Friday, July 25, 2008

The Most Dangerous Place in Town

We were bored. So we went to the local animal shelter. To "visit" the animals. Because we knew a visit from a bored family would lift their spirits. That's what every homeless animal living in a kennel in an overcrowded shelter wants. We were to hold the kittens, to walk the dogs, to play with the puppies. We did all these things ... for two hours.

And we came home with this.






And this.

We were supposed to bring home this.

But she has an unfortunate case of heartworms. So I cried. And stood in the heat of the animal shelter parking lot, tapping complete strangers on the shoulder, asking them what I should do. I called friends, neighbors and a vet. With a 50-50 vote, I ultimately decided that I am not Angelina Jolie and can't help EVERYbody. And then I cried some more, even though I was assured that she will be FINE and that she is a very desirable dog and will be scooped up Just Like That after her treatment.

Our two new pets join this.



And this.



Together, they help make this.


Monday, July 21, 2008

Rewind, Then Fast Forward

This '80s flashback gives a nod to the VCR and will harken back to the days of rewinds and fast forwards and a lot of jumping around until you find the place you were looking for. I've simplified matters by providing quick links that are as easy to navigate as pressing a key. No flashing "12:00." No cursing the VCR remote.

First, rewind to here to read my response to one of the best reads of 2008, The Geography of Bliss.

Then fast forward to this, written by a philosophy professor who teaches at my alma mater, which is affectionately known around these parts as God's Country. You will, I promise, laugh out loud at her take on the social and cultural nuances of east Alabama. And laugh all you like, but know that the majority of AU alumni spend their adult lives trying to figure out a way to crawl back, make a living and raise a family in One of the Happiest Places on Earth. When I told her this, she heartily agreed and shared that her neighbor (a '70s alum) did just that. He commutes to Chicago. From east Alabama.

(A footnote: Only 40 days until kickoff. Oh. My. Gosh. ...... To learn more, click here.)