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We Want a Dog

We want a dog.

So it’s a serious issue when, as a couple, your lifestyle doesn’t represent a responsible space for living with a dog.

What does that say about your life?

It means you either need to give up on connecting in a meaningful way with the wonderful species of canines, become cat people, or find a new lifestyle.

Wanting but not having a dog is equivalent to failing to connect to the color green, or to great spaghetti sauce, or to laughter.

And yes, cats are fabulous, if you enjoy a life of domesticated service and don’t have allergies to cat saliva, disdain, or shredded everything.

So when the “wanting to but not being able to” light bulb went off in our collective head this month, it served as yet one more confirmation that the time has come to make some changes.

Ready?

We’re making some changes.

We’re also communicating with the Southern California Poodle Rescue Operation, and have bought the book “[easyazon-link asin=”B00BR9WLR8″ locale=”us”]The Art of Raising a Puppy[/easyazon-link]” by the monks of the New Skete Monastery.

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Stand by… Things are going to get very wriggly, and warm, and wonderful around here…

Flashin’ the Wipers

Unless you’re a blogger (or a blogger couple, a much rarer breed) committed to exposing the more digestible personal foibles of your life…

… you’re probably the type of user who prefers to commit your errors in private.

But even the most die-hard “doofus moment” protector…

… will at some point face the experience of ranting against some defective piece o’ sh!t…

… only to gain the character-enhancing humility of being busted with a “user error.”

And this is why we have friends.

Rick Jamison, Cartoonist

This was my favorite one. Depending on where my eyes land when I see it, I snort out loud for one of several reasons:

a) That the giraffe feels the need for accessories at all.

2) That he came up with a table full of critters with no neck, voting on a proposal to standardize on drop earrings.

III) That he captured the grim reality that in almost every business meeting on the planet, there is predictably one squawking spokesbird willing to speak for everyone, one automatic naysayer who sits, back turned to the productive end of things with thumbs permanently in the “down” position, and one dozer who has made an art form of snoozing through meetings without drooling or snoring.

This is the skill of a great cartoonist: to tease out into plain view the resonating ridiculousness of what passes for serious human business.

Rick has been doing that from about the second grade on.

And in a world that measures quality and relevance in terms of commercial acceptance and monetary success, we’re genuinely chuffed that 28 of his cartoons are finally in a printed, bound, and published book.

Available on Amazon.com. And kindle. And other places, even.

Of course, this doesn’t “make” him a real cartoonist, any more than being represented in a gallery “makes” you a real painter or being downloadable from iTunes for 99 cents “makes” you a real musician.

We can tell you this, though: having had the chance to illustrate The Ten Commandments for Effective Standards by Karen Bartleson does make him pretty dang jazzed.

Happy Mother

Twenty-six years old, with three children, in five years…

I thought the laundry would never end.

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It didn’t, but it sure has slowed down.

The part that did end was the moment-to-moment delights of walking alongside three of the most amazing people I know as they found their way up, out, and into the world.

I wish I hadn’t focused so much on the laundry.

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I think that’s why the prospect of being a grandmother is so exciting.

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I won’t be the one facing the daily mountains of tiny socks and t-shirts…

I know how fleeting is the time of read-alouds, sing-a-long bath times, and turning stones over on the beach…

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And this time, I know enough to slow things down and soak in as much as I can of enjoying my own precious children as they raise theirs.


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Through Ant’s Eyes

Over the years, we’ve become fond of pretty much any ice cold adult beverage ending in “ini.” In fact, we’ve been known to make up our own for special occasions.

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Every four years, we have “electorinis.” A pre-Mountain Winery evening nosh is often served with “concertinis,” and then there’s the ever popular Friday-night-while-grilling-burgers “balconinis.” So when Sean extended an invitation to join the gang at Ant’s Eye View to celebrate the opening of their Silicon Valley operation with “heavy appetizers” and “antinis,” he had our attention.

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We got to meet the rest of the AEV colony and many of their very cool friends and colleagues.

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But best of all, we had permission to hang out on the floor and shoot from an angle not normally approved or understood.

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And they’re absolutely right: the view from the ground up is fascinating.


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The Talking Game

The conversation went something like this:
My brilliant friend, Nancy Ganz: “Kathy, you are so smart.”

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Me (stunned): “Huh? Why on earth do you say that?” (Compared to Nancy, I couldn’t think my way out of a paper bag.)
Nancy: “Because in a group conversation, you always have something relevant or witty to chime in with.”

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Me: “Nancy, are you kidding? Okay, so I can ping-pong a fairly rapid babble, but you! Every time you open your mouth, perfect pearls of wisdom come flowing out, and when you’re done, you can actually stop.”
Nancy: “Yes, but until I have a thought completely formed in my head, I can’t seem to get anything out. People think I’m shy in groups. I’m not shy… I’m just slow! By the time I have something ready to say, they’ve already switched topics and moved on.”

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Me: “Wow. I, on the other hand, rarely know what I think about anything until I’ve heard myself talk about it. People think I’m gregarious, but I just have an external thought-processing loop. You have an internal one.”
Nancy: “Maybe neither one of us is all that smart. Maybe we’re just on the extreme opposite ends of the spectrum of how people think.”

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I thought that was pretty clever of her.


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Utrecht On the Nightstand

When you’re really excited about something, you can’t help but share.

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Rick loves to paint and draw cartoons, so he often wants to “share” exciting new developments in the painting and drawing world, even if it’s a simple meander through art supply land at 11:48 p.m… on a school night.

Honestly, open this Utrecht link and see if you aren’t strangely excited, too.

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At this point in a day, I, on the other hand, am almost always giddy with the prospect of shutting out as much light as possible while still allowing for a good, brisk circulation of cool night air, and bidding farewell to yet another wonderful day.

Sleep, baby. I’m talking sluuuuhm-ber.

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A little secret, just between us kids? Falling asleep to the voice of the one you love looking forward to the amazing possibilities of tomorrow at 60% off?

Priceless.


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