June 11th 2008 3:22 pm
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Sometimes I see your face and it hurts me to cry. I never went to leave you. You touched my heart, and I hope I touched your's. Your smile was a gift from the angels and your face a gift from god. Your kiss so cold against my fingertips as I cry. Your paws nudging my feet, and I begin to smile. You are here again and I play. Your jump so funny. Your bark makes me laugh as we run and skip. My love for you will never die, and remember that. You fly now, free from worry. But also free from me. Loved, and lost. Time is the demon from hell. No time, is ever enough. I miss your smile, and I miss your bark. I miss your face, and I miss your walk. I miss seeing your face to bring me up when I am down. I miss kissing your nose, and watching you turn away. I wish I had one more time, and one last moment. All I need is the last chance to say I love you, and that I want you. I need one last chance to not say goodbye, but hello. I want to hold you in my arms and never let go. Until then, my friend ♥ I miss you
March 15th 2008 8:51 am
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I've been tagged by Snoopy! Spanks Snoop!
Now I will say five fun facts about me...........
1. I was diagnosed with terminal cancer at the age of 9 and survived with it for 3 weeks.
2. I didn't like toys too much, but I loved socks!
3. I was a go-with-the-flow kinda guy. I'd do anything you wanted me to do!
4. I used to cuddle with the vet assistant!
5. The last song mom heard when we were driving to the vet's was Bubbly.
Time To Tag Some More Pals!...
Tiggles
Jaxon
Oliver
Ashley
&& Candi
December 3rd 2007 1:43 pm
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Mommy is a broadway nerd....so we thought we'd share a thing we like to the The Phantom of the Opera Diary....read it all....it's hilarous!
This is the Phantom of the Operas diary, starting a week after Christine and Roul left, and he mysteriously vanished. Or so they thought
Dear Diary,
Christine and Roul left to her hometown to get married. decided to take up No invitation for me. I have sewing to relieve stress.
Dear Diary,
Quit sewing due to fingers getting caught in sewing machine. 438 band-aids needed. Plenty of crying.
Dear Diary,
Got bored. Dropped another chandelier. Candle fell off and my cape burst into flames.
Dear Diary,
Called Carlotta a floozy. Still looking for left tooth.
Dear Diary,
Went shopping at Osco. Bought 241$ worth of the tic-tacs.
Dear Diary,
Found Christines pet kitten running around lair. Went excellent with brown sauce
Dear Diary,
Reconstructing lair. I needed something to hold all of my possessions. Got kicked out of Home Depot after asking employee if she had a nice rack. I have no idea why.
Dear Diary,
Regret reconstructing lair by myself. Paint turned Day-Glo pink.
Dear Diary,
Went for checkup at doctor. Thinking it was an allergy medicine, I asked for an enema. I was wrong. Holy crap was I wrong.
Dear Diary,
Replaced Carlottas hair care products with whipped cream. I regret nothing.
Dear Diary,
Finally found the chorus girl who was off pitch. When shrunken, her head made a lovely hood ornament.
Dear Diary,
Got drunk. Ran around stage naked during production. Oh, bloody hell.
Dear Diary,
Listened to conch shell for 6 hours, 27 minutes and 21 seconds.
Dear Diary,
Won Sesame Street collection on Ebay. There is a god.
Dear Diary,
Bought new clothes. I feel pretty.
Dear Diary,
Said no to drugs and alcohol.
Dear Diary,
Saw West Side Story. Used 43 boxes of tissues. Have decided to not get off couch until I have learned to snap my fingers.
Dear Diary,
Boiled an egg. It was good!
Dear Diary
Sat for 3 hours in an empty bathtub. Darn water bill.
Dear Diary,
Nothing happened today.
Dear Diary,
Found a dollar. Named it Bill.
Dear Diary,
Lost mask. Had to sneak up on mirror.
Dear Diary,
Baywatch marathon.
Dear Diary,
Today is my birthday. Hallelujah. Christine and Roul sent me a lifetime supply of Avon cover-up. Still have no idea what they were trying to imply.
Dear Diary,
Read a book about the Elephant Man. What a loser.
Dear Diary,
Joined martial arts class. Lost balance and kicked through wall.
Dear Diary,
Finally learned what a Mohawk is.
Dear Diary,
Freak blender accident.
Dear Diary,
Masquerade today. Dressed up as a sandwich. Turns out you cant use real condiments without dripping all over floor.
Dear Diary,
Fell down a well and was saved by Lassie.
Dear Diary,
I now have a collie fur coat.
Dear Diary,
I wrote such a stupid play the other day, so I burned it. It was so pathetic. Just think. I was about to try and publish a play with people running around and singing dressed up as cats!
Dear Diary,
Replaced all of the operas music scripts with scenes from Monty Python.
Dear Diary,
Got Ive got a lovely bunch of coconuts stuck in my head.
Dear Diary,
Went to see Jesus Christ Superstar. Left before intermission.
Dear Diary,
I feel so angry today. I just want to gnaw someones head off. Its that time of the month.
(Not that time of the month, you perv, taxes!)
Dear Diary,
Im confused. I put the lime in the coconut and shook it all up, but nothing happened.
Dear Diary,
I see dead people.
(Of course, I guess thats what you get for hanging out at graveyards.)
Dear Diary,
Carlotta replaced all of my outfits with French maid costumes. Revenge!!!
Dear Diary,
Carlotta woke up today with a shaved head.
Dear Diary,
Got hit today with a carriage. There goes a perfectly good spleen.
Dear Diary,
I remember the Alamo, do you?
Dear Diary,
Spent all day reading a great novel. I found Waldo in 56 places.
Dear Diary,
O.J was innocent, dammit!
Dear Diary,
Practiced Punjab Lasso and hogtied myself. Help me.
Dear Diary,
I can describe pure evil in two words: Rubiks cube.
Dear Diary,
This Halloween, I think Ill dress up as myself.
Dear Diary,
Youll never guess how far I can shove a French fry up my nose. Go ahead and guess!
Dear Diary,
I wish somebody had told me the slang word for condominium was Condo.
Dear Diary,
Spent seven hours running around lair banging two coconuts together.
Dear Diary,
Got beat up by a giant shrimp.
Dear Diary,
Watched three minutes of Bob the Builder. Starting to convertcant get uphelpme..YES WE CAN!
Dear Diary,
Decided Christine was not the girl for me. Now about that Martha Stewartgrrrrrrrrrrrrr
Dear Diary,
Today I turned on the radio to hear some tunes. but no tunes came out. Of the radio. and, then my friends all like, "that's a toaster". So I looked up toasters on the interweb, and found out that they don't make music. They cook bread....
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