Because it could end in a heartbeat
Because it could be over tomorrow
Because life is too short
A car accident
A bad fall

Because it’s easier to laugh
Because it’s more fun
Because you feel better

Because it just doesn’t matter enough
Holding a grudge
Being right
Proving a point

Because you’re best friends, and you’re in it together



Last night I went running in Mill Creek with Arnie, Red and Zambonie (a wonderful, skinny German Shepard who’s visiting us while her parents are living it up in Maui).

We’d covered about half a mile before coming upon one of the many empty pieces of pipe along the Pipeline Trail (hence...). Suddenly Red charged the pipe opening with a fervor I’ve never seen from the relatively mild-mannered Heeler. Something was in there, and Red didn’t like it.

It occurred to me as I considered the light rain and cold, muddy ground, that the pipe’s occupant could be a rattlesnake. (I was thinking, you see, of the episode of Meerkat Manor in which brave little Shakespeare gets attacked by a puff adder.)

“Red, COME!” No response. That’s odd for Red. With Arnie, I’m used to calling two, three, nine times. But Red almost always listens on the first call. This was worrisome, especially because Arnie was close behind, peering into the pipe behind his big brother.

(Zambonie, for the record, was 25 feet ahead of us on the trail, looking back at the boys, plainly annoyed.)

At once Red and Arnie tore into the pipe, chasing the creature that was now darting from the other end. A black creature, smallish. A black and white creature. With a long tail and a stripe on its ba....oh my god, my boys were just sprayed by a skunk.

Red flung himself on the ground in the aftermath of the spray, scooting his head in the dirt and rubbing his eyes. He seemed ashamed and disgusted, the continued self-flinging a form of beratement. “No need to punish him,” I thought. “He’s doing it for me.” Forlorn and wide-eyed, Red’s ears were back in submission.

I looked around for Arnie, assuming that he’d be reacting similarly. Typical, though, of my sweet, dopey little retriever, Arnie was sprawled in the middle of the trail eating a stick. “Arnie!” I said, surprised. He paused momentarily, looking up at me with his “I am a canine gargoyle” face, cocked his head, and went back to gnawing bark.

He didn’t seem to notice that he had just been sprayed by a skunk.

As Red continued a display that would have put the monks of Opus Dei to shame, Arnie rolled over onto his back with a “please scratch my belly” look.

Five baths, one scrub with a dubious sounding combo we found on the internet (hydrogen peroxide, liquid soap, baking powder), and a whole lot of hosing down later, the boys were allowed back into the house.

Arnie, completely unaffected by the spray, the baths, the hose and the banishment from the house, hopped onto the couch between us like nothing had happened. Red curled up on his bed and proceeded to whine for the next 24 hours.

We get it. He’s sorry.

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I also adore:

(That’s the “disapproving rabbits” site)


I believe I’m turning into my grandmother. But without the shrinking. Yet.

And this:
It’s just so funny....

Make Funny

Other Peoples’ Blogs are funnier than mine. Maybe I’m using this tool the wrong way. Maybe it’d be better to use this blog to make me laugh, which seems to be all it takes to settle me down. Well, laughter + not feeling fat.

Mostly not feeling fat.

But laughter is good, too.

The following make me laugh out loud:
Get Fuzzy
Anything from Seth McFarlane
David Sedaris
Amy Sedaris
Kids in the Hall
The State
Larry David
Arrested Development
David Rakoff
The Onion
Dooce.com - and she's in Salt Lake!
The Daily Show
Steven Colbert
General silliness of any kind



It’s easy – that crinkly-eyed smile, slight turn of the head. When I give it I know exactly what I’m doing, which leads me to think that others’ might, too.

When I get it, though, when I see it from Brad, it opens my heart right up before I have a chance to stop it.

When Brad throws his head back and starts to laugh, it’s that millisecond before sound comes out, that short intake of breath, that’s when it happens. That’s when I’m charmed completely and uncontrollably. When I know I’ve made him laugh, when he’s delighted. That’s what does it for me.

Laughter, I’m realizing, is everything for me.


Don't be like this...

"The ones who don’t do anything are always the ones who try to pull you down."
-Henry Rollins

Instead, be supportive. Be compassionate. Be a friend.

This is a good one to remember.

Older and Wiser

Earth Verse
-Gary Snyder

Wide enough to keep you looking
Open enough to keep you moving
Dry enough to keep you honest
Prickly enough to make you tough
Green enough to go on living
Old enough to give you dreams

Because there’s always something bigger, something more powerful, something that matters a hell of a lot more than the reason for the tears or hopelessness.

And even after dark, when old demons come calling and fear fills the hollows, the truth is: it’s fine. Breathe. Stretch. Love and love fearlessly. Allow yourself to be vulnerable without thinking that your vulnerability will last forever. Allow yourself to move past anger without thinking that you have to be right. When it comes down to it, it doesn't matter who's right. What matters is that at the end of the day, there's love, friendship and compassion.

Allow yourself to trust completely.