This was taken in 2010, back when my mom, the dogs and I lived in a townhouse before buying the house she lives in now. This is one of my favorite pictures of Dusty (may he rest in peace).
I’ve been sorely missing Phoenix these last few weeks — and especially these last few days. When I came across this picture of her today and saw the date it was taken, I knew I had a prime candidate for another installment of Today in Jo History.
This was taken in 2012 — during the several months I lived with my mom before I moved in with Bob. My favorite thing about living with my mom was that it meant living with Phoenix. She’s my baby-girl, and we’re just like this *crosses fingers*. She would sleep with me every night, and loved to burrow under the covers and snuggle with my legs.
So, I don’t know if you know this — even though I totally mentioned it in my homage to Xander Wilson back in August — today marks the fifteenth anniversary of my favorite holiday, which I have decided should be called The Day My Parents Brought Home a Little Brother for Dusty Day.
Definitely the best investment my family ever made. (May Dusty and Xander both rest in peace.)
In other, completely-unrelated-to-April-Fool’s-Day news, deviantART (where I post most of my artwork) has this crazy awesome new feature called thoughtART. You can MAKE ART WITH YOUR MIND! I totally used it and thought a painting into existence. My subconscious mind named it Squeals of Kittens, and it’s definitely the best painting I’ve ever painted with my brain.
Then, I decided to check in at DramaFever (where I watch all of my K-Dramas) and would you believe they’ve got a new feature too? They are replacing all subtitles with emoji — you know, smilies and emotive icons and what not.
Well, I couldn’t understand all of that gibberish emoji stuff (it’s not really my thing), so I went to ThinkGeek to shop for some fangirl paraphernalia. I they now have Rosetta Stone: Learn to Speak Klingon — which is GREAT news because now when I watch episodes of Star Trek and TNG, I won’t have to read the subtitles when they’re speaking in Klingon! Isn’t that awesome?!
I thought so. xD
Holding Dusty — my very first canine companion — while rocking my wire-rimmed glasses of yesteryear. Taken on March 31st, 2005 (about a year after I graduated high school).
I’m tired, but I can’t sleep. So, I find myself blogging from my iPad while sitting on my bed with Bob softly snoring as he lay next to me. I hate it when I’m in this state. It happens every so often, but I don’t really know what to do about it.
I suppose I should be grateful to my WordPress app, because it gives me an alternative to watching K-Dramas. Those are a really bad way to try lulling myself to sleep because I get so absorbed in the story line, waiting desperately to see what is going to happen next… and waiting some more because the story is so drawn out. I think that’s what I like about them so much, honestly. They go into painstaking detail with the development of the story, in ways most novels and movies can’t, and the way most American TV shows won’t.
So, why can’t I sleep?
Because I can’t shut off my brain.
I’m thinking about what I made for dinner tonight and ideas it gave me for in the future.
I’m thinking about our plans this weekend. Bob is going to take me to see The Mortal Instruments: City of Bones tomorrow night. (Assuming I don’t want to go to bed early after this sleepless night.)
I need to find a doctor and make an appointment. That’s been on my mind a lot lately.
Ideas for The Pillow Game. Feeling guilty for neglecting so many of my creative projects…
And I’m thinking of Dusty and Xander. How I’ll never hug them again. They are both ashes now.
We still need to unpack the boxes that are piled up in our closets. It’s driving me nuts that I still don’t know where everything is in my own home.
I’m worried about my mom. She’s under a lot of stress right now for several different reasons.
And I’m thinking about the depression that never seems to fully go away no matter how happy my life is. It bothers me that it follows me everywhere. I might need more than one kind of doctor…
When I was six years old, my parents got me a puppy. Despite the many years since that day, I remember it well. My parents shuffling me outside at my grandparents house because they had something they wanted to show me. What I found was a cute little Yorkshire Terrier with floppy ears. We named him Dusty — formally Dustin Alexander Wilson — and he became my best friend in the whole world. My mom later told me that she had always been a little jealous of the bond that Dusty and I had, and when I was fourteen we welcomed another cutie to our family.After being part of our family for thirteen years, we said goodbye to Xander today. I guess I have decided the best way to deal with my loss is to write about it.