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8 years June 30, 2011

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Eight years ago, today, the world lost one of the most amazing men and Heaven gained a genuine angel.
 

When I pulled away from the hospital that beautiful summer day in 2003, I rolled down my windows and sang along to “Soak Up the Sun” at the top of my lungs…  and it has become sort of my anthem.   I sang the chorus to myself the day I graduated from college in 2004 and again on my wedding day… I knew he was listening.
 

 

I miss you every day, Pop.
 

Every time I turn around
I’m looking up, you’re looking down
Maybe something’s wrong with you
That makes you act the way you do
Maybe I am crazy too

I’m gonna soak up the sun
I’m gonna tell everyone
To lighten up (I’m gonna tell ‘em that)
I’ve got no one to blame
For every time I feel lame
I’m looking up
I’m gonna soak up the sun
I’m gonna soak up the sun

I’m gonna soak up the sun
Got my 45 on
So I can rock on.

~Sheryl Crow

 

Wait… HOW did you get here? Vol. 7 June 29, 2011

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‘Wait… HOW Did You Get Here?’ DISCLAIMER:
I didn’t change the grammar/spelling on any of these searches so you can appreciate the full ridiculousness of every single one.

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you just got sucked into facebook

It happens… I swear it’s like a vortex.
 

I’ve been known to get sucked in.  For days hours.

 

greatest husband images

There’s only one – you can stop Googling and just save my blog in your favorites.
 

He’s all mine.

 

break into another one jack daniels

I’ve been known to say that a few times.
 

little balls in my vein

Exsqueeze me?
 

husband not pulling weight cartoon   AND   husband doing nothing to help out more cartoon

This is SO not my husband – you have no idea how much he does around the house…  clearly I never said this and have no idea why that search would bring you to my blog.
 

the mad hatter body shot

I’m guessing you meant a photo of his entire body… not a Spring Break ritual.  Besides, I can’t imagine the Mad Hatter in Cancun.
 

five things you might not know about donating blood

You’re saving THREE lives… what more IS there to know?
 

In case you need more… here are some stats.

 

what to do if your vein blows up after giving blood?

Cry.  And then make them feed you Oreos.
 

sexy simple costume for nutrition month

Bwaaaaaaaaaaahahahaha!  This cracks me up!  How inappropriate is this search???
 

There’s nothing sexy about this.  Nothing at all.

 

roses

Stop and smell them.
 

And look cute funny doing it.

 

everyday i am forced to add another name to the list of people who can just kiss my ass

Best.Search.Ever.
 

And… I’m done.

I am thankful for laughter, except when milk comes out of my nose.  ~Woody Allen

 

How can you deny a smile like this??? June 24, 2011

Filed under: Rescue,Uncategorized — carharttsandcoachbags @ 12:28 AM

*** I apologize for my absence – I’ve been away on back to back conferences and haven’t been able to bang out a post.

Here’s just a quick update. ***

 

Jersey is BLOSSOMING before our eyes.  She’s shiny and clean and BEAUTIFUL and just absolutely and unequivocally full.of.love.  After a slow first day (those wooden steps were terrifying!), Jersey met her new (very patient and loving) foster brothers and has just opened up and become one of the best pups ever.
 

Amazing.  And yes, she’s a Red Sox fan.  Her bandana says so.

 

If you know anyone interested, please share her Petfinder listing!   She’s an awesome little pup and any family would be LUCKY to have her.

 

And by the way, I’m even more in love with my husband and my own two beautiful beasts for being such amazing supports and loving Jersey as much as I do.  Plus, I think Capone likes having a hot lady friend around the house.

 

Oh yeah, for a great laugh, and just ANOTHER reason to rescue a death row dog, watch this video and, as it says in the comments, watch it a second time on mute to truly appreciate the fact that what’s happening is really the dog’s point of view of the whole situation.

 

Classic.

 

 

Dogs act exactly the way we would act if we had no shame. ~Cynthia Heimel

 

Content June 13, 2011

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This is what absolute contentment looks like (from the blurry view of an iPhone camera).
 


