Happy Halloween

The Zombie Song -- Stephanie Mabey

Forgiveness

There are so many quotes about forgiveness. They are all pretty much as follows:

“Forgiveness is not something we do for other people. We do it for ourselves to get well and move on.”  Or “Forgiveness doesn’t excuse the behaviour; forgiveness prevents the behaviour from destroying your heart.”

Here’s what Wikipedia say about it;

Forgiveness is typically defined as the process of concluding resentment, indignation or anger as a result of a perceived offense, difference or mistake, or ceasing to demand punishment or restitution.^[1][2] The Oxford English Dictionary defines forgiveness as 'to grant free pardon and to give up all claim on account of an offense or debt'. The concept and benefits of forgiveness have been explored in religious thought, the social sciences and medicine. Forgiveness may be considered simply in terms of the person who forgives including forgiving themselves, in terms of the person forgiven or in terms of the relationship between the forgiver and the person forgiven. In some contexts, forgiveness may be granted without any expectation of restorative justice, and without any response on the part of the offender (for example, one may forgive a person who is incommunicado or dead). In practical terms, it may be necessary for the offender to offer some form of acknowledgment, apology or restitution, or even just ask for forgiveness, in order for the wronged person to believe himself able to forgive.^[1]

Most world religions include teachings on the nature of forgiveness, and many of these teachings provide an underlying basis for many varying modern day traditions and practices of forgiveness. Some religious doctrines or philosophies place greater emphasis on the need for humans to find some sort of divine forgiveness for their own shortcomings, others place greater emphasis on the need for humans to practice forgiveness of one another, yet others make little or no distinction between human and divine forgiveness.

I have issue with the word. For me personally, I don’t feel everything is forgivable.

There are things that people have done to me that I do not forgive, nor will I ever, but I have been able to deal with it, heal and move on.  Being able to forgive for me is not synonymous with healing. Plus, not all people deserve forgiveness.

I, for the most part, am a passive aggressive person. I grew up in a household with the standard sibling fighting and disagreements.  I was a younger sister to an older stubborn “had to have the last word” brother so I learned at an early age that to have peace, I needed to just back off and let the other guy have his way.  Don’t rock the boat.

Don’t hurt anyone’s feelings. I will however, stand up loud and proud if someone I love is wronged or harmed in any way. I am not a carpet…..I am an area rug! ;)

My parents have never fought or yelled or screamed at each other. They never spoke to each other with disrespect and as far as being a team, my Dad knew that if I was asking him for something, it meant I’d already asked my Mom & she said no. They were on the same page.  If my Mom said no, it meant no. It was no use asking multiple times, the answer would remain no.  She also said yes a lot, but I knew clearly what I was allowed to and not to do.  I knew how I was expected to behave and how I was to treat people.

My upbringing, my morals and values and the adult I have become reflects why I have issue with the word forgiveness.  I feel people should be accountable for their words and actions.  There are things that are to me, unforgivable no matter who you are. It took me a very long time in life to learn how to say the word NO, without guilt or explanation. It took me the same length of time to know that if I choose to not have someone in my life because they have done something that to me is unforgiveable, that’s ok too.

One person, who I deem unforgiveable, once responded to me when I called him unethical with, ‘it’s better to ask for forgiveness than for permission’.  I found that abhorrent and deplorable. That to me is someone who knows they are in the wrong, acts anyway with the knowledge that if they get caught, they’ll ask forgiveness and if they don’t get caught, great.

I also have great issue with people who lie. Lie to take advantage of you for their own gain or just to be cruel or just because it’s easier than telling the truth. I don’t even like little white lies or fibs. A lie is a lie is a lie. I’ve always said I would rather be hurt with the truth than deceived by a lie. What’s that other saying, “Fool me once, shame on you; fool me twice, shame on me.”  Lies to me erode trust. If there isn’t trust, there’s nothing.

I also deem bullying unforgiveable.  In my opinion, people who bully are themselves insecure, unsure, have no moral compass, and have a warped sense of reality

along with low self esteem.  It’s always easier to try to make someone feel as bad as they do rather than work on themselves to feel better. People who bully do not know how to feel empathy or look at the world through any lens but their own.

The internet has also provided the opportunity for people to have incredibly bad judgement. I would never write anything in an e-mail to anyone or anything on a post about anyone that I wouldn’t be comfortable standing in front of them and saying to their face.

