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houses

2007-03-17T20:23:00.000-07:00

I got to reading old blogs tonight and decided it's high time I start writing mine again. I am re-arranging my furniture tonight and it feels good for some reason. I think we all need to re-arrange every once in awhile. It really changes my attitude for some reason. I feel...fresher. I hung a mirror up (and I am by no means a mirror-hanger by trade.) My eyes keep drifting leftward waiting for it to crash into a million pieces on the floor.

Tenelle left for London today. It is quiet in the house and I miss her. We had this writer's week at hallmark, and they brought in guest writers and all the people who write the cards shared some of their personal work. I loved every minute of it. I love hearing what people write when they can write about anything.

One group of ladies kind of had a little group and they gave each other themes and they would all write pieces on the same topic over a period of time. They shared pieces from their theme of "houses." All the women wrote about the life of their houses. How they have weird sounds and moods. One woman wrote about the house waking up at night and kind of cradling her. I don't know. It was pretty.

I love my house. I love being in it, and making changes to it. I love thinking about having a family in this house. I want to take care of it as it cradles me.

here I am

2006-06-07T19:31:00.000-07:00

what could be more appropriate to welcome me back from my blogging hiatus than this charming coozy (cuzy) (coozee) captured photographically on my latest journey to florida?

we all got a laugh out of this coozy. side note: i don't think i have ever been called upon to give a spelling for "coozy." until this moment, that is. dictionary.com isn't helping me out either. in case you haven't noticed, i have tried to maintain a certain standard of spelling ever since i wrote that blog about "definitely" and other misspelled words. (for instance, I just had to look up "misspelled"). see why having a blog is so much work?

ok i'm being nerdy.

onto something else.

i really love the movie shopgirl. i just rented it from netflix for my 2nd viewing and tears have flown. it is really quite wonderful.

what is not quite wonderful is that i have an ear infection. or swimmer's ear or whatever you call it. it kills.

do yoursALF a favor and make a friend

2006-04-22T12:26:00.000-07:00

just got the season one alf disc from netflix. i don't know how many of you out there are ALF-lovers, (bethany), but if you don't love ALF (jason), i'd like it if you started today.

maybe you're asking yourself, why ALF? why this late in life? isn't it too late for me to begin a personal relationship with ALF? well if you are asking that, the answer is NO.

(to the last question. the answers to the first two are "awesome" and "if not now then when.")

in case you are still questioning, i have taken the liberty of including a shot of someone dearly loved by all of you demonstrating his affections for alf.

i would also like to include some quotes that might give you some insights into the abysmal depths of ALF's character.
here they are now:

ALF: Back home on Melmac, I had a cousin, Pretty Boy Shumway. He was so mean, if he didn’t like your looks, (points at Willy, imitating machine gun sound) ak-ak-ak-ak-ak!
Willy: You mean he’d shoot you if he didn’t like how you looked?!
ALF: No! He’d just point at you and go, "Ak-ak-ak-ak-ak!"

* * *
(Kate refuses ALF, to babysitt Eric.)
ALF: But why, why?!!
Kate: Why? Cause youre irresponsible. You trash the livingroom, blow up the kitchen, wallpapered the shower-
ALF: It was a retonical question!

* * *
ALF: I'm on a new diet. I can eat as much of whatever I want.
Lynn: And you lose weight that way?
ALF: You do?

* * *
(ALF is trying to hypnotize Lucky.)
ALF: You are getting sleepy. You...are no longer a cat. You are a bagel!

it's a war on war

2006-03-20T19:11:00.000-08:00

this was my "a word a day" mailing today:

"One more such victory and we are lost," exclaimed Pyrrhus, king of Epirus, as he described his costly success in the battle of Asculum in Apulia. With those words he gave us a metaphor to refer to a victory so costly that it's barely better than defeat.

If we talk to those who lost their sons, daughters, mothers, fathers,
husbands, wives and other loved ones in war, every victory is a Pyrrhic
victory...

Pyrrhic victory (PIR-ik VIK-tuh-ree) noun

A victory won at too great a cost.

