Tuesday, November 25, 2008

In Rememberance

As the animals that we choose (or that choose us) to be pets often become a part of the family as much as any human, it's only natural to mourn the loss of a cherished friend when their time comes.

Sage was the first dog that lived inside our house since I was just a toddler. After Mom and Dad had to put their Dobermans to rest, there was no real emotional attachment to future pets for my Dad, and it was understandable. It's hard to lose someone that has a large presence in your every day life, whether it be human or pet. But then Sage came along, a little Mountain Cur puppy with gorgeous topaz fur and eyes to match, and stole all our hearts. Although Ginger would be added a few months later, and Storm a little over a year later, Sage was always Daddy's baby boy. He was a hunting dog, a companion, a cuddle buddy and as a lot of pets are, spoiled rotten.

I accidentally lost Sage a few years back while I was home for Christmas. One morning when leaving the house, I didn't get the door completely shut and by the time Dad woke up the door was wide open and Sage had disappeared. Dad spent three days trying to keep himself busy around the house while taking time every few hours to drive around the countryside to see if he could find him. And I felt so guilty for being responsible. Dad had printed fliers to put up in the small country store a few miles from our house in case someone were to see him, and thankfully a lady called not too long after to say that Sage had been sleeping under their car and must have gotten hungry enough to finally climb onto their porch for the food she had left out. And I know that as sad as my dad was in those three days that he thought his buddy was gone, I can't imagine what he must feel right now to know that he's not coming back.

It was pretty short notice with all of this, something that has probably just come to light in the past few months. One of those deals where when you finally realize there's something wrong it's really already too late. I'm just glad that we got the pleasure of spending three and a half loving years with Sage and that he's in a better place. Rest in peace Bubby. We'll miss you.

Monday, November 17, 2008

Under the Covers- Part 2

A second post dedicated to cover songs. I don't think the first one really came up to its full potential and since I'm in youtube mode, here ya go :)

First up is Miss Leona Lewis, this performance being pointed out to me by my lovely Flo. Seriously, she and I share youtube music like it's going out of style. This is Leona's version of Snow Patrol's "Run"

Nastasha Bedingfield is one that although I can't stand to hear "Unwritten" any more (thanks to The Hills), she has so many other songs that I love. Here is her version of Keane's "Somewhere Only We Know"

There are few people left out there who haven't heard Katy Perry's "I Kissed a Girl". This is McFly's version of the hit.

I've always had a soft spot for (most) of Eminem's stuff, the movie 8 Mile included. For some reason, I've always been drawn to the song "Lose Yourself" from that. And here's an interesting version of it from The Script

And no post concerning cover songs would ever be complete without an obligatory Me First and the Gimme Gimme's version of something- this one in particular, The Jackson 5's (or Mariah if you prefer) "I'll Be There"

Sunday, November 2, 2008

A Little Bit of Life

Not that life is boring, but it's just been a little slow going recently. Which is perfect considering the summer was so fast paced, it flew by before I had a chance to turn my head and watch it go. Being lazy has become one of my more favorite past times, after my initial gumption with my etsy store wore off. Not that I don't love being creative and such, it's just that I have a habit of diving head first back into my hobbies and then getting burned out. It's okay though. I've still got two quilts that are in the works and cornwarmers to help make for Christmas presents.

Justin and I got to have our first Halloween together and our first time handing out candy at this residence. He didn't move into the house until November last year, so this was his first year too (happy anniversary to buying the house!). We had a handful of kids that stopped by, so we definitely have quite a bit of candy leftover which isn't going so well for my previously snack controlled evenings. I'd just started feeling changes in my body since being active in the Krav Maga classes for about two months now and here I am shoving chocolate into my mouth every time I walk into the kitchen. It's all about portion control, lol.

We've got to figure out when a good time is to go grocery shopping on the weekends. We started out by going on Sunday evenings and after that proved trying, started going right after noon. Were both starting to grow weary of the masses yet again, and today I said we were going to have to give midnights on Saturdays a try just to see. Should we attempt this experiment in the near future, I'll be sure to let you all in on the results. Anything to help my fellow man.

Nineteen (almost 18) more days til Twilight comes out in theaters! I can't help but feel like a 15 year old for my internal obsession with the series, and more specifically Edward Cullen, but as I re-read Twilight this past week to gear up for the movie, I found myself yet again wishing that Justin would somehow become a vampire. Sad, yes. But I do have a big imagination. And he does dazzle me, so it'd be fitting. I'm excited for my date opening night with Emmy so we can wear the bracelets she bought us (fashioned after Jacob's gift to Bella) and I'm seriously considering buying a shirt I found that quotes Edward: "You are exactly my brand of herion." I wasn't this bad about Harry Potter people, and I preordered the last four books.

Sigh. Seven o'clock and it's already been dark for an hour. Although, it does play pretty well into my being lazy past time...