For the Kickin' It Old Skool Blog-A-Thon we are making a WISH today!
|our sweet Maxie boy, alert and happy on one of his good days!|
Some of you may know that we have 3 beloved Basset Hounds, and that our oldest boy Max
(13 and a half), was diagnosed with a fatal heart tumor in September, and also injured himself with a fall down the stairs a few weeks ago. He is pretty tough but has had his good and not so good days lately,
which is to be expected considering everything...
Of course I would like to wish that he would be with us forever...but I know that is impossible.
So my wish is that he continues to have more good days than not good and when the day comes that this
is not so, and his not good days are really bad, I wish for him a calm, quiet passing from this world, wrapped in our loving embrace.
Also (on a much lighter note!) today for Gallery 35 of the 52 Photos Project, we are sharing our images of our
(I was going to share our tradition of cutting our tree from our wooded property each year, which is often
a rather humorous event, but then I thought of this tradition of ours which is far more amusing and unique...!)
I'm pretty *into* thrift store shopping. Some might use the term "addicted". But I have lots of really cool, unique, and *cheap* stuff because of my
addiction bargain hunting abilities. One happens to be a life size plastic baby Jesus from one of those outdoor light up nativity sets. I came across him at a local charity thrift store a few years ago, all alone, seemingly abandoned, not swaddled whatsoever! I couldn't think too hard about the fate of the rest of the gang, because it was just too fine of a line between sad and weird to ponder why baby J would be all by his lonesome at a thrift store. I mean, it's better than in a dumpster or out at the curb for trash pick up, but it seems to me that like there should be some sort of more "official" procedure for the disposal of the messiah, plastic or not. But hey, I'm a pagan so what do I know about that kind of stuff? Anyway, I did know that there was no way I could NOT get this practically nekky son of god out of that (godforsaken...heh heh!) place and to his new home with heretics like hubby & me,
where he would undoubtedly have a LOT more fun!
Thus was born our holiday tradition of the often hilarious, sometimes startling game of
"WHERE'S BABY JESUS?!"
(Yeah, sort of like that Elf on a Shelf thing, only way less creepy if you ask me!) And btw, hubby is "winning" so far this season! I really think that the annointed one has so much fun being out of that mangy manger and in silly places for a month out of the year that he doesn't mind being in a box with ornaments, wrapping paper and cards for the other 11 months! He probably needs that long nap after all of his adventures!
Have a great last week before the big deal day!
Happy Me, Laurie.