I am not riding a moral high horse.  I don’t feel that I am better than anyone else. I just feel that with all the struggles people go through day after day, the world would be a better place if people were nicer to each other. If people aren’t nice to me for reasons I’ve stated above, I am finally at a point in my life where I can say, without justification or guilt or feeling bad, that I don’t want people like that in my life. I can cut you off and never look back. I can heal, feel good about myself and know that I’ve made the right decision for me, without having to forgive.

58 Years Ago Today

My parents have been married for 58 years!



Happy Anniversary Mom & Dad.



They're still stylin'!

Love

Adam and I, most likely as all married couples do,

have a motion we make from afar that signifies "I Love You".

To onlookers we probably look like bad Mimes.

It was my birthday yesterday.

I received phone calls, snail mail and e-mail

birthday wishes.

I am a lucky girl.

Adam, since our 1st exchange of cards on Valentines Day 2003,

has a gift of selecting the perfect card for any occasion.

He also writes heart felt lovely messages.

I've often said he should write greeting cards.

Well, yesterday, he made me my card.

It is my all time favourite card from him

and I keep cards forever.

I thought about it a few times today & every time, it made me smile.

I'll share the outside.

I love it!

I somehow want to work this family portrait into

a Christmas Card.

Either that or I'll have it framed.

It is so dear.

Crockett is perfect!



Ten On Wednesday

I got this questionnaire from Sam's Blog.  

The questions are alphabetical. 

I love finding fun questionnaires to do for my Wednesday posts.

Age: 43 today. Certainly don’t feel it.

Bed size: Queen. I think a King is too big.

Chores that you hate: Picking up the dust bin after sweeping.

Dogs:  Crockett the Pug.  Past Lovelies I miss like the dickens: Max the PBGV, Sheba the Daschund Lab Mix, Candy the Boxer Chow Chow Mix. I was too young to remember anything about and Jane the Boxer except for her pushing me down the stairs. It was my fault. I’m sure I was messing around about her face.

Essential to start your day: Hot cup of tea or coffee.

Favourite color: No favourite. I like the Fall color palette best – oranges and browns.

Gold or silver: White gold.

Height: 5'9"

Instruments you play: When I was a kid, it all started with the Recorder. Then Grade 6, it was the Ukulele. High School…kick ass Trumpet! I want to add more to this list. I'd love to learn how to play the Guitar, Piano & Cello.

Job title: Logistics Administrator

Kids: None  

Live: Toronto

Mothers name: Jean

Nicknames: None  

Overnight hospital stays: Two Hospital stays when I was young for the Croup.

Pet peeves:  Ignorance, cruelty to animals.

Quote from a movie or TV show:  “Stay tuned for scenes from our next episode” Don’t ask me why, I always say this with Jeff Probst.

Right or lefty: Right, but left if need be. I’m ambidextrous.

Soda:  Diet Coke. Too much of it.

Time you wake up:  Too early. However, lately, my sleeping is off. If I sit down anywhere at any time and close my eyes, I’m done for.  

Underwear:  Always. Sensible, cotton and comfortable. In this category, I reflect my age and marital status!

Vegetable you hate: Brussel Sprouts

What makes you run late: Hitting the snooze button a few too many times.

X-rays you've had: Head (When Jane the Boxer pushed me down the stairs. I was little and I still remember it clear as day. Mom said they needed a few folks to hold me down. I remember the grey foam bricks they used on either side of my head to try to keep me still.), Chest, Boobies (Mammogram), Collar Bone. That’s all I can remember.

Yummy food you make: Spaghetti.  

Zoo animal: Giraffes



My Test Results

I took a few different personality tests based

on the same theory to see if the results matched & they did.

I'm an ISFJ.

Interesting.

Here is one of the ISFJ summaries.

Introverted Sensing Feeling Judging
by Marina Margaret Heiss

ISFJs are characterized above all by their desire to serve others, their "need to be needed." In extreme cases, this need is so strong that standard give-and-take relationships are deeply unsatisfying to them; however, most ISFJs find more than enough with which to occupy themselves within the framework of a normal life. (Since ISFJs, like all SJs, are very much bound by the prevailing social conventions, their form of "service" is likely to exclude any elements of moral or political controversy; they specialize in the local, the personal, and the practical.)