 

Gina, now named Jersey (come on, you had to see the cow in her) arrived this afternoon with dirt in her thin coat, nails that are far too long, teats that are recovering from nursing and sores all over her legs from sleeping on concrete.  She chose to lay on the floor before she laid down on the dog bed, probably because she’s never had one before.  And none of this phases her in the least. She is just FULL of love.

 

Jersey girl, I can not WAIT to see you blossom.

 

“Nothing matters in this whole wide world when you’re in love with a jersey girl” Bruce Springsteen

 

Dear Baby Darcie… June 13, 2011

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Dear Baby Darcie,
 

I thought about waiting to post this on your 30th birthday but I just couldn’t wait.  There are a lot of things I’d like you to know.  And I might forget about the post… that’s what happens when you get old.
 

You were born during a snowstorm after an ungodly number of hours of labor (or so you were told) to which you replied, “good things are worth the wait.”  Now that you are older (yep, it happens) and wiser (hopefully), I wanted to give you some tips that I’ve learned over the past (30) years.  You will go from a wispy, blonde haired little imp to a woman who your husband (and your mom) will think is the most beautiful one in the world. Keep these tips in mind – you’ll wish that you took advice from your elders in the future so start doing it now.
 

 

* You aren’t a very spontaneous person.  The Capricorn in you keeps you slightly reserved but you definitely know how to have fun.  However, your spontaneity comes through when you open your heart (you’ll learn that later when you start fostering dogs) so open your heart often… it reminds you why life’s worth living.
 

 

* No matter how much you beg, God decided that you weren’t meant to have siblings but he gave you some amazing cousins instead… and you’ll consider them the sisters (and brothers) you never had.  Cherish them – they are incredible people.

 

 

* Sometimes you can be a little self-centered… make sure you curb that.  You’re also a little shy, which you’ll find out later, led people to think you were kind of a snob.  Prove them differently and break out of your shell a little earlier.
 

 

* You’ve always been an explorer – keep learning because you love it.  And don’t be afraid of slimy things.  You’ve always been good around snakes… but spiders?  not so much.  Your phobia won’t go away (at least in your first 30 years) but it will get better.

 

 

* You called your best friend’s turtleneck “babyish” once.  You’ll never forget it.  That being said, remember to treat your friends well and they’ll be with you forever (besides, it’s really tough to make new friends after college).  You will surround yourself with some of the most amazing people in the world – people you can laugh and cry with and depend on for anything… and hopefully they will say the same about you.
 

 

* In contrast to your fairly conservative side, you do love a good adventure.  Don’t let fear win out – do everything you want to do.  And all those things your dad will pressure you to do???  They were so worth it, even if you never tell him (until he reads a blog you write when you’re older). Don’t whine so much about it.

 

 

* Speaking of your dad, he’s going to get sick right before you turn 16… real sick… and you’re not going to know what hit you.  It’s OK to cry.  You will have some support but you’ll have to realize that no one will truly know what you’re going through but you’ll be stronger because of it.  Don’t worry… he makes it and continues to drive you crazy.  But you love him.  And he’ll get to walk you down the aisle one day. 
 

 

* He’ll also teach you that popcorn is a totally acceptable dinner meal.

 

 

* Your mom is going to be your biggest cheerleader.  Always.  Remember to thank her every once in a while… you don’t do it enough.  She loves you.  A lot.  And one day, you’ll hope that you have a relationship with your daughter (if you have one) like the one that you have with your own mom.
 

* You’ll have your heart broken.  A couple of times.  Who knows, you might even break a few hearts too… but no one will really tell you if that’s true.
 


 

* Embrace your body when you’re 16.  You’ll think you’re fat.  You’re not.  In fact, you would kill to have your 16 year old body again… but you’ll still want to find a pair of tweezers for your 16 year old eyebrows.  Actually, on second thought, you’ll want your Bimini body forever – fit, tan and super blonde.  And your eyebrows will be tweezed.  When you’re pushing 30, you’ll try to lose 15 pounds and that STILL won’t put you near how you looked then.  Cherish that time.  You’re gonna be hot. Own it.
 