* * * * * * * * *
This word especially struck a chord with me because this weekend, ryan, tenelle, and I went to see a movie called "Why We Fight," a documentary on America and all the complex systems at work behind our decisions to go to war or not go. The movie is framed around this ominous speech that Eisenhower gave when he left the presidency, warning America about the "military industrial complex"...in other words...warning them about making war a business.

throughout the movie, they go around asking people off the street why we are at war. everyone kind of has a different answer, a lot of people and some of the children they ask say "freedom." all vague answers though. the most compelling story is of a former police chief whose son was killed in 9/11. he gets so angry that he emails the military and asks that his son's name be painted on a bomb that will, in his mind, strike vengeance on the enemies that caused his son's death. the bomb drops in baghdad...then some time later he hears bush say in an answer to the press that the issues with saddam have nothing to do with 9/11. so the cop is now even angrier. he talks about feeling like the government exploited his feelings of patriotism and revenge to back their own agenda...which had nothing to do with him.

i am not very political, but i thought this movie was very intriguing...(though very ominous).
it was certainly making it's point in a more tasteful and less manipulative fashion than someone like michael moore with farenheit 911.

check out the trailer:
www.apple.com/trailers/sony/whywefight/trailer/

wow

2006-03-10T15:07:00.000-08:00

i stumbled upon this. he is a musician who i love, and this is his blog:

seemed to speak right into my heart about my dissatisfaction with my career and how i think things SHOULD be going.

wow. it was so good.

check it out:
http://www.andrew-peterson.com/journals.php

guess who's 1?

2006-03-09T16:21:00.000-08:00

mr. wilbur has been alive 367 days! (his bday was tuesday)

let's all give out a simultaneous single clap for wilbur!

blogger's block

2006-02-27T18:17:00.000-08:00

hi. lately ive had a case of the blogger's block.

i am tossing around a toy for wilbur that looks like a furry green corn husk with arms and a face.

i am going to think of things i am grateful for. i know i have already devoted past blogs to this activity, but tim keel said once that God's will for our lives can be summed up in one word: gratitude. it's not such a mystery when you think about it like that.

so i am thankful for:
how beautiful it was today. it felt like summer.i love that first taste of warm weather. i had my windows down and music so loud even though i didn't like the song. i am thankful for wilbur and how he has too much skin to fit his body right so he is just a big ball of fur and fat. so cuddly. so flopsy. i am thankful that my mom is coming tomorrow to stay with me. and that my friend keri is in town who i haven't seen in 4 years since we were 3 months into the hardest summer of our lives with misquito bites everywhere and running on 4 hours sleep. when we finally got off work from the camp, we bought flip flops from walmart (boo) that lit up when you stepped and we made up a night dance. she is amazing. she is so fun. so full of God.

i love god. i love that he is so big. and i am thankful that he is always new to me. yet neverchanging. i am thankful for how he shows me himself in other people. and in books. and in silence.

i read all these articles on the quarterlife crisis in my cubicle today because i really wonder sometimes if i am the only one that can be feeling this way. i know i am not. it was good to hear that this is an actual syndrome that has earned enough popularity to actually be named. i know everyone is lost and looking. trying to figure out what the adult version of themselves looks like. it is comforting to know everyone faces this. but it is hard. too hard, almost.

some days i just want to quit straining and say this is it. this is going to be me. no more development. no more goals. and i will sit home watching full house reruns and dallas and making waffles and taking my dog for long walks. and i'll paint and draw and make up stories all day. and hang out with god and with my friends. and that's it. wilbur and the corn husk just gave the nod to this plan.

so it's official.

at least til 830 tomorrow am.

ps. this lovely lady pictured above is done by the late and great margaret kilgallen.

Elizabeth "Grandma" Layton

2006-02-12T20:38:00.000-08:00

This lady is real cool.
I've been wanting to write about her on my blog.

I saw a drawing that she did for my friend Rick at work, who helped design her book. The drawing, which looked a lot like the one pictured here (I guess she did a lot of self portraits like this) was hanging in his house at this party he had, and I asked him about it. And he told me the story of this cool lady. I don't remember all the details... she had an early divorce... struggled with depression... psychiatric hospital stays even... the death of a child... and what she called "40 years of depression" all changed when she took a drawing class for the first time and began drawing these contour drawings at age 68. She was taught to draw by looking at the subject, and not the paper. "I don't know why it is," she writes, "but this contour drawing has completely cured me of my forty-year depression. I simply don't have it anymore."

A little old lady from smallville kansas with just these weird little naive and deeply genuine drawings...
and her work ends up in the new york art scene and galleries all over the place with art critics calling her genius and everything.

I read on one website that she said: "You know, in the beginning I drew myself as someone who was ugly but I don't see myself that way anymore. Now I draw someone who is beautiful." What treasures. I like art with stories behind them.