ISFJs are often unappreciated, at work, home, and play. Ironically, because they prove over and over that they can be relied on for their loyalty and unstinting, high-quality work, those around them often take them for granted--even take advantage of them. Admittedly, the problem is sometimes aggravated by the ISFJs themselves; for instance, they are notoriously bad at delegating ("If you want it done right, do it yourself"). And although they're hurt by being treated like doormats, they are often unwilling to toot their own horns about their accomplishments because they feel that although they deserve more credit than they're getting, it's somehow wrong to want any sort of reward for doing work (which is supposed to be a virtue in itself). (And as low-profile Is, their actions don't call attention to themselves as with charismatic Es.) Because of all of this, ISFJs are often overworked, and as a result may suffer from psychosomatic illnesses.

In the workplace, ISFJs are methodical and accurate workers, often with very good memories and unexpected analytic abilities; they are also good with people in small-group or one-on-one situations because of their patient and genuinely sympathetic approach to dealing with others. ISFJs make pleasant and reliable co-workers and exemplary employees, but tend to be harried and uncomfortable in supervisory roles. They are capable of forming strong loyalties, but these are personal rather than institutional loyalties; if someone they've bonded with in this way leaves the company, the ISFJ will leave with them, if given the option.

Traditional careers for an ISFJ include: teaching, social work, most religious work, nursing, medicine (general practice only), clerical and and secretarial work of any kind, and some kinds of administrative careers.
While their work ethic is high on the ISFJ priority list, their families are the centers of their lives. ISFJs are extremely warm and demonstrative within the family circle--and often possessive of their loved ones, as well. When these include Es who want to socialize with the rest of the world, or self-contained ITs, the ISFJ must learn to adjust to these behaviors and not interpret them as rejection. Being SJs, they place a strong emphasis on conventional behavior (although, unlike STJs, they are usually as concerned with being "nice" as with strict propriety); if any of their nearest and dearest depart from the straight-and-narrow, it causes the ISFJ major embarrassment: the closer the relationship and the more public the act, the more intense the embarrassment (a fact which many of their teenage children take gleeful advantage of). Over time, however, ISFJs usually mellow, and learn to regard the culprits as harmless eccentrics :-). Needless to say, ISFJs take infinite trouble over meals, gifts, celebrations, etc., for their loved ones--although strong Js may tend to focus more on what the recipient should want rather than what they do want.

Like most Is, ISFJs have a few, close friends. They are extremely loyal to these, and are ready to provide emotional and practical support at a moment's notice. (However, like most Fs they hate confrontation; if you get into a fight, don't expect them to jump in after you. You can count on them, however, run and get the nearest authority figure.) Unlike with EPs, the older the friendship is, the more an ISFJ will value it. One ISFJ trait that is easily misunderstood by those who haven't known them long is that they are often unable to either hide or articulate any distress they may be feeling. For instance, an ISFJ child may be reproved for "sulking," the actual cause of which is a combination of physical illness plus misguided "good manners." An adult ISFJ may drive a (later ashamed) friend or SO into a fit of temper over the ISFJ's unexplained moodiness, only afterwards to explain about a death in the family they "didn't want to burden anyone with." Those close to ISFJs should learn to watch for the warning signs in these situations and take the initiative themselves to uncover the problem.

Daddy Long Legs

As I was finishing up making dinner Adam came into the

kitchen and said, "Look at that!"

I turned around and saw this bad boy crawling up the wall.

I coaxed him into a jug and put him outside on the window ledge.

It made me think of this video I saw last week.

Every time I watch it, he makes me laugh.

I forever will say Daddy Long Legs with a German accent.

Relaxing But With Alot Of Walking

Today I went with my parents over to the Ward Island side of Toronto Island.

It is the only section the Ferry goes to now that it's on its winter schedule.

The little cottages made it feel like I was a million miles away from the city.

The waterfront/beaches made me feel like I was in Port Credit.

The airplanes taking off from the Island Airport brought

me back to reality that the city was right there.

Here are my photos.

Yesterday

5:00am  Wake up before alarm with a crippling headache.  A hit in the face with a shovel kind of pain.

5:10am  Take 2 Extra Strength Tylenol

5:11am - 5:30am  Sit on the edge of my bed with my head in my hands.

6:30am   Ready for work, about to walk out the door to catch the bus.

6:35am  Can't do it. Can't function. Head is pounding. Dizzy & nauseous.

6:40am  Leave a message for my boss, won't be in. I hate calling in sick. 

6:41am  Back in bed

11:00am  Wake up with throbbing head. Did drugs work? Wear off already?