* You are going to LOVE animals; so much so that you focus your college degrees around them (that’s right… you’ll double major and you’ll be damn proud of it).  You might not use those degrees right away but you will come up with some surprising ideas on how to incorporate your college experience and the passion that you will make a career out of for the majority of your 20′s.  I’m still waiting to see how it goes.
 

 

* Enjoy your college years – you’re going to get super involved on campus but not until Junior year… you really should try and do that earlier because you missed a lot of opportunities.  Your alma mater?  It, combined with one of your best friends and your compassion and intrigue, will open doors that you never imagined.  Don’t get confused… it has nothing to do with your animal science/marine bio degrees but it will fulfill you in a way you never knew was possible.

 

* Speaking of which, I am so proud of what you’re going to do when it comes to your decision about what college to go to.  You’re going to choose to go “far enough away from home where mom and dad can’t drop in but close enough that you can go home when you get lonely.”  It just so happens that the love of your life will choose to go to college 45 minutes away, and although that’s not the only reason you’ll choose your school, it’s an added perk.  And hey, you’re going to get married so what does it matter?  You will both do a remarkable job of leading your own lives, balancing your own friends, having your own college experiences and you won’t let each other hold either one of you back – in fact, you’re going to be each others biggest supporters.  If you were to do it all over again, please do the exact same thing.
 

* There’s an internship that’s going to equally scare the crap out of you and invigorate you at the same time.  Step out of that comfort zone of yours… you won’t regret it.  As a kid, you’re going to love being on the boat – you have no idea how that’s going to translate when you get older.  You might want to suck it up and finish that SCUBA certification a little earlier.  And you’re going to meet some pretty fantastic people that become family in another country. On a tropical island.  Where you research dolphins.  By swimming with them.  In the wild.  Yeah, you won’t believe it right away either. Make sure you go back and visit often. It’s your home away from home.

 

 

* You are going to find a man who you could have NEVER imagined would be destined for you.  Treat him well – he’s so worth it.  You MIGHT want to do a better job of that sometimes… but he’ll stick by you because he loves you too… ALMOST as much as you love him.   It’s going to be hard – really hard – when you’re doing the long-distance thing.  But believe me when I tell you everything will work out.  You have no idea how fulfilling your life will be like with him.  I still can’t believe he’s yours.

 

* Dance with your grandfather at your wedding… it will be one of your biggest regrets if you don’t.  Also, don’t care how many bridesmaids you have – put your cousins in the bridal party.  You’ll regret not doing that too.

 

 

* You’re going to develop a ridiculous crush on a fictitious vampire.  Don’t worry because 20 million other women (including your cousins and mother) will too.  It keeps you young.  Besides, it’s inappropriate to have  posters of your childhood crushes on your wall when you’re older than 12 (for the record, those posters will include JTT, members of New Kids on the Block, Devon Sawa and Jared Leto).
 

* Be glamorous.  You don’t dress up enough and you don’t REALLY find your girly side until you start dating your now husband (he brings out the best in you).  Try wearing heels more often… eh, maybe not.
 

 

* Remember to laugh – your smile is one of your best assets (or so you are told) and laughing truly is the best medicine.  Sometimes you take life a little too seriously.  Lighten up.  Your laid-back husband will remind you often.

 

* Live life to the fullest.  Sounds cliche but you do a really good job at it.  I just hope you remember to do it after you turn 30 as much as you did before.

 
 

As I go through all kinds of feelings and experiences in my journey through life — delight, surprise, chagrin, dismay — I hold this question as a guiding light: “What do I really need right now to be happy?” What I come to over and over again is that only qualities as vast and deep as love, connection and kindness will really make me happy in any sort of enduring way. ~ Sharon Salzberg

 

You didn’t REALLY think I’d be done, did you? June 12, 2011

Filed under: Rescue,Uncategorized — carharttsandcoachbags @ 6:03 PM

If I remember nothing else of my 29th year, the 3 (or 4 or 5 or 6) dogs that I have saved (with my amazing husband’s help) make the downward slide into 30 a lot more manageable.
 

Meet Gina, a 4 year old “throw away mama” who had pleads from shelter volunteers on her Facebook post and had survived until 2pm on the day that she was to be euthanized giving Nanette and I just enough time to make the call and pull her to safety.  Welcome aboard little Gina – we can’t wait to meet you!
 