"All of us," said Nietzsche, "are potentially hero or genius, only inertia keeps us mediocre."

my two loves

2006-01-28T17:18:00.000-08:00

2006-01-23T20:42:00.000-08:00

not to complain....

2006-01-23T20:40:00.000-08:00

but i have a splinter in my foot.

and it really hurts.

i love full house

2006-01-18T12:28:00.001-08:00

i am home sick today and my head feels like it weighs 1000 pounds and i have a mountain of kleenexes covering every surface in my home.

but there is a light at the end of this tunnel, a lining on this cloud:

i have gotten to watch a unreasonable amount of full house today.

i don't know what it is about this show...because it kind of used to make me nauseous when i thought of it (like family matters, huh, allie?) but now even though it is still way cheesy, i cannot get enough of these tanners.

i always wanted to be Deej. kimmy just said, "Hola, Tanner-inos!"

commercial break's over. gotta get back to it.

ahhhhh...ahhh...ahhh....ahhhhhhhhhhhh
whatever happened to predictability?

MLK DAY

2006-01-16T12:39:00.000-08:00

i am reading a fabulous book called "SEARCHING FOR GOD KNOWS WHAT" by donald miller. tenelle gave it to me about 10 days ago...and i have not put it down since*.

and in case some of the commentators of my "god movie" blog are dissecting the wording of this entry, too,.......... ("I'm going to assume that your statement about taking 27 hours to read your post was sarcasm, or do fundies generally have 4th grade reading levels?")....... I have included a disclaimer at the bottom, and will strive to do so anytime I use an exaggeration in the future. I will no longer ask anyone to "assume" when I am or am not employing the device of sarcasm. (<------sarcasm)

i watched the movie Gattaca with Jason this afternoon. It seems like the guy in the wheelchair could have chosen a much more suitable way to end his suffering. (<-----not sarcasm, I'm serious about this one)

I also went to the Lake of the Ozarks this weekend, which is where I read a lot of the forementioned book, and then put it down, and then later read some more. I don't know if everyone is like this, but I really need time to just be totally alone.** I suspect that not everyone is wired this way, but I definitely am. I feel recharged.

tobe and I often discuss frequently misspelled words. not because we're nerds or because we are stuffy, or because we don't make REDiculous*** mistakes ourselves, but because we just think it's something that should be out in the open. for instance: the word DEFINITELY. often spelled DEFINATELY.

also, tenelle and I are on this "a word a day" definitions email list, and each week they have themes and one week the theme was words that have been so-widely misspelled, that they have become a part of culture. and now the misspelled version is available in some dictionaries as an alternate spelling. The most misspelled words they listed were minuscule, millenium, embarrassment, occurence, accommodate, perseverance, supersede...

I challenge you to use these words in a sentence today. all of them. one sentence. correct spelling. (<----not kidding here either, you actually have to do this.)

you can tell it is a slow sunday-ish-but-not-really-sunday type of day when you are blogging about grammar. i don't even have that great of grammar. i just like words.

and may I say a quick, but heartfelt, thank you, to MR. MLK! for all your important work. (and for the day off, too)

* I did, on some occasions, put the book down.
**When I say totally alone, I should confess that Wilbur was with me. So as not to offend/confuse/frustrate people.
***I know that this is not the correct spelling of the word "ridiculous"

vexed and perplexed

2006-01-05T10:52:00.000-08:00

does anyone else feel paralyzed by indecision?

this is pretty much a theme of my life that God is revealing to me. I have become increasingly impaired by it (or increasingly aware of it) ever since I finished school. i know this age...this life stage is... inherently...a time of searching. a time of angst. and everyone is faced with confusion from time to time. forced to make a blind choice and learn by the consequences.

i just feel especially confused. kind of lost in corporate-land. flushing down 8 hours a day. day day after day.

I know God has a purpose for me. And I know that part of his purpose for me could be the actual search for my purpose...
which means that maybe my longing to do more (that is crescendo-ing daily) is part of his purpose after all. and it is developing in me a hunger...a hole...which will guide me to the shape...the type of work I will have to find to fill it.

can we count on fulfillment at work? especially at our age? is there a rule that we have to put in our time doing the less-than-satisfying work before we can do what we really want to do?

