. nacho is a fantastic mother to him.
nacho loves the water, and he loves following eli around!
nacho wins contests! here is is with some wholly guacamole that he won online! viva!
he is just so sweet i can't stand it
he's also very handsome and noble, and his fleece is white as snow.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY NACHODOGGY!
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Tuesday, June 04, 2013
"all depression has its roots in self pity..."
i just really love this quote from tom robbins' fierce invalids home from hot climates
“All depression has its roots in self-pity, and all self-pity is rooted in people taking themselves too seriously."
At the time Switters had disputed her assertion. Even at seventeen, he was aware that depression could have chemical causes.
"The key word here is roots," Maestra had countered. "The roots of depression. For most people, self-awareness and self-pity blossom simultaneously in early adolescence. It's about that time that we start viewing the world as something other than a whoop-de-doo playground, we start to experience personally how threatening it can e, how cruel and unjust. At the very moment when we become, for the first time, both introspective and socially conscientious, we receive the bad news that the world, by and large, doesn't give a rat's ass. Even an old tomato like me can recall how painful, scary, and disillusioning that realization was. So, there's a tendency, then, to slip into rage and self-pity, which if indulged, can fester into bouts of depression."
"Yeah but Maestra - "
"Don't interrupt. Now, unless someone stronger and wiser - a friend, a parent, a novelist, filmmaker, teacher, or musician - can josh us out of it, can elevate us and show us how petty and pompous and monumentally useless it is to take ourselves so seriously, then depression can become a habit, which, in tern, can produce a neurological imprint. Are you with me? Gradually, our brain chemistry becomes conditioned to react to negative stimuli in a particular, predictable way. One thing'll go wrong and it'll automatically switch on its blender and mix us that black cocktail, the ol' doomsday daiquiri, and before we know it, we're soused to the gills from the inside out. Once depression has become electrochemically integrated, it can be extremely difficult to philosophically or psychologically override it; by then it's playing by physical rules, a whole different ball game. That's why Switters my dearest, every time you've shown signs of feeling sorry for yourself, I've played my blues records really loud or read to you from The Horse's Mouth. And that's why when you've exhibited the slightest tendency toward self-importance, I've reminded you that you and me - you and I: excuse me - may be every bit as important as the President or the pope or the biggest prime-time icon in Hollywood, but none of us is much more than a pimple on the ass-end of creation, so let's not get carried away with ourselves. Preventive medicine, boy. It's preventive medicine."
"But what about self-esteem?"
"Heh! Self-esteem is for sissies. Accept that you're a pimple and try to keep a lively sense of humor about it. That way lies grace - and maybe even glory.”
― Tom Robbins, Fierce Invalids Home from Hot Climates
“All depression has its roots in self-pity, and all self-pity is rooted in people taking themselves too seriously."
At the time Switters had disputed her assertion. Even at seventeen, he was aware that depression could have chemical causes.
"The key word here is roots," Maestra had countered. "The roots of depression. For most people, self-awareness and self-pity blossom simultaneously in early adolescence. It's about that time that we start viewing the world as something other than a whoop-de-doo playground, we start to experience personally how threatening it can e, how cruel and unjust. At the very moment when we become, for the first time, both introspective and socially conscientious, we receive the bad news that the world, by and large, doesn't give a rat's ass. Even an old tomato like me can recall how painful, scary, and disillusioning that realization was. So, there's a tendency, then, to slip into rage and self-pity, which if indulged, can fester into bouts of depression."
"Yeah but Maestra - "
"Don't interrupt. Now, unless someone stronger and wiser - a friend, a parent, a novelist, filmmaker, teacher, or musician - can josh us out of it, can elevate us and show us how petty and pompous and monumentally useless it is to take ourselves so seriously, then depression can become a habit, which, in tern, can produce a neurological imprint. Are you with me? Gradually, our brain chemistry becomes conditioned to react to negative stimuli in a particular, predictable way. One thing'll go wrong and it'll automatically switch on its blender and mix us that black cocktail, the ol' doomsday daiquiri, and before we know it, we're soused to the gills from the inside out. Once depression has become electrochemically integrated, it can be extremely difficult to philosophically or psychologically override it; by then it's playing by physical rules, a whole different ball game. That's why Switters my dearest, every time you've shown signs of feeling sorry for yourself, I've played my blues records really loud or read to you from The Horse's Mouth. And that's why when you've exhibited the slightest tendency toward self-importance, I've reminded you that you and me - you and I: excuse me - may be every bit as important as the President or the pope or the biggest prime-time icon in Hollywood, but none of us is much more than a pimple on the ass-end of creation, so let's not get carried away with ourselves. Preventive medicine, boy. It's preventive medicine."
"But what about self-esteem?"
"Heh! Self-esteem is for sissies. Accept that you're a pimple and try to keep a lively sense of humor about it. That way lies grace - and maybe even glory.”
― Tom Robbins, Fierce Invalids Home from Hot Climates
music is a sound value
O.C. Smith - Love Is Forever
OC sports a fine-ass Cowichan sweater.
Years of Kmart price tags in the corner.
If I had a turntable, this might have come home with me.
Wednesday, May 29, 2013
the brad pitt of dogs
Saturday, May 25, 2013
16 seconds of sucking
here's pouncey sucking on grammie's bed:
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Friday, May 24, 2013
pink evening primrose
blooming in a pot on the deck.
Oenothera speciosa- UT austin wildflower center native plant database
Thursday, May 23, 2013
caught a big one!
Monday, May 20, 2013
happy birthday DREZZA!
i have the world's cutest grandma! today is her birthday!
she loves shopping for shoes!
her style is impeccable - everything is chic and slightly jazzy and ironed and looks great on her. and it helps that she has been the same size since World War II!
she still works! like 25 hours/week as a sales associate at the Country Curtains store. she's so cool.
her name is Emily but we've all called her Drezza since her first grandchild, my cousin Julie, tried to say "grandma" and out came "drezza."
happy birthday, Drez!
Tuesday, May 14, 2013
things i've learned about baseball
1. when people hang the "K" signs after a strike out - frontwards K's mean they went down swinging; backwards K's mean they went down looking.
2. home plate umpires put their hands on the catcher's back! so they know which way the guy is moving.
photo via umpire-empire.com |
Sunday, May 12, 2013
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