This is the first photo I saw – how could I resist?

 

John is really concerned that the pink tutu is coming with her.

 

I saw this pic after we saved her – I had no idea how skinny she was too!  Come on little girl, let’s get some meat on your bones!

 

I call this her Flying Nun picture.

 

Like you don’t see the resemblance…

 
 

Dogs are miracles with paws.  ~Attributed to Susan Ariel Rainbow Kennedy

 

Wait… HOW did you get here??? Vol. 6 June 11, 2011

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‘Wait… HOW Did You Get Here?’ DISCLAIMER:
I didn’t change the grammar/spelling on any of these searches so you can appreciate the full ridiculousness of every single one.

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i’m soo happy i can shit on the floor cartoon

This is where proper punctuation would help.  Are you ‘so happy, you can shit on the floor’  as in, you could shit rainbows and butterflies on the floor or are you ‘so happy you can shit on the floor’ because going on the toilet is too much work?’
 

you better regret the things you did than the things you didnt dare to day

Yeah… you better regret everything you’ve done! Or at least, I think that’s what you’re trying to say.
 

actor with elephant

There’s only one worth Googling…
 

Yep… that’s the one.

 
disappointment face

The look on my mom and dad’s face when _______________ (fill in the blank).
 

collage roomies from hell do pigs oink?

Bwahahaha… I don’t know WHAT they were looking for but this is just damn funny!
 

how big do willow trees get

Big enough to beat you silly in the Wizarding World of Harry Potter.
 

lame pictures

And that brought you to my blog?  Ouch.
 

edward cullen twilight his room after danze

This sounds like a proposition… one I wish I had made!  Except I’m not quite sure what “danze” is.
 

do boobs take away sadness?

I’m sure they do… but I’m not sure how you got here.
 

cleaning up shit behind elephant

worst.job.ever.
 

She deserves a raise.

 

not my job to blow sunshine up your ass

best.job.ever.
 

steps to donating blood

Find blood drive.  Get there.  Stick out arm.  Get pricked.  Drain a pint.  Eat oreos.  Wear a sticker and brag about what you’ve done.  Or at least those are my steps.  You can visit this site for better info:  www.redcrossblood.org
 

charlie sheen you’re adorabole

I’ve never said that before in my life.  And it’s ‘adorable.’
 

mrs. bikini oklahoma 2011!!!!

They’ve got a pageant for everything, don’t they???
 

everyone needs an edward t-shirt

True statement.
 

Mine’s fantastic.

 

 

No one is listening until you fart.  ~Author Unknown

 

This post is about dogs. Does that surprise anyone? June 10, 2011

Filed under: Rescue,Uncategorized — carharttsandcoachbags @ 3:20 PM

It was 3 weeks ago today that I worked with my rescue cohort to make the pull of sweet, adorable, 6-month old Fernando on the day he was to be euthanized because he had the “dreaded” kennel cough.  I had no idea how it was going to go but when that adorable little pup jumped out of the ASPCA van, my heart melted into a puddle of goo in the Toys ‘R Us parking lot.  Oh. My. God.  He was perfect.
 

Ummmm… where are we going John?

 
That Saturday afternoon was a bit of a whirlwind – when we made the call to pull him on Friday, I thought it would be Sunday that he’d be delivered, not the Saturday afternoon RIGHT before we were going to a wedding.  Oops!  After a half an hour of cuddling, we were off to a fabulous soiree, leaving little F in his kennel for the first time, praying all went well.  When we arrived home, he was laying there quietly with no accidents and was no worse for the wear.  Whew.  I slept with him in the spare bedroom that night (and hoped it didn’t have to become a habit like it did with Diamond) and even broke my cardinal rule of letting him sleep on the bed with me.  In the crook of my arm.  Like a teddy bear.  He was just SO cute!
 

Such a good cuddler…

 
I had to be up early for work the next morning (yes, on a Sunday) and I left the boy in my husband’s capable hands and we decided we’d introduce the hellians beasts when I got home.  When I called to say that I was on my way, John informed me that intros were already done.  And they were all hanging out, no problems at all.  Huh…
 

Capone took to him right away.  What a good foster brother.