RELATED QUOTES:

People say I'm indecisive, but I don't know about that.
•••George H.W. Bush

Each indecision brings its own delays and days are lost lamenting over lost days. . . . What you can do or think you can do, begin it. For boldness has magic, power, and genius in it.
•••Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

first blog of the sixer

2006-01-04T20:16:00.001-08:00

nothing blogworthy is happening here tonight...wilbur and i are playing fetch with a little toy chick. drinking coffee even though it's too late to. watching felicity.

so i will post a doodle i doodled and a quote i like (unrelated)

here it comes:
"The real voyage of discovery consists not in seeking new landscapes but in having new eyes." - Proust

look for more frequent postings in 2006. its a semi-resolution of mine. : ) hopefully they will be more exciting than this one.

achew!

2005-12-12T07:46:00.000-08:00

i am siiiiiiiiiick today. no me gusta being sick. wilbur doesn't feel a bit sorry for me, either. : (

2005-12-11T13:08:00.000-08:00

"If the angel deigns to come, it will be because you have convinced him, not by tears, but by your humble resolve to be always beginning: to be a beginner." - Rilke

thanks

2005-11-28T17:13:00.000-08:00

i am thankful for fresh bedsheets and puppy snuggles.
for long times alone on the mountain in tennessee where the sky was peeled back like an orange and bright stars seemed a reachable distance. i am thankful for my journals, pages once blank stained and splashed with thoughts and records of thoughts that zap me back to that place and time, that feeling. i am thankful for late nights with niki and making movies with ryan. i am thankful for red and flowered sheets sleeping in allie's bed even though mine was a few feet away. lord of the rings and harry potter singing me to sleep. for our friendship. i am thankful for tearful moments. for moments where i feel alone in the world for Him to see...and the distance between us bows and I feel his eye on me. for moments when he seems so real and so close that i can see nothing else for his hugeness. I am thankful for long laughs with jason, and all our good memories. for his moments of softness and the hints of something we once had. for tenderness. I am thankful for tenelle, for how my guises drop when I'm around her. for chai tea and peanut butter graham crackers and references to jokes 3 years old. for 1217. i am thankful for my mom's unpretending. she is never false. she is never repetitive, she is never surfacey. she is honest. she has taught me about honesty. i am thankful for big diet cokes with lots of ice and how music becomes so different when it is played so loud that it drowns everything else out but that lump in your throat. i am thankful for sunburns and summer, for new clothes and family. for dancing, square and otherwise. for the cha cha slide and hardwood floors that we slid over on pillows. for allison and the image of alf tied up to a bedpost that is forever burned on my mind. i am thankful for losing all my friends in one year, and rebuilding up from there. i am thankful for the moment with rob and the deer. for other small and huge romantic moments with people who are now strangers, but still dear to me in that moment: for old friendships that are now far away but still special. for new friendships and a new jason and amber. i am thankful for a job, even one that is not very ego-stroking. I am thankful for the lake, the sting of sun and the taste of lakewater hair whipping about in the wind as we fly over waves a thousand years old. bouncing of tubes and each other and breathing a little deeper and a little slower and taking it all in.

w strikes a pose

2005-11-20T19:51:00.000-08:00

mr. w maxin and relaxin in high style.

fred's thoughts: a long quote to follow a long blog

2005-11-13T22:15:00.000-08:00

i reread this tonight, because it seemed apropos in light of my last entry. i pieced together some highlights of the chapter....it's frederick buechner's thoughts on the matter of god's existence.

"If God really exists, why in Heaven's name does God not prove that he exists instead of leaving us here in our terrible uncertainty? Why does he not show his face so that at last, a despairing world can have hope? At one time or another, everyone asks such a question. In some objectifiably verifiable and convincing way, we want God himself to demonstrate his own existence. Deep in our hearts, I suspect that this is what all of us want, unbelievers no less than believers. And I have wondered sometimes what would happen if God were to do just that...

...We all want to be certain, we all want proof, but the kind of proof that we tend to want---scientifically or philosophically demonstrable proof that would silence all doubts once and for all----would not in the long run, I think, answer the fearful depths of our need at all. For what we need to know, of course, is not just that God exists, not just that beyond the steely brightness of the stars there is a cosmic intelligence of some kind that keeps the whole show going, but that there is a God right here in the thick of our day-by-day lives who may not be writing messages about himself in the stars but who in one way or another is trying to get messages through our blindness as we move around down here knee-deep in the fragrant muck and misery and marvel of the world. It is not objective proof of God's existence that we want but, whether we use religious language for it or not, the experience of God's presence. That is the miracle that we are really after. And that is also, I think, the miracle that we really get...

