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I love my mom. And she loves dogs.

So I set up a Gmail account for my mom, who decided recently that she would like to jump on this technology stuff. I taught her how to text not too long ago also, although she seems to like email a lot more. Now, if you haven’t met my mom, I have to tell you that not only is she pretty much the sweetest, kindest, most caring person you will ever meet, she’s Korean and she also loves dogs. Even more than I do, I think. I have a dog named Tucker, who she is in love with, and our family dog, Chewy (or Chuy) lives with her and my dad. She recently dog-sat for my cousin who has 2 dogs, and now that my cousin took the dogs back, my mom is suffering from empty nest syndrome. Today I got this email from her:

Hi baby !
Guess what I got for tucker ?
I got him a snuggie for the dogs
I think it will fit him perfect
I can`t wait to see him in it .
well every one is gone home again
house is quite and chuy she is happy
mommy Misses Ziggy already
well they will be back soon enough I guess i better enjoy
love you mom

I love my mom. And she loves dogs. And I love that she loves dogs. I also can’t wait to see my dog in this:

Dogs.

I’ve had 5 dogs in my lifetime, and none of them have ever done me wrong, even if I didn’t always take them for long walks every day, give them lots of treats or let them sit in my lap. I didn’t even have to wear cute outfits or makeup around them. They all loved me just the way I am, unconditionally. And people have even asked me why I love dogs so much. Because not one, in my entire life, has ever given me a reason not to. Why are we humans so wrong to each other?

Shooting for the Moon.

I’m surprised I haven’t heard more commotion about this. I was browsing the Huffington Post the other day and had to double check to make sure I wasn’t reading The Onion when I came across this headline:

Apparently they are looking for traces of water ice or vapor, and they think that bombing the moon will help find some that may be lurking beneath the surface. The discovery of water ice or vapor could expedite lunar exploration. My first reaction to this was “OMGWTFBBQ. They are bombing THE MOON.” Then, after mulling over it for a couple minutes, I thought, “OK, it’s NASA. These guys are scientists. They must know what they are doing. This has got to be safe.”

But after thinking about it even longer, I came back to the fact that it is, in all reality…THE MOON. Yeah, there are those lingering fears about throwing the entire universe out of balance or a huge piece of moon breaking off and hurdling towards Irvine. But other than that, it’s THE MOON. It’s the guy I see peacefully sitting in the sky every night, blocking the sun for me so I can get some shut eye. The thing we’ve written songs, books and poems about, the thing we all used to want to travel to when we were kids just to see if it really was made out of cheese. I just don’t get it. We’ve become so desensitized to destroying nature that launching a huge chunk of metal at our outer space counterpart just seems OK, just seems logical, as long as we do it in the name of science?

Talking to myself.

via the impossible cool

Anne Sexton was an influential American poet andwriter known for her highly personal, confessional poetry. She won the Pulitzer Prize for poetry in 1967. Themes of her poetry include her long battle with depression. After repeated attempts, she took her own life in 1974.

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So many great artists seem to have such tragic stories or mental illnesses. Incredibly beautiful art comes out of the darkest experiences, but we can’t let that discourage those of us who live seemingly vanilla lives. Not all of us are addicted to sleeping pills, suffered from severe head trauma or are struggling with our sexual identity. Some of us are just, us. But that doesn’t mean we don’t have the ability to produce great art.