Monday, July 27, 2015

Puppy socialization: Egon

   Unfortunately the extreme heat meant that my dogs were not really up for playing with the puppy the way I wished they were. But we had a great time last night with baby Egon, and his parents, Dana and Adam. Even Kismet was fairly tolerant of the rambunctious young puppy.

Friday, July 24, 2015


    This whole summer has been like a highlight reel... every day has been pretty remarkable. This week I'm thankful for my favorite ladies Brenda, Gretchen, and Amy, with whom I had lunch on Wednesday. It was just like old times at work, without the burden of work. How I love these gals—just the funnest, most supportive friends ever. 
    And yesterday the coordinator at JCCC sent the photos of Anya and me with our new BFF, Noel Paul Stookey. Sure, they may not be *quite* as exciting as our photo immediately following Scuba diving with Peter and Christopher Yarrow, but he is every bit as sweet as genuine as those two gentleman... like meeting old friends for the first time. Peter and Paul put on a wonderful show for us, and I'm just feeling so blessed to be surrounded by so many incredible and kind people. Sure makes a girl feel loved!
   These photos crack me up because I'm smiling so much I'm about to break my face. Just. That. Happy.

Tuesday, July 21, 2015

Lil orange tabby kitty

   Mary Ann called me yesterday afternoon in a panic, from a parking lot between our homes. She and Rhonda had found a feral kitten and were trying to catch it before it got hit by a car. The kitten was running frantically from car to car, desperately trying to escape. It was oppressively hot and humid. And they needed help catching him before something terrible happened. So I ran over there.
   It took a lot of time and patience, but I finally grabbed the kitten when he came down from a large truck. He was perched on top of the catalytic converter. He inched ever closer as I started to gain his trust. I knew I had only one chance to snatch him or lose his trust and scare him off completely, and I couldn't afford to blow it. When I knew he was close enough, I grabbed him by the scruff of the neck. He fought back, terrified, but I got him quickly into the carrier in the back of my car and closed the door.
   I went straight to the Cherokee cat clinic to see what their charges would be, and then to the Great Plains SPCA to see what they recommended I do with him. I had a great experience both places, but SPCA had better low-cost options for all of the tests, vaccines, and neuter surgery.
   Once I had him at home for a few hours and spent some time talking to him, it became clear that this was no feral cat… Either someone lost him, or he had been dumped outside. Probably the latter, because an eyewitness who stopped to talk to us said that he has seen other kittens the same age living in the storm drain of that shopping center. Don't even get me started about how much my blood is boiling at the thought of someone dumping sweet kittens who are clearly unprepared to fend for themselves.
   It was also clear that this little kitty had an upper respiratory infection. In between exceptionally loud purrs, he coughed and wheezed. The rest of the family is dying to meet him and keeping watch just outside the door, but I can't risk their health, so I have to keep him in quarantine.
   I did let the dogs in for a quick peek, just so they knew that it was only a cat in here. Not a wild animal.
   I took kitty back to the SPCA this morning to start the tests and vaccines. Instead of getting fixed, they gave him an injection of antibiotics and subcutaneous fluids. He is getting sicker, so he is in no condition to have his surgery right now.
   I've been sharing his pictures on Facebook, and have two seriously interested parties. Once he is well and fixed, I am hopeful that he will quickly go off to his loving new home.
   Until then, I am enjoying loving him. My arm is asleep, but so is kitty. #dilemma 
   He is the sweetest, most cuddly kitten. He even fell asleep laying across my neck last night when I laid down on the floor. Here's hoping he will be a normal, healthy kitten soon--with a happy new home.

Saturday, July 18, 2015

From paradise to Kansas

   Preparing to experience major ocean withdrawal and all the floors are littered with awesome metallic gold coral. Damn you, Miami airport! 

Saturday, July 11, 2015

Sonoma Humane Society

   My buddy Liz hooked me up with another great opportunity to help out the Sonoma Humane Society in Healdsburg, California. Here's my sketch and my finished logos for their "Give Me Shelter" fundraiser coming up in November. I LOVE doing these jobs for a great cause... would sure love to figure out how to make these a full-time, paying gig. Ideas? Please share!

Friday, July 10, 2015

White Waves

   While my passion for the sea is a relatively new discovery for me, it's as if my parents knew it would come to me someday. Jennifer \j(e)-nni-fer\ is of Welsh origin, and the meaning is "fair and smooth." From Gwenhwyfar, which also can mean "white waves". Variant of Guinevere.
   Better late than never... the net has been cast and I am squarely entwined in it!

Tribute to Ryland

   My sweet friend Ryland Lundy passed away unexpectedly while I was in Hawaii. He was only 32. The news was so shocking and I was so far from home that it still doesn't feel real to me. And my flight returning was cancelled and rerouted, so unfortunately I missed his memorial service with friends. But I was there in spirit.
   We met through Britten's yoga class and chatted at her parties. And before long, I knew I could always count on him to see rap concerts with me. In fact, he's my ONLY friend who wanted to go. So we'd grab sushi and catch some good/bad music: Kanye West, Kanye AND Jay-Z, T.I., Lil' Wayne, Keri Hilson, Rick Ross, Drake, Far East Movement... you people don't know what you were missing! We had a blast!
   I feel that in the end, Ryland knew me better than I knew him, because he was so caring... he texted me to check in regularly, and was always asking me how I was doing, particularly after I lost my job. He didn't talk about himself nearly as often as he asked about me. He was very interested and active in politics and sports (Duke, Chiefs), and a very hard worker (I know I'll never have the stamina for the restaurant industry, but Ryland took it all in stride and worked very, very hard without complaint). He always had a smile on his face. I'll always remember him as a selfless, caring person. And I'm grateful for the 5 or so years we've known each other.
   The last time I saw Ryland was just a few weeks ago. I was stressing from a bunch of work I needed to get done. He texted to check in on me, and asked me out to dinner. I declined, feeling too pressed for time. So instead, he came over and joined me at my dining room table with a large bottle of his new favorite beer to share. We sat and talked for hours while I worked.
   We've learned that Ryland died from an aneurism of the aorta. Frankly, it just isn't f***ing fair for such a great guy to be gone so soon.
   The day that Britten texted me that our friend had passed, I was sitting at my hotel in Kona, chatting with one of the young ladies on the housekeeping staff. Her cute little son was running around. I asked his name… And it was Ryland. You could've knocked me over with a feather. I've never met another Ryland before. This kid reminded me of our friend: warm, happy, sweet… A teddy bear of a guy.
   I tend to notice signs and connect dots in the universe, and for me, seeing this happy kiddo named Ryland made me believe and hope that big Ryland is happy, free from his physical pain and smiling down on us. We love you, buddy.

Thursday, July 9, 2015

Dragon's child

   Here's a shot from the seahorse farm I visited on the big Island. One of my Japanese friends just told me that the word for seahorse is たつのおとしご (tatsunootoshigo). "Tatsu" is "dragon", "no" is "of", "otoshi" is "illegitimate/bastard", and "go" is "child". So a seahorse is the bastard child of a dragon. Pretty funny!