11:05am  Took 2 more pills with a gulp of tea. Sat in the bathroom running hot water for the steam.

11:10am  Back in bed

4:30pm  Wake up with throbbing head. Did drugs work? Wear off already? Took 1 of my prescription headache pills. Adam tells me I should get out of bed.  Sit up & eat or drink something.

4:45pm  Pain so intense it makes me cry. Adam rubs my head.

5:00pm  Adam serves me a bowl of tomato soup.

5:30pm  On & off nausea, can't finish the soup.

5: 40pm  Run to the bathroom & vomit.  Feels like my eyes have popped out of my head. Want to die.

5:45pm  Brush teeth

6:30pm  Adam serves me a bowl of chicken noodle soup. I keep it down. YAY. Head still throbbing.

For the rest of the evening I sat on the couch with Adam snuggling in my dressing gown and watching movies.  I was too hot, then too cold, the too hot, then too cold. I didn't take any more drugs for fear of getting nauseous again.

When I went to bed, there was still a dull ache.

I woke up this morning the same dull ache and my eyes are very light sensitive and achy, but I don't think it's anything that a walk in the fresh air with Crockett and a warm bowl of homemade rice pudding won't cure.

I'll most likely spend the rest of the day laying on my bed, listening to classical music on a very low volume, with my winter hat down over my eyes.  It keeps my head toasty warm and the light from hitting my eyes like laser beams.  I'll look like the dumb Donald from Fat Albert, minus the eye holes!

News Free Day

Today I am avoiding all news.

No radio, tv or internet.

No Huffington Post.

No Twitter.

I know it won't make bad things stop happening but

after reading and watching the video about a 2 year old in China

that was run over twice while people just walked past her

and then about the man who released all his animals in Ohio

before killing himself.

Where are we headed?

I like to be informed.

I read alot.

I think, with the world getting smaller

we hear about things that 20 years ago we'd never

have known about unless we were in the news business.

Technology is both amazing and devestating.

Today will be a day of cute animals on

http://www.cuteroverload.com/

and tonight I will laugh with my nerdizzles on TBBT.

I will return to reality tomorrow.

Ten On Wednesday

These are the last 10 movies I've watched.

Please note that they are not in order. I cannot remember the order!

1. 17 Again

2. Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince

3. Narnia - The Voyage of the Dawn Treader

4. The Help

5. The Midnight Meat Train  (seriously scary good with Bradley Cooper)

6. Friends With Benefits

7. The Change Up

8. Percy Jackson and The Olympians - The Lightning Thief

9. The Hangover

10. Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows

See! I Told You!

This should be a post edit but I've made it into a post on its own.

This is in reference to my post last week on

Oct 12'11 titled My Life Today For 2:40:00

Specifically where I wrote;

My bus to and from work goes through the Hood.

The worst neighbourhood in Toronto.

Gangs. Drugs. Crime.

Every weekend, someone gets shot.

It can be in the street waiting for a bus,

in an apartment building stairwell,

a neighbourhood convenience store or

even in a backyard during a party.

Well, this was in the 24H paper on Monday Oct 17'11 

This occurred in the hood I spoke of.

The hood I have to travel through to get to and from work.

Just an average weekend.

Sad.

Scary.

Helping Out The Pathologist

There are times where I really think I'm a nut-bar.

This morning I've been having what I call "Brain Stab" headache pain.

It's a headache that is not a constant ache but the occasional stabbing pain

that causes me to either say ouch out loud of flinch a bit.

This type of pain makes me nervous.

They make me think aneurysm.

Here is where I'm a nut-bar.....

I have taken my sharpie pen & made dots

on my head where it hurts.

That way, I figure, if I drop dead, the Pathologist

will know where to look.

Seriously, why do the y-incision and got through all

my organs when all they'd need to do is crack open my head!

See?  Nut-bar!

Birch Reindeer Family

I spent the weekend with my parents.

It was relaxing and just what I needed.
Saturday night my Mom and I just sat and talked
about everything and nothing until 1:00am.
I don't live close enough anymore to just pop in for a cup of tea.
That may change because when I go back to Port Credit, it feels like home.

My Dad & I had a really yummy French Canadian Pea Soup for lunch Saturday.

My Mom went to work in the afternoon and left us with

dinner instructions.

We had Pork Tenderloin, mashed Potatoes, Green Beans and Carrots.