...God speaks to us, I would say, much more often than we realize or than we choose to realize...His message is not written out in starlight, which in the long run would make no difference; rather it is written out for each of us in the humdrum, helter-skelter events of each day; it is a message that in the long run might make all the difference...

...But I believe that there are some things that by and large, God is always saying to each of us. Each of us, for instance, carries around inside himself, I believe, a certain emptiness--a sense that something is missing, a restlessness, the deep feeling that somehow all is not right inside his skin. Psychologists sometimes call it anxiety, theologians sometimes call it estrangement, but whatever you call it, I doubt that there are many who do not recognize the experience itself, especially no one of our age, which has been variously termed the age of anxiety, the lost generation, the beat generation, the lonely crowd. Part of the inner world of everyone is this sense of emptiness, unease, incompleteness, and I believe that this in itself is a word from God, that this is the sound that God's voice makes in a world that has explained him away. In such a world, I suspect that maybe God speaks to us most clearly in his silence, his absence, so that we know him best through our missing him.

...These words that God speaks into our own lives are the real miracles. They are not miracles that create faith as we might think that a message in the stars would create faith, but they are miracles that it takes faith to see--faith in the sense of openness, faith in the sense of willingness to wait, to watch, to listen, for the incredible presence of God here in the world among us."

excerpts from the magnificent defeat, "message in the stars" by frederick buechner

the god movie

2005-11-13T21:36:00.000-08:00

well, i didn't think i would start off the blog bat on such an emotional topic; but i needed to process all this.
i also do not have the attention span, generally, to read other people's lonnnnng bloggings, so will also not be offended if no one chooses to commit to the 27 hours it will take to read this in its entirety. i tried being concise. it didn't work for this topic.

my friend ryan, who is doing a documentary on the baptist pastor fred phelps, asked me to accompany him to this screening of a movie called "the god who wasn't there" by director Brian Flemming, who calls himself a "former fundamentalist." if you can't tell from the title, the movie is a documentary that mocks religion--- christianity, specifically, and stands on the fact that many christians don't know much about what they believe, why they believe it, or the history their beliefs stem from.

the interest in this movie overwhelmed the tivoli, and when the original 1-time-showing sold out the day before, they had to add a second showing (which filled up in no time) because of the high volume of people itching to see this movie. lines upon lines...young and old, waiting to see this movie and ryan and i right in the middle of them.

we got there a good 45 minutes early, and had lots of time to people-watch. it was such an odd experience, i was watching everyone mulling around...wondering why they had come...what they hoped to hear or confirm...wondering what their story was...and who God was to them.

the movie consisted of a brief 6-minute slapstick rendition of the life and death of jesus, right down to jesus' flogging (which was represented by a 2 second shot of a man boinking jesus on the forehead with what looked like a little piece of wheat).

then it went on to interview 4 very intelligent, charming, and likable athiests and 2 bumbling, audacious, and inarticulate christians...(one of whom, to give you an idea, has started a website called "rapture letters" that offers a post-rapture service to anyone who would like an EMAIL (of all things!) to be sent to their non-believing loved ones after they themselves have gone on to heaven. because, as we all must assume, there is no email in heaven. when the loved one recieved the email it would remind them to repent and come to heaven, too.) i know.

but, as ryan said, that is the documentarian's right. the director chose to convey HIS belief through clear, compelling speakers and chose to undermine the beliefs he refutes with end-times entrepreneurs, cyclical reasoning and question-dodgers.

after the movie, there was a short Q&A with the director. (the first showing was followed by a panel of theologians & scholars discussing and taking questions. but we just got the director). i was expecting a range of emotions from the people who stood up to ask questions, but was surprised when the overwhelming majority said: thank you for making this film.

one man was especially memorable. he was old, gray hair and shabby pants. he was sitting right in front of me. he stood up and said, "I want to thank you for making this film. I am a son of a missionary, was raised baptist, and it took me 60 years to break free." More gratitude, more gushing.

another man made a very similar comment: "It's taken me 70 years, but I can finally say: I do not believe in God." This greeted with applause that pierced my heart and shook my insides.

i felt alone in that auditorium...close to tears and aching. ryan made the point that it was like being on the outside of an inside joke...which I imagine is how many non-christians have felt their whole lives- in a circle of believers using "churchy" terminology or when they visit a church, feeling like they don't belong, that they don't get the joke, or worse: that they are the joke.

