chic
skater
student
shopaholic
friend
dancer
daughter
beachbabe
sister
loudmouth
crazy
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Wednesday
I got my new skates and I think I'm pretty much back to normal now. I tried some double sals and some double flips, I didn't land any, but I was as close as I was with my old skates. Well I'm bored. :-P byebye
5/29/2002
Tuesday
Hello! I love the summer... wake up whenever I want (atleast until my summer skating schedule starts lol) and do whatever I want whenever I want to do it. Does any one know how to make my archive links work? If you do, e-mail me at SwtSk812@aol.com thanks!
luv,
5/28/2002
Wednesday
This is so true and so sad.
A man in Grand Rapids, Michigan took out a full page ad in the paper to
present the following essay to the people of the community.
HOW COULD YOU?
By Jim Willis 2001
When I was a puppy, I entertained you with my antics and made you laugh.
You called me your child, and despite a number of chewed shoes and a couple
of murdered throw pillows, I became your best friend. Whenever I was "bad,"
you'd shake your finger at me and ask "How could you?" -but then you'd
relent, and roll me over for a bellyrub. My housebreaking took a little
longer than expected, because you were terribly busy, but we worked on that
together. I remember those nights of nuzzling you in bed and listening to
your confidences and secret dreams,and I believed that life could not be any
more perfect. We went for long walks and runs in the park, car rides, stops
for ice cream (I only got the cone because "ice cream is bad for dogs," you
said), and I took long naps in the sun waiting for you to come home at the
end of the day. Gradually, you began spending more time at work and on your
career, and more time searching for a human mate. I waited for you patiently,
comforted you through heartbreaks and disappointments, never chided you about bad decisions, and romped with glee at your home comings, and when you fell in love. She, now your wife, is not a "dog person"-still I welcomed her
into our home, tried to show her affection, and obeyed her. I was happy because you were happy. Then the human babies came along and I shared your excitement. I was fascinated by their pinkness, how they smelled, and I
wanted to mother them, too. Only she and you worried that I might hurt them, and I spent most of my time banished to another room, or to a dog crate.
Oh, how I wanted to love them, but I became a "prisoner of love." As they
began to grow, I became their friend. They clung to my fur and pulled
themselves up on wobbly legs, poked fingers in my eyes, investigated my
ears, and gave me kisses on my nose. I loved everything about them and their
touch-because your touch was now so infrequent-and I would have defended
them with my life if need be. I would sneak into their beds and listen to their
worries and secret dreams, and together we waited for the sound of your car
in the driveway.
There had been a time, when others asked you if you had a dog, that you
produced a photo of me from your wallet and told them stories about me.
These past few years, you just answered "yes" and changed the subject. I had gone from being "your dog" to "just a dog," and you resented every expenditure on my behalf. Now, you have a new career opportunity in another city, and you and they will be moving to an apartment that does not allow pets. You've made the right decision for your "family," but there was a time when I was your only family. I was excited about the car ride until we arrived at
the animal shelter. It smelled of dogs and cats, of fear, of hopelessness. You filled out the paperwork and said "I know you will find a good home for her."
They shrugged and gave you a pained look. They understand the realities
facing a middle-aged dog, even one with "papers." You had to pry your son's
fingers loose from my collar as he screamed "No, Daddy! Please don't let
them take my dog!" And I worried for him, and what lessons you had just taught him about friendship and loyalty, about love and responsibility, and about respect for all life. You gave me a good-bye pat on the head, avoided my eyes, and politely refused to take my collar and leash with you. You had a
deadline to meet and now I have one, too. After you left, the two nice ladies
said you probably knew about your upcoming move months ago and made no
attempt to find me another good home. They shook their heads and asked....
"How could you?" They are as attentive to us here in the shelter as their
busy schedules allow. They feed us, of course, but I lost my appetite days
ago. At first, whenever anyone passed my pen, I rushed to the front, hoping
it was you- that you had changed your mind-that this was all a bad dream ...
or I hoped it would at least be someone who cared,..... anyone who
might save me. When I realized I could not compete with the frolicking for attention of happy puppies, oblivious to their own fate, I retreated to a far corner and waited. I heard her footsteps as she came for me at the end of the day, and I padded along the aisle after her to a separate room. A blissfully
quiet room. She placed me on the table and rubbed my ears, and told me not to worry.