I made dessert for us for Saturday.

See the dessert photo over on my Project 365.

Today for breakfast I had mashed Banana with Special K

and a Hot Dog for lunch.

It is interesting how food prepared by my Mother

just tastes better.

I got home this afternoon around 4:00pm.

The sky was filled with clouds in various shades of grey,

so I took Crockett out before it started to rain.

Here is our walk in photos.

Here is the first sign of Christmas at Sheridan Nursery:

A Birch Reindeer Family!





For No Reason Other Than It Makes Me Smile

This video makes me smile.

My favorite part is at 1:21 where the cat's front

legs are just hanging there.

I've never had a cat.

Maybe one day.

Pug and Bag Pipes

We live across the street from a Church.

Every now and then, I hear Bag Pipes.

To me they are both eerie and beautiful.

They give me goosebumps and make me feel sad all at once.

Tonight while taking Crockett for a walk, a car pulled

up and asked me where the Church was.

By the time our walk got Crockett and I close to the church,

 I could hear the Bag Pipes.

The musician was standing in front of a side entrance

that had a busy stream of sweet old men in kilts

and their dolled up wives going in.

I made eye contact with a lady and asked her, very politely

and with sensitivity, if the pipes were being played

for a funeral service.

She giggled & said no, it was for a party.

I googled the chruch & they were having an event this evening.

A St. Andrew's Society Ceilidh.

Click HERE for Wilikpedia's definition of a Ceilidh.

I posted a photo of the Church from in front of our door

on my Project 365 for today.

Here is a small bit of footage I took

as Crockett seemed to be dancing a jig to the music.

Woot Woot!

Buses were sooooooooo much better today.

When we pulled into the station & I looked

at my watch, I felt like dancing!

Like this!

My Life Today for 2:40:00

Today for me was in the top 2 awful awful transit experiences.

It is times like this that I envy people of deep faith who

can look at bad situations as an opportunity for growth

or have the inner peace of knowing everything

that happens is part of God's plan.

Serious envy.

Today I was tested.

Every part of me that is kind, loving, accepting, empathetic,

joyful, optimistic, hopeful, calm, and tolerant was ripped from

my very being.

It took me 1 hour to travel exactly 3.5kms!

The entire journey home took 2 hours and 40 minutes.

I left work at 4:00pm

I walked in my door at 6:40pm

To try and put a visual to how I felt today, I went onto

Google to find a photo of an overcrowded bus in India.

How completely wonderful that I found this photo.

Source

The reason why it is perfect is because on my way home, my

bus goes to Finch Station.

The bus was so full I could taste

the person's breath who was standing next to me.

I almost got a girl's boob cleavage sweat dripped on me as she

reached over to ring the bell.

All I had to do was shake my head from side to side &

I could have motor boated her.

There was for sure a kid with a full poopy diaper

and a couple of SBD's were released by more than one person

throughout the journey.

Thank goodness for strawberry scented chapstick.

I hold it up to my nose to combat the many TTC odors.

Disgusting to read?

More disgusting to experience.

What took the cake was when I finally got

a seat for the last 15 minutes of my trip, a young

drug addict/dealer/hoodlum/menace-to-society

sat in the seat next to me.

He must have been high on speed.

He was hyper, loud, and his arms and

fists came within inches of my face multiple times.

As he and his friends talked about how much money they

make selling weed and how many baby mama's they

have, I had to do everything in my power

to relax my facial muscles to ensure no expression.

I turned up the volume on my mp3 player to

maximum & could still hear him clearly.

Gotye or Trisha Yearwood couldn't drown him out.

I am 100% serious when I say that it was

a situation where I feared if I gave any indication of

irritation, I'd have gotten shot in the face at close range.

I've never complained about this particular detail on my blog before

for fear that it can be interpreted as intolerance or racism.

I will write about it now with the disclaimer that it is not in

any way hateful, intolerant or racist.

It is geographical fact, my experience and how it has

effected me lately.

My bus to and from work goes through the Hood.

The worst neighbourhood in Toronto.

Gangs. Drugs. Crime.

Every weekend, someone gets shot.

It can be in the street waiting for a bus,

in an apartment building stairwell,

a neighbourhood convenience store or

even in a backyard during a party.

The commute over the last 2 days has me on the verge of

multiple anxiety/panic attacks.

I have to talk myself down.

What keeps me calm is knowing there is

no way I can risk getting off the bus in the Hood.

