Happy Halloween and Happy First Frost to you all!
You read that correctly: tis the end of the grow season for Central Alabama! All of you folks dressed up as Elsa tonight totally nailed it. Shit's gettin' cold!
This is the first Halloween that I haven't gone out to celebrate and it's kind of been awesome.
I've been enjoying my evening reading books (I started and finished The Iron Trial by Holly Black and Cassandra Clare AND finally started Heir of Fire by Sarah J. Maas!) and watching Halloween-themed flicks and cartoons on the television. What could be better?
Adulthood is weird.
I'm not feeling particularly creative, I just felt like posting was obligatory today.
It is cold and windy and Halloween and perfect.
Trick or treat, motherfuckers.
:)
Friday, October 31, 2014
Wednesday, October 22, 2014
A Snippet of Perfect
If you could take a cross-section of Jessica's perfect life, you'd see our five cats frolicking around the house and the four pooches currently in our house snoozing nearby.
Right now I am in love with life.
Now, if you read a previous post, you know that isn't always true; however, more often than not, I love this life.
I love these nine furry bodies and the instant success we are having as a rescue.
I love nesting in this fixer-upper of a house and being so centrally located to everything. It's brilliant.
I love my fantastic boyfriend and amazing family and friends.
Life fucking rocks.
So this is the cross-section of perfection, and it involves etsy.
Etsy is a crafty gal's porn. We are all obsessed. For ages now I have had pet ID tags picked out for our cats on this nifty little Etsy shop. Recently, I started scrolling through looking for an ID tag for River that was just as adorable as the ones I chose for the cats. I didn't expect to fall in lust with these damn pieces of metal.
The people over at Doggone Tags have ruined/made my life because, as soon as I have the funds available, I am buying the crap out of their merchandise.
Without further ado, here are my current obsessions with the corresponding puppy:
1. River (the names and phone numbers go on the back!)
2. Jasper
3. Fable
4. Booker (pending a name change because 'Booker' sounds like 'booger')
Are these not the cutest things you've ever seen? If they aren't then just shut up and humor me, because THEY ARE.
Go check these guys out on Etsy. They are amazing:
https://www.etsy.com/shop/DoggoneTags?ref=l2-shopheader-name
I'll eventually save up the $124.00 it will cost to purchase these gems, assuming my life remains perfect.
Like I said, this is a cross-section of perfect. This perfect life is assuming we can adopt Fable and Booker's new family never comes for him.
Four puppies.
Crazy.
Perfect.
Right now I am in love with life.
Now, if you read a previous post, you know that isn't always true; however, more often than not, I love this life.
I love these nine furry bodies and the instant success we are having as a rescue.
I love nesting in this fixer-upper of a house and being so centrally located to everything. It's brilliant.
I love my fantastic boyfriend and amazing family and friends.
Life fucking rocks.
So this is the cross-section of perfection, and it involves etsy.
Etsy is a crafty gal's porn. We are all obsessed. For ages now I have had pet ID tags picked out for our cats on this nifty little Etsy shop. Recently, I started scrolling through looking for an ID tag for River that was just as adorable as the ones I chose for the cats. I didn't expect to fall in lust with these damn pieces of metal.
The people over at Doggone Tags have ruined/made my life because, as soon as I have the funds available, I am buying the crap out of their merchandise.
Without further ado, here are my current obsessions with the corresponding puppy:
1. River (the names and phone numbers go on the back!)
Are these not the cutest things you've ever seen? If they aren't then just shut up and humor me, because THEY ARE.
Go check these guys out on Etsy. They are amazing:
https://www.etsy.com/shop/DoggoneTags?ref=l2-shopheader-name
I'll eventually save up the $124.00 it will cost to purchase these gems, assuming my life remains perfect.
Like I said, this is a cross-section of perfect. This perfect life is assuming we can adopt Fable and Booker's new family never comes for him.
Four puppies.
Crazy.
Perfect.
Friday, October 17, 2014
Fable vs. Epic: Act II
At some point, somewhere in my Googling, browsing, scanning, reading, I first saw fable used as a proper noun.
Fable.
It struck like an artfully timed chord and reverberated deeply.
Then an adorable ball of love dropped down from the sky like a fuzzy raindrop and landed right on my heart.
Fable.
This perfect animal was intended to be a brief little visitor, her stay with us like a fable: "a short story, typically with animals as characters, conveying a moral." But our love for an animal has never been this profound. We love River. Griffin. Nyx. Liesel. Hyde. Bimini. Jasper. Booker. Lilly. Delta. Cooper. Zelda. Every animal that has come through here; and we will love every single animal that passes through here from this moment forward whether they stay a day, a year, or forever.
And yet, Fable.
We fawn over her every breath. We stare at her as she sleeps. I annoy myself with every status update or Instagram photo that I post about her, but I just don't care.
Perhaps it's our being in our prime child-bearing years that is making our hearts grow three times their normal size and our paternal instincts thrum like tribal drums.
Fable.
I fell deeply in love with the name and proceeded to fall deeply in love with the life that now bears it. And yet, for her, it is a misnomer.
Josh and I cannot imagine this story ending here.
We decided not to let it.
Perhaps we are crazy. In some ways, we know we are. But this is life for us now. It's furry and mysteriously damp and you teach yourself not to smell it. But this is our life.
And it's beautiful.
And it's epic.
epic: "a long film, book, or other work portraying heroic deeds and adventures or covering an extended period of time."
Fable.
