Category Archives: life

eight

Obviously I’m no good at the update-your-blog-everyday thing. So instead, I”ve decided to still find something picture-worthy in each day, but to only post at my convenience. And posting only pictures/days I see fit or interesting-ish.

Recently, I’ve been volunteering a bit with Paws in the City. They are a WONDERFUL organization in Dallas dedicated to saving as many dogs and cats in DFW as possible. I’ve always had a deep passion for animals (mainly dogs) and a large hate for animal cruelty/neglect. Getting involved was easy as pie!

Paws in the City takes in stray dogs that are found as well as shelter dogs that are on the euthanization list. The other great thing about Paws is that they “foster” all the animals that they can. So, instead of puppies/dogs/cats/etc being raised in a shelter, these animals are raised in a home and (hopefully) taught how to behave. They are also each spayed/neutered, up to date on their shots, and most of them are housebroken.

The more I volunteer and share experiences with these dogs, the more I grow to love every single one of them. Seriously, I’ve found about 5 that I’m ready to just wrap up and take home. They all have such huge hearts, playful demeanors, and are ready to find a forever-home.

Sweeney (above) is my ABSOLUTE favorite!! I would love to foster her to see how she works out in my home and with my roommate. The problem is that she already has a foster home. However, in playing and sitting with Sweeney, I noticed that she has tons of fleas….from her foster home….not good! So I’m working on getting her re-fostered [yep you guessed it] into MY home!

Rambo (below) also stole my heart. His 5 brothers and sisters have been adopted, so he’s now alone and a little sad. I held him for almost an hour.
Heart = Melted!

I guess this post has a couple of points:

1. All of this “work” has been everything but work. Instead, I have been immensely rewarded with love, hugs, wagging tails and big licks on the face. Dogs are animals, yes, but they can bring so much light and joy to a family or single person. Never take for granted the happiness they can bring into your life!

2. If you are looking for a dog or cat, PLEASE check out the rescue groups in your city. Rescue animals have pasts…some of them not so pleasant, and some of them left to the unknown. It’s sad and they deserve a second chance at life. Please, before making a decision, check out your local shelters and rescue groups. Petfinder.com is a great site that can help you find the type of dog you are looking for in your area. And I’m always glad to help out if you need it! 🙂

XOX!
Whit

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seven

Did you ever see Benjamin Button? If so, do you remember the scene in which his mom takes him to church so that the Preacher could possibly heal him? The Preacher asks Benjamin “How old are you?” And Benjamin says, in his old-man voice, “Seven..but I look a lot older.”  Every time I hear the word “seven”, I imagine him saying it and giggle a little bit. If you have no idea what I’m talking about, watch the video bleow:

So cute!

How was your Labor Day? Mine was spent partly with the boyfriend and partly with some friends. A friend’s parents were having a cook out, so a few of us went to join in on the festivities. We decided to hit up the sand volleyball courts. If you all remember the blog about my disgraceful tennis skills, then you probably know it’s safe to assume that I’m just as bad at volleyball. I made sure everyone knew, though, and consequently I was picked for teams last. What can ya do?

Sports just aren’t something I’ve ever been good at. But there are other things I’m good at, like listening, reading, baking, cleaning….  Oh gosh, this is terrible! What AM I good at?

This got me thinking a little bit last night. It’s a disappointing feeling when you finally realize that you don’t particularly excel at anything.  Sure, I’m “good” at several things….but what is my strength? What is it that I love to do and am equally as great at doing? The answer to that question, my friends, is I just don’t know. Hopefully one day I will find it.

five

Saturday was a big day! Wesley and I met up for lunch. We decided to go to the famous Rusty Taco that we’ve heard so much about but haven’t had time to visit. I some might disagree, but I must say that it lived up to it’s hype. That could have been partly because I was still feeling some of the effects from the night before. Either way, it was great and Wes agreed!

After that we went to Academy so that he could pick out a new bag for his golf clubs. After perusing the isles for a bit, and playing some extra-mini golf, I decided that golf really isn’t half bad. Although, I still just prefer to be a caddy and drive a cart around. That’s where the fun is!

I spent the rest of the day working on my fairy skirt which turned out to be a complete fail. I was sorely bummed for about 10 minutes, but then remembered that I never claimed to be a seamstress, so I sucked it up. Luckily I live a block away from Buffalo Exchange. They really pulled through for me, as I found an adorable piece that could double as a fairy skirt! Wesley came over in his Titanic of a headdress… why he has this, the world may never know. But he does, and that just makes him cooler.

Add some wings, sprinkle a little fairy dust, and we were off to our party!

on losing my muchness

As a child, I thought grown-ups had it all figured out. They were the lucky ones. No school, no homework, no petty arguments with friends. They had jobs that were fun, had what seemed like an endless supply of money, and were allowed into those mysterious places for only the 21+ group. An adult – that’s surely what I wanted to be!

When I was a non-adult, my problems seemed so apocalyptic. If things weren’t fixed with (BFF’s name) now, if  (boy’s name) didn’t like me, or if I didn’t make cheerleader….well surely my world would end right then and there! Now that I’m what society deems an adult, I’m not so sure about the young-Whitney’s certainties.

You see kids, being an adult isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. Now instead of counting fractions, I’m counting calories. And instead of counting down the days to summer freedom,  I watch the minutes go by until 6:00 so I can be free from the chains of work and go to bed. What I used to think were copious amounts of money are really just tiny amounts that go toward rent and student loans and cell phones and gas…and then if enough is left over, food (and of course a drink).

The truth is that young-Whitney was much muchier than present day-Whitney. Even with all the drama that a preteen girl can admit to, young-Whitney’s mind was still racing with ideas, creativity, wonder and dreams. She taught me that life always goes on, now matter how big your problems seem to be. The world won’t stop turning because things don’t go your way. That is muchy! But now that muchy has jumped-ship. I blame it on the perils of adulthood, but really there is no reason to lose muchness….not for me, not for anyone. So I’m working on getting that muchness back.

And if the biggest problem I’ll ever have is whether I should choose a salad over a hamburger, well then I’d say I’m pretty damn lucky.

nail biting and heart skipping.

this morning while driving, my mind wandered.
meandering thoughts…
why do i  grow my nails out just so i can chew them down on my morning commute?
who thought to put jam on a peanut butter sandwich – and do they get royalties for such a combo?
where have all the cowboys gone?
why can’t my heart fall?

and then it hits.me.
i once loved the idea of l o v e  – the romantic kind.
my heart used to skip beats and fall to the floor just from thinking of a boy
(a specific one at certain times)
now my heart is desensitized. and why?
why don’t you skip beats anymore?
waste.wasteful.wasted.
you are lacking, but you are oh-so-happy.
and that is ok…because i, too, am happy.

i just hope that when the time is nigh
[[because we know you are guarded now]]
you will not fail…
you will fall…
helplessly and hopelessly…
because that will be ok, too.