 


Dinner time that first night.

 

Needless to say, he was a breeze.  He took to our home so quickly and was so comfortable and in return, that boy gave so much love that it was hard not to fall for him.  And fall (flat on our faces), we did.  The fact that my boys opened their hearts, beds and toys (well, Brody TRIED to share his ball but it was hard for him) made the whole thing seem like a dream come true.

 

Be still my heart.  Is there anything cuter than a man with a pittie puppy?  Especially this man?

 

After only a week of getting to know him and posting photos on my Facebook page with a couple bites here and there (I mean interest in him, not attacks by the pit bull… let’s not start rumors) an old friend of mine from high school messaged me about putting in an application.  And then it hit me.  Were we really going to give him up???  He’s been so perfect!  Everything was going so well!  WAS SOMEONE ACTUALLY WISHING TO ADOPT HIM???  I didn’t know if we were ready for this.

 

I think he was comfy here.  And we were more than comfy with him.

 

That afternoon we went wine tasting.  After a couple glasses of alcoholic grapes, I popped the question to John – “he’s so cute and all alone… can we keep him?”  ***Bonus points if you catch the movie reference.  And to the true nature of my amazing husband he said, “Sure we can keep him… but you know we won’t be able to keep fostering if we do.  Up to you either way.”  My God.  I love this man.  I also hate when he’s right.

 

That night, I spoke with my friend, gushing all about Fernando, and we made plans to bring him to Maine the following morning (Memorial Day) for a play date with her kids – both the two-legged and four-legged variety.  She said she was only going to keep him for the day and that we’d take him back for the week while they made the final decision and prepped for him.  I knew better…  you couldn’t NOT fall in love with him so I packed all of his stuff JUST in case.  And I packed my heart in that bag too.

 

“My bags are packed and I’m ready to go!”

 

F jumped out of the car and into the life of my friend without skipping a beat.  Later, I asked her to tell me honestly if he seemed distressed that I was leaving him.  She said, no, and although I was sad, I knew that was a good thing.  Seven hours after we dropped him off, I got the call wondering if I HAPPENED to bring his stuff to leave him.  I smiled and said, of course and politely asked if I could bring it to them and say good-bye once more.

 


Fernando getting some lovin from his new sister, Bean.

 

When we arrived, Fernando came running outside with his new friends, American Bulldogs, Diego and Bean, and two beautiful human children on his tail, and I swear he was saying, “mumma, meet my new friends!  aren’t they amazing?  and they LOVE me!”  He was dirty from playing and had the obligatory Maine mosquito bites on his legs and I knew that he was home.  So, after a quick photoshoot and some last questions and advice, I got one quick hug and kiss and we were on our way home to CT.  Without one of the best dogs I’ve ever met.  And with those huge, crocodile tears that filled my eyes.

 

I think he was saying “thank you.”  What do you think?

 

When we got home, Capone was a little confused and searched the car wondering where we possibly could be hiding him.  I reassured him that F’s a happy boy and thanked him for guiding him during his time with us.  After the full trial week, Fernando was officially adopted last weekend and I am so so happy that it’s with someone I know who can keep me updated and that he is a happy, happy boy.   

 
A lot of people ask me how I can possibly do this – take a dog in and then give them up – and I will admit, it’s hard.  Honestly, the hardest part is wondering if the dog thinks that I DON’T love them and that’s why I’m giving them up.  Truth is, I love them SO much that that’s WHY I give them up… so I can love another dog enough to save their life too.  And that’s an amazing feeling.  So Fernando, please know… I loved you so much that I didn’t keep you and I gave you to a family that is everything I could hope for you and more.  And thank you to my friends who have opened their hearts and their home to the perfect “pokey little puppy.”
 
And now I’m crying.
 
Two days after we dropped him off, I sent a link via email to John about another pup that needed saving.  His response?  “I support any decisions you make in this area.”  That pup was pulled by another rescue but it’s amazing to know that I have such a supportive and loving husband who’s in this journey with me no matter what.  And it doesn’t get much better than that.
 