It struck like an artfully timed chord and reverberated deeply.
Then an adorable ball of love dropped down from the sky like a fuzzy raindrop and landed right on my heart.
Fable.
This perfect animal was intended to be a brief little visitor, her stay with us like a fable: "a short story, typically with animals as characters, conveying a moral." But our love for an animal has never been this profound. We love River. Griffin. Nyx. Liesel. Hyde. Bimini. Jasper. Booker. Lilly. Delta. Cooper. Zelda. Every animal that has come through here; and we will love every single animal that passes through here from this moment forward whether they stay a day, a year, or forever.
And yet, Fable.
We fawn over her every breath. We stare at her as she sleeps. I annoy myself with every status update or Instagram photo that I post about her, but I just don't care.
Perhaps it's our being in our prime child-bearing years that is making our hearts grow three times their normal size and our paternal instincts thrum like tribal drums.
Fable.
I fell deeply in love with the name and proceeded to fall deeply in love with the life that now bears it. And yet, for her, it is a misnomer.
Josh and I cannot imagine this story ending here.
We decided not to let it.
Perhaps we are crazy. In some ways, we know we are. But this is life for us now. It's furry and mysteriously damp and you teach yourself not to smell it. But this is our life.
And it's beautiful.
And it's epic.
epic: "a long film, book, or other work portraying heroic deeds and adventures or covering an extended period of time."
Fable Tibbs: Born August 19, 2014 -
Thursday, October 16, 2014
Fable vs. Epic: Act I
fa·ble
ˈfābəl/
noun
noun: fable; plural noun: fables
- 1.a short story, typically with animals as characters, conveying a moral.
verb
archaic
verb: fable; 3rd person present: fables; past tense: fabled; past participle: fabled; gerund or present participle: fabling
1.
tell fictitious tales.
"I do not dream nor fable"
ep·ic
ˈepik/
noun
noun: epic; plural noun: epics
- 1.a long poem, typically one derived from ancient oral tradition, narrating the deeds and adventures of heroic or legendary figures or the history of a nation.
- the genre of epic poems."the romances display gentler emotions not found in Greek epic"
- a long film, book, or other work portraying heroic deeds and adventures or covering an extended period of time."a Hollywood biblical epic"
synonyms: long film; informalblockbuster"a big Hollywood epic"
adjective
adjective: epic
- 1.of, relating to, or characteristic of an epic or epics."England's national epic poem Beowulf"
synonyms: heroic, long, grand, monumental, Homeric, Miltonian "a traditional epic poem"
Blowing My Fucking Brains Out
There are moments so deliciously fulfilling and then there are the moments that fill all of the time between where I want
to blow
my fucking brains out.
Today is one of those days where, while I planned to bust my ass cleaning, I spent the entire day, morning, noon, and night, on the phone and out running errands for my OTHER job.
Yes, that job. The one that doesn't pay. The one I do out of the goodness of my fucking heart and my love for animals. The one that costs my every nickel and dime and sweat, blood, and tears; because let's face it, animals are fucking exhausting and it is ALWAYS something with pets.
"There is urine on the floor. Oh look, there's more."
"Our fourth and final iPhone charger is lying is seventeen pieces."
"Something smells like shit. Oh wait. It's shit."
These are the moments that pass between my smiling eyes and glowing jubilance.
Behind every selfless, caring, hard-working individual is their exhausted, beaten down shadow hunched over themselves in tears.
But it passes.
When I'm done washing, mopping, and scrubbing, there are nine plus pairs of eyes staring at me with nothing but love and loyalty.
It's hard work, but it's a choice I make every single day.
I could stop, but I press on.
It's okay to have bad days.
Sometimes you just want to blow your fucking brains out. After all, the silver lining of a pee puddle still smells like ammonia.
to blow
my fucking brains out.
Today is one of those days where, while I planned to bust my ass cleaning, I spent the entire day, morning, noon, and night, on the phone and out running errands for my OTHER job.
Yes, that job. The one that doesn't pay. The one I do out of the goodness of my fucking heart and my love for animals. The one that costs my every nickel and dime and sweat, blood, and tears; because let's face it, animals are fucking exhausting and it is ALWAYS something with pets.
"There is urine on the floor. Oh look, there's more."
"Our fourth and final iPhone charger is lying is seventeen pieces."
"Something smells like shit. Oh wait. It's shit."
These are the moments that pass between my smiling eyes and glowing jubilance.
Behind every selfless, caring, hard-working individual is their exhausted, beaten down shadow hunched over themselves in tears.
But it passes.
When I'm done washing, mopping, and scrubbing, there are nine plus pairs of eyes staring at me with nothing but love and loyalty.
It's hard work, but it's a choice I make every single day.
I could stop, but I press on.
It's okay to have bad days.
Sometimes you just want to blow your fucking brains out. After all, the silver lining of a pee puddle still smells like ammonia.
Wednesday, October 15, 2014
Harrowing & Beautiful
Tonight I whispered with the wind and closed my eyes against its algid breath. I watched as cotton fields erupted into flame at twilight and night descended, extinguishing the sun and lighting millions of candles across the sky.
What blues I've seen in darkness.
What hues I've touched at night.
With shadows birthing monsters
My eyes looked towards falling light.
Enraptured by the silence, I was cast between lives both harrowing and beautiful.
What blues I've seen in darkness.
What hues I've touched at night.
With shadows birthing monsters
My eyes looked towards falling light.
Enraptured by the silence, I was cast between lives both harrowing and beautiful.
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