My heart pounded in anticipation of what was to come, but there was also a
sense of relief. The prisoner of love had run out of days. As is my nature, I
was more concerned about her. The burden which she bears weighs heavily on her, and I know that, the same way I knew your every mood. She gently
placed a tourniquet around my foreleg as a tear ran down her cheek. I licked her hand in the same way I used to comfort you so many years ago. She expertly slid the hypodermic needle into my vein. As I felt the sting and the cool liquid coursing through my body, I lay down sleepily, looked into her kind eyes and murmured "How could you?" Perhaps because she understood my dogspeak, she said "I'm so sorry."
She hugged me, and hurriedly explained it was her job to make sure I went to
a better place, where I wouldn't be ignored or abused or abandoned, or have
to fend for myself-a place of love and light so very different from this
earthly place. And with my last bit of energy, I tried to convey to her with
a thump of my tail that my "How could you?" was not directed at her. It was
you, My Beloved Master, I was thinking of. I will think of you and wait for
you forever. May everyone in your life continue to show you so much loyalty.
The End
______________________
A note from the author:
If "How Could You?" brought tears to your eyes as you read it, as it did to
mine as I wrote it, it is because it is the composite story of the millions
of formerly owned pets who die each year in American and
Canadian animal shelters. Anyone is welcome to distribute the essay for a
noncommercial purpose, as long as it is properly attributed with the
copyright notice. Please use it to help educate, on your websites, in
newsletters, on animal shelter and vet office bulletin boards. Tell the
public that the decision to add a pet to the family is an important one for
life, that animals deserve our love and sensible care, that finding another
appropriate home for your animal is your responsibility and any local humane
society or animal welfare league can offer you good advice, and that all life
is precious.
Please do your part to stop the killing.
Anita & Barney
Pet Care Forum - VIN
members.aol.com:/anitabills
http://www.geocities.com/aolgoldens/anitab.html
5/22/2002
Sunday
i passed my prepreliminary freeskate test today... yay! :-P
5/19/2002
Friday
omg!! the pop disaster concert was sooo kick ass! we originally had upper bowl, row M, then we had upper bowl row H which wasn't bad. then we moved down to lower bowl , like 10th row and sat in 4 empty seats which ended up being someones seats, so they kicked us outta their seats and we moved down to SIXTH ROW right by the stage!!! it was AWESOME! jimmy eat world was pretty good, i didn't know most of the songs though. then green day came out - OH MY GOSH!! they were sooooooooooooooo great, i was like sooo tired from jumping up and down and crap, after their show. i had like nooo energy left for blink 182 (i got some when they played good songs tho, hehe). at first, blink wasn't very good, but it got better. they played 'what went wrong' and 'dammit' , two of their older songs that i love!!!! and then travis had an awesome drum solo where his whole platform was turning upside down and around, u had to see it. it was just a great concert!!! except for the guy sitting next to us was smoking pot and it smelt like crap, and then they like arrested him or something so after that it was cool. :-P today was my last day of school unless i go monday, which is up to me. i am exempt from all my exams!! yeh! im sooo glad school is over, but at the same time, im gonna miss everyone that i wont see over the summer ( hopefully i will see most everyone ), and the seniors!!! well im gonna go.
byebye!
xoxo,
5/17/2002
Wednesday
ah... this past week of school has CRAWLED by... will it ever end? one more week... one more week. i can do it ... right?? ahhh im going insane....
5/15/2002
Saturday
im soooo bored... bored... bored...
5/11/2002
Friday
today is my dance recital's dress rehearsal - but it's not really a dress rehearsal cuz we aren't wearing our costumes. basically it's run through of our dance, on stage where we will be performing it. well i am bored. bye!
5/10/2002
Wednesday
schools almost out. i will prolly never see any of the seniors again, except maybe the ones that live by me. i'll miss all of them!! i luv u, seniors!! hehe. today wasn't a very good day. nothing really great happened, but i guess i can't complain cuz nothin bad happened. well i have nothin left to say... bye bye! I luv ***** + ****!!
xoxo
5/08/2002
Sunday
hey. i have 3 things to say
*sundays are great - i have like nothing to do all day!!
*it really sux when u like someone, and they like you but you can't be together.
*i know this is completely random, but if or when i have kids, i'm gonna name them this:
chicas: jailynn (pronounced jay-lin), harmony, jordyn
guys: joshua justin
5/05/2002
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