That Fucking Sucks

This has been one of those weeks that just keeps on giving and seems quite intent on lasting well into next weekend.

There's a big tournament tomorrow, and we have to leave at 4:30 A.M

I saw the chiropractor yesterday, which was awesome, but my head hurts worse than it has in a very long time....They have been reoccurring for so long, when they're this bad, I always have that (I hope) irrational fear that this is going to be the time when the pain never stops.

Really though...The dog didn't make it. 
I've never worked on an injured animal to the extent that I did her, and I've never lost one like that either. Until her.
And you know what? That really, really just fucking sucks.
She was a ten year old stubborn, stubborn, fat pit bull that loved all people to an almost disgusting extent.
She was a good girl, and she's gone.
Did I mention that really really sucks?

I have to get up in a few hours, so I should probably forgo further whining for the comforts of sleep.

In retrospect, I can probably put a humorous spin on tomorrow, and possibly even the pain in my skull, provided it stops. But I think I need a day or two to work up to it.

Their Words Remain

Sometimes people disappear from Blogland and we never know why or where they went. Sometimes we find blogs that have been abandoned mid-sentence, and we wonder what happened to the Blogger.

Then there are those blogs, the ones that make you cry, even when you find them after the fact--the blogs whose owners have passed away.
Those are the blogs where a loved one has posted a final farewell. And so we wander through, sometimes strangers, sometimes fortunate to have interacted with the blogger before their passing.

It is kind of a beautiful thing though, how these words remain, like a gift to the world, a present to the curious and lost who come after, searching for their own way. A jewel in this vast ocean of ideas.

And so we are grateful to those who have passed away, for their kindness in leaving something of themselves behind. And we do not forget those who remain--the ones they loved.

This year has taken some lovely people from Blogland.

In grateful memory of
Bas of New Life in DD. In his time here, he made me laugh and cry.
Cat of Be pleasing, always. I never interacted with her, yet I cried after I discovered her, mere days after her passing.

Memories in A World Divided

There are topics that I generally avoid on my blog because my views can be somewhat controversial, and I do not wish to see my little corner turned into a debate ground.
Upon occasion however, I do feel the need to dip my toes into something a little bit different.

Our memories are what make us stronger and (hopefully) prevent us from repeating past mistakes. We keep them with us, and eventually they become part of who we are.

The question is, do we remember truth, or do we remember that which we have been told to believe?

I think that very much depends on what part of this earth we inhabit.

Often, it is those closest to home whom we mourn.

But it is important to remember that we are all part of a bigger world.

And global actions come with consequences of global proportions.

 

We find destruction most painful when it occurs close to home.

But it is important to remember, that even though we live in a world divided

My children have not lived a day of their lives when their country was not at war

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We all share one earth.

When we hold to the belief that all life is important, one world is enough.

And even though we each most mourn our own

When they come home.

We are all very much the same despite our differences.

 

Every mother shares the same pain.

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Just Freakin Peachy

All the interesting reads can be found over on the right lol. I have no one else to whine to, so my blog will do nicely.
My inner smart ass seems to have died.

I wish that sometimes, just sometimes, only one thing would happen at once. My kid's been...Well, let's just say that I don't think I could pay someone to take him lol.

My mom's dog died. Well, she used to be my dog, then she was my dad's dog. And that just kind of sucks. Besides that losing an animal is painful, it served as an intense reminder that my dad is gone.
Though I'm hoping it has a positive affect on the boy's attitude. Nothing like trauma to remind one what's important in life.

Thing1 has agreed to go to rehab. So the perfect amount of money we have to get through the week will be spent on that. Along with a few days in the car. Oh yea, and while she doesn't want to see us, this is the only place she has to detox. And we are the only people who will take her where she needs to be.
My version of "done with you" is totally wrong isn't it.

And did I mention our crazy neighbor is back and I had insane dreams last night? Ooh, I almost forgot the best one (haha). My back's gone out. Alpha called me decrepit! So rude. I prefer to think of it as "temporarily out of service."

I wants to take my pack of issues and crawl back under that rock Jz stole.

Besides all that? Everything's peachy.

Hmmm, I think I feel better now.

Say It While You Can

One of the things that struck me most when my father passed away, was the finiteness of life and all the opportunities we miss when we refuse to acknowledge it--mainly how we don't say today what we think we can tell someone tomorrow, and the things we don't do with people because we take for granted that we will always have one more chance.

I was reminded of this by a post over at Husbandly Touch. And it made me think...Of how often we miss the opportunities we are given. Simply because it can be so hard to express or people already know how we feel so we think there is no need to tell them again.

About a year before my dad died, he was going to take me out to dinner for my birthday. It turned out that he was to ill to go. We tried to reschedule a couple of times and I got a bit hurt and decided that he just didn't want to so I quit trying. Alpha pointed out that I should take the opportunity and make it happen while I could.

I never did. And the funny thing is? Now there's not a whole lot I wouldn't give to have a chance to do things differently.

It's so damn easy to get caught up in the drama and struggles of daily existence. And we forget that this life we have been given is not infinite, we forget that perhaps we cannot say tomorrow what we should say today, we forget that, for the similarity of our daily experiences, no one day will ever be exactly as the last, that opportunity is not endless. And we take for granted that the time we have been given will always be long enough to make up for the things we do not do or say.

Life is finite. So say it while you can, love while you have it, and live what you love.

Because nothing lasts forever.