I know not everyone is bad.

I have seen enough bad on this route over the last 3 years to know

that there is enough bad that bad things happen to people

because they were in the wrong place at the wrong time.

I thought that writing about this would be a release, but it has resulted in

my feeling very tense and agitated.

My options are limited.

I could try to find a new job closer to home, but isn't nuts to leave

a secure-as-it-can-be-job in this economy with Adam still out of work?

A car is not an option.

Moving closer to work is definitely not an option.

Maybe a Vespa next Spring?

Get fit enough over the winter to ride

my bike the 23kms each way?

This is why today,

every part of me that is kind, loving, accepting, empathetic,

joyful, optimistic, hopeful, calm, and tolerant was ripped from

my very being.

My coping mechanism?

Chocolate.

Since I have no chocolate I will

pop Harry Potter in the DVD player

and escape to Hogwarts.

On second thought, The Shire or Rivendell might be

the more relaxing choice.

I just might have to say a prayer

for the strength to cope

better than I have been as of late.

Ten On Wednesday

Here are my 10 favorite Yosemite Sam Quotes.

1. "All right! Don't rush me. I'm a-thinking... and my head hurts."

2. "Not that way, you darn galoot!"

3. "No, no, no, hit ME, fragnabbit!"

4. "Great horney toads! A trespasser, gettin' footie prints all over my desert!"

5. " Ooh, belay there, you long-eared galoot! Get aloft and furl the tatter-sole top gallants before I keelhauls you!"

6. "Why, you crazy doggone idjit! Whatcha trying to do, blow us to smithereens?"

7. "Ya crazy, idjit, bedraggled dragon! I warned ya about lettin' your fire get low. Now ya caught cold."

8. " Dragons is so stupid."

9. "Now, ya racka-frackin’ carrot-chewin’ varmint! Get a-goin’!"

10. "Ooooooooooooh, I HATES rabbits!"      

Unpleasant To Inevitable

Unpleasant.

I boarded the bus to come home at 4:10pm.

It was standing room only.

I got to Finch Station at 5:50pm.

It took me 1hr & 40 mins, in a full to

capacity bus to travel 12.2kms.

Why?

Who knows?

It was busy everywhere.

After taking the subway & another bus,

I got home at 6:25pm.

Inevitable.

The TV in our bedroom is dying.

I love my TV.

I bought it over 20 years ago from the American Express catalogue.

I turned it on last week and it made an odd sound.

It's happened before but went away.

Not this time.

My colors are messed up.

The top corners are green.

Here's a shot of the screen.

Yes, I am watching a Zach Efron film - 17 Again.

He's dreamy!

In all honestly, I love his best friend Ned.

Ned is awesome.

I am coming to terms with the fact that

my TV is on death's doorstep.

Pug Communication

I know exactly what Crockett wants.

He has me well trained.

We've been back from our morning walk for awhile.

I picked up a coffee, so when we came inside, I

went straight to my laptop to enjoy

my drink and to get my Sunday fix of Post Secret.

I then felt as though I was being watched.

I very calmly reached for my camera, put

in my memory card and turned around to see this:

See....eyes on me no matter where he was.

Then he let out a big sigh, got up and walked away.

As I was loading the above pictures, he came back.

This time with a pathetic sounding sigh that

I interpreted as, " you don't love me mommy".

He plopped his head on the ground the gave me

another look.

He melts my heart.

I must now be a responsible pet owner

and fill a ceramic bowl full of dry stinky kibble

that he loves & will make him happy with a full belly.

P.S:  Mom, I know my base boards are dusty. Give me a break, I've had the windows wide open the last week. It gets way too dusty here way too fast! They'll be clean by your next visit!  Love you!

quelle belle journée

If the weather all summer was like it is today, I would love it.

Crockett got a bit hot, but once he hit some shade he was

able to cool down enough.

I did take him on a longer walk than normal today.

A tired dog is a happy dog.

I'll make his basket out in the living room all

comfy & he can enjoy sleeping under an open window

with a slight breeze.

We dropped Adam off at the bus stop to run some last

minute chores before our long weekend.

I'm giving thanks this Thanksgiving weekend

for many things.

Mostly, I love spending time with my Adam

and our Crockett.

I am going to relax for the rest of the day,

maybe do some baking.

We have some nice strawberries so maybe I'll whip

up a nice sponge cake.

Here's our walk in pictures.