we were the joke tonight.

i am trying to be concise, here, but i can't really describe how it felt to leave there. i felt attacked, and in every sentence i began to form afterward with ryan as we tried to pick apart his message, i heard the voice of the simple-minded christian bumblers in his film, using emotion to try and combat "reason." it made them look foolish. which is exactly how the director wanted me to feel. questioning myself, and my reasoning.

it was like hearing your closest friend be cruelly made fun of behind their back and you are too ashamed to say anything. all the darkened faces tossed back in laughter as they watch a mockery made of christ's death. the defining moment of your heart's life simplified to absurdity, to fluff, to jibberish. not just meaningless, but humorously so.

still: here's what i am taking away:
(now that i have processed for a week)

i think he is right to point out that a large percentage of christians don't know much about the God they believe in. they don't know his history, and many don't even know much about his character, though they may profess to doing his work. (i.e. fred phelps) He drove this point home in the movie by taking a random poll of people coming out of a Billy Graham conference. He asked everyone who Jesus was to them, and then asked them a question about the history of the church and the spread of Christianity. People smiled and could name who God was to them, but tripped up on the second question, tossing in vague answers before they hustled by the camera to their safe cars.

so this challenged me to know more, to be immersed in all parts of the story and not just my own. to be active and authentic, we should be exploring the bible and history and other perspectives so that we do not come to think that OUR bubble is how life is and always has been. We need to understand ourselves as we relate to history: to biblical times: to other cultures, countries, belief systems. We need to not have blinders on. we should be knowledgable about the facts. but not depend on them to prove our case.

because evidential facts are not what make me want to believe in God. my heart is what makes me believe in God.

the heart. the yearning. which is abstract, and unprovable. how do you prove it when something significant has taken place in your heart? how do you prove you love someone?

doesn't it say something that a desire to believe in God is so deeply ingrained in us? so ingrained that the men that stood up celebrating their atheism said it was a 70-year long battle of resistance. to finally speak those words and to give up hope.

so that's what it boils down to. hoping. or ceasing to hope.
no one can prove their case one way or another. so we the hopeful must be more inclusive, and less afraid. we must be more vocal, and less sure. we must be willing to hear in order to be heard. and we must continue to hope. not just for ourselves, or for God, but for everyone's sake that they would experience the joy and peace of knowing him.

for hope does not disappoint us.

happy birthday ashley!

2005-11-09T20:28:00.000-08:00

this evening, i pay tribute to one of my dearest, longest friends (since 2nd grade ms. lebbin/brown's class), miss ashley maren post. the birthday girl is pictured here with the love of her life (besides cy), the Itialian waiter we met on our study abroad trip, Anas, who loved her instantly. and who can blame him?

happy birthday, wonderful friend!
i miss you here in kansas: see u at thanksgiving!

we take the cake

2005-11-07T21:07:00.000-08:00

i felt it pertinent to share (before Halloween gets too far in the past) about a recent victory that my friend tobe and I enjoyed at work. there was a cupcake decorating competition at Hallmark. and tobe and i put our best effort forth, staying up to an unreasonable hour the night before carefully crafting about 16 (semi-ugly and uglier as the night went on) Halloween cupcakes. at about 130 we threw in the towel, convinced that victory was not in reach.

but...as fate would have it, we WON-yes you heard me, 1st place-which included a gift certificate for 6 dollars to the Hallmark cafeteria. woo hoo! pictured left is the lucky devil that we have to thank for it all.

wilbur the wonderdog

2005-11-07T19:23:00.000-08:00

i am pleased to introduce you to my wonderful dog, wilbur. if he were to post a blog and pen his profile, he would tell you that he is 8 months old, and loves the ladies. also enjoys apples and tomatoes, digging in sand, and chewing on my hands WAY before it's time to wake up. other interests include hairbrushes, allie's dog paylee jane, piano music, the occasional humping spree, and car rides. and long walks on the beach. (or sidewalk)

he makes me happy. : )
hope he makes you happy too

the first blog is the deepest

2005-11-07T19:14:00.000-08:00

hello, bloggers everywhere. i have succumbed to the pressure from one alexandra andrews and have decided to post a blog. she is probably the only one who will read it. not sure i will have anything of interest to say, but at least it's another place to hang my wilbur pictures. i also enjoy the word in all its forms: (blog, blogger, blogging, bloggeriffic)...stay tuned for more variations.