us, stonehenge :: salisbury plain, uk :: september 4, 2008
Twas the night before Christmas and Tam was home and lonely.
She really missed her man. Oh yes, the one and only.
His mom is sick with cancer, so off he went like Dancer.
Without Rudolph whose nose does glow, my man got stranded in the snow.
From Buffalo to Ohio he tried to go, but Mother Nature kept saying “no.”
His fender, it got bendered and useless his car was rendered.
His car was taken on a flatbed and visions of tires danced in his head.
From miles away, there’s not much I can say…
except F*CK YOU, OHIO! Have a happy holiday!
Hey, I never said I was a poet.
hundred acre wood :: da ‘brook :: 2008
This is, without a doubt, my second most favorite place in the entire world.
Creating this room - even with the handy idea card from Home Depot - was one of the biggest home improvement challenges I’ve ever faced. (And I’ve built walls before - framed AND drywalled!) There was a lot of time spent on this room - sourcing the fabrics, accessories, furniture. I did everything I possibly could to make this room a reality. I knew that when it was done, I didn’t want to look at it and know I half-assed it.
J went to Ohio to spend Christmas with his mom. I should have gone, but life being what it is, I opted to stay home, alone, with the dogs. He barely made it to Ohio - he got stranded in Buffalo on Sunday night. Then he got into a car accident on Monday just as he crossed the border. The accident was nothing. A little fender bender. Everyone walked away. Minor damage to the car - not enough for it to be totaled, but enough for a visit to a body shop. The worst part, for him, was the waiting. It took the cops over 3 hours to get to the accident to write up the report. Then it took forever for the tow truck to get there. He’s not good with waiting.
He’s also not good with the whole talking thing… when he called me again and again and again while waiting for the cops, I knew something was wrong. By the time I got home on Monday, I was a frazzled mess. After I had dinner, I headed up to the Hundred Acre Wood. I even slept there last night. I spent some time up there tonight while on the phone with a good friend. I will probably sleep in there again tonight. (Cue the Police’s “The Bed’s Too Big WIthout You”.)
After my seven year exile in Toledo, I knew that Ohio was the most evil place on earth. A lot of the really bad things that have occurred in my life occurred during my stint as an Ohio resident. My last trip there sucked, too. I decided I was NEVER EVER EVER going back. I figured that since my husband was from there (A souvenir, if you will…), he’d be safe.
Nope. Not so much.
You can be in an excellent relationship, but you never know just how strong it is until something completely f’ed up makes you take a good, hard look at it. Our first test was when my father died. I don’t think I would have made it without him. No, I know I wouldn’t have made it without him. He’s definitely a huge part of what keeps me sane. This week, he got to test me. I think the sweetest words ever uttered by him in our ten years together are “You’re my rock.” Not “I love you.” Not “I do.”
I wish he had a place in Ohio like the Hundred Acre Wood where he could hunker down for the rest of his stay and feel safe and snuggly and warm.
As it is, Hundred Acre Wood or not, I won’t be happy until I’m in my most favorite place in the world - his arms.

the best part of the ucmb bassline: viz, derek & i :: university of ct (frat rock, i think) :: winter 1997
apache :: da ‘brook :: august 14, 2008
People who say having dogs is not the same as having children seriously need to spend a few hours at our house.
Apache is my “special” child. The one with the wild streak. The one with the rage issues. He’s a handful… I’d compare him to a bipolar child. Seriously. I see a lot of myself in him. The wild mood swings, the lashing out, the neediness. There’s very little that is different between the two of us, once you get past the whole, “He’s a DOG” thing. He’s my little boy… in the body of a dog. I think that projecting human-ness on him (while frowned upon by the Dog Whisperer) has actually helped me to understand him better. It hasn’t helped with the aggression towards strangers, but since we hardly ever have people to the house, I’m not as concerned about it as I probably should be.
Much like me when I was younger, he has a stuffed animal that is his constant companion. Actually, scratch that. I had Matthew the teddy bear. Apache has two moosies and a puppy. He prefers the moosies over the puppy, but he doesn’t have a favorite moosie. He goes everywhere with the Chosen One. I think one of my most popular phrases is “No, Poo, moosie doesn’t go outside.” He insists on taking the moosie outside, but once he hits the grass he puts the moosie down and forgets about it. If you pick the moosie up, he freaks out and won’t leave you alone until you give him the moosie back. Then he drops it. Lather, rinse, repeat.
Have I stressed how important the moosies (and puppy) are to him? Good. Moving on…
A few weeks ago, one of the moosies was on Arsey’s love seat. She jumped up on the love seat and threw the moosie on the floor.
Apache walked over to where the moosie landed, picked it up oh so gently and brought it over to where he had been sleeping. When he put the moosie down, he let loose this big, huge, sigh and plopped down.
Arsey watched this whole scene with the largest freaking grin on her face. She knew EXACTLY what she did.
Kids.
Completely off topic & no photo—
I was just checking my stats and this here web site comes up # 2 in searches for “suck blow benedetto” !!!!
I suck, I blow, I’m Benedetto! (Yes, he is THE worst ref in Hockey East.)