On a side (yet related) note, yesterday was Capone’s “birthday.”  Four years ago, John gave me the best wedding gift anyone could ask for and we brought home a rough-and-tumble, 2-year old rottie boy who has taught me what it’s like to overcome adversities, to love unconditionally and that saving a dog’s life is one of the most rewarding things you can do.  And, because of him, I’ve formed a long-lasting friendship with an amazing woman who teaches me everything I need to know about rescue – and I couldn’t do it without her, the aforementioned cohort.  I like to call her my enabler.  :)   Thank you Nanette!
 

Happy “Birthday” Capone, my “little” man!

 

Love you boy!

 

So, anyone want to foster? Or adopt?  Email me at adogslove@gmail.com to learn more or search for a rescue near you – they’re ALWAYS looking.  The more homes we have, the more dogs we can save!

 

I truly believe that to open your heart to another is one of the greatest gifts in life.

 

I think dogs are the most amazing creatures; they give unconditional love.  For me they are the role model for being alive.  ~Gilda Radner

 

CandCB looks pathetic in comparison… June 9, 2011

Filed under: Uncategorized — carharttsandcoachbags @ 8:39 PM

Ok, I usually don’t do two posts in one night but I HAD to share this.
 

I was reading MSNBC and stumbled upon this article http://technolog.msnbc.msn.com/_news/2011/06/09/6820540-dying-teens-bucket-list-goes-viral?chromedomain=digitallife which led me to her blog http://alicepyne.blogspot.com/
 
I don’t know about you but it certainly puts things in perspective, don’t it?  Her blog makes my silly 30 Before 30 list look like chump change in comparison.  But then again, just like she said, “…mum always tells me that life is what we make of it and so I’m going to make the best of what I have and because there were so many things I still wanted to do, mum suggested that I turn my ideas into a bucket list.”  I think that’s such an important lesson – we all need to make the best of what we have and enjoy every minute of this beautiful life we’ve been given.
What an amazing young woman.  I, for one, will be cheering her on!  Good luck Alice!  Rooting for you from CT, USA!

 
Life is an opportunity, benefit from it.
Life is beauty, admire it.
Life is bliss, taste it.
Life is a dream, realize it.
Life is a challenge, meet it.
Life is a duty, complete it.
Life is a game, play it.
Life is a promise, fulfill it.
Life is sorrow, overcome it.
Life is a song, sing it.
Life is a struggle, accept it.
Life is a tragedy, confront it.
Life is an adventure, dare it.
Life is luck, make it.
Life is too precious, do not destroy it.
Life is life, fight for it.
~Mother Teresa

 

 

 

Well that’s not exactly what I had in mind… June 9, 2011

Filed under: Uncategorized — carharttsandcoachbags @ 7:31 PM

Holy thunderstorm Batman!
 
When I said I wanted to dance in the rain with no umbrella, I sort of meant in a ‘fun, summery and warm’ kind of way not the ‘holy shit I think I just flew past Toto’ kind of way!  I just drove home like a crazy person very quickly because the boys (dog children, not “real boys”) were outside in their kennel when an unexpected mini hurricane came through Connecticut.  Luckily the boys are (sometimes) smart and were in their insulated/indoor dog house when I got home…  I’m not sure Brody has recovered from the trauma but he’s working on it. Oh nevermind… he’s chewing a bone. Resilient “little” one that he is.
 

I thought this was going to be how I found my house… for true.

 

Luckily my boys are slightly larger than a Cairn Terrier so they didn’t blow away and they are now cuddled up nice and warm and (somewhat) dry in my house.  I, on the otherhand, was pretty damn wet but way too terrified of the lightening (did I mention someone was struck the next town over?) to actually make a go of crossing #30 off the list.

 

I’ve got plenty of time… hopefully I don’t blow away before then.

 

Better get under cover, Sylvester. There’s a storm blowin’ up – a whopper, to speak in the vernacular of the peasantry. Poor little kid, I hope she gets home all right. ~Professor Marvel in the ‘Wizard of Oz’

 

After-Posting-Edit:  I just realized I had two ‘Wizard of Oz’ – themed posts in a row.  I think it’s a sign that I need to watch the movie.

 

 
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