December 2009




From my family to yours, have a Doggone Wonderful Christmas and a Pupalicious New Year!

your seat mate?

Ok, I was doing some writing for my new European Travel gig over at BellaOnline when I was reminded of a flight HK and I took to Nepal.  We were on this hellacious long flight and had to stop and refuel somewhere in India.  Everybody got off the plane (we thought), and when we re-boarded and got to our seats (in the center row, near the back, how much worse can it get?) there was this nasty man all sprawled-out in our seats, with his greasy head on my pillow and our blankets all wrapped around him. Upon closer inspection, I noticed that he was drooling on my pilllow!!!!!  YECCCCHHHH!!!

Not wanting to touch him, I notified the attendant, who promptly poked him and pulled the blankets off of him. (She was kind enough to give us fresh pillows and blankets without our having to ask.)


Last time we flew together, HK had a total oozer beside him. We were in Thailand, and this man in a suit, who very plainly thought his shit didn’t stink (even tho he was in the back of the plane), proceeded to hog HK’s armrest, and fling open his newspaper practically in HK’s face.  He wasn’t fat, but he was all in our space, and kept shaking out the newspaper (you know how people do that, to get the wrinkles out, or whatever…) the attendant had to bump him every time she walked by, because he was hogging the aisle space, too.

one toke over the line

I once sat in a seat that had been thrown-up on all the way from Miami to Ecuador because there were no other seats. I ended up having to take off my jeans and the stewardess (they were callled that at the time) washed them out for me. I sat in that nasty-ass seat with like, 4 blankets around my lower-half.

Have you had one of these losers sit by you? Maybe someone who has like, 8 drinks on top of what she had in the airport bar? And then she falls asleep on your shoulder??? (And smacks her lips, or pisses herself?)  (I like to fuck with these people real bad, like hide their ticket, or tie their shoe laces together)  Or a seatmate with a particularly disgusting abcess on his ear? (another kind of oozer, but an oozer nonetheless).  Or maybe the worst—a screaming baby directly behind you that keeps pulling your hair –or in front of you and keeps turning around and spitting up)

Share your travel nightmares here. Yours might just earn a spot in my book! (names changed to protect the innocent, of course!)

Last night HK and I went to the Buckhead Fork & Screen (bar/restaurant/movie theater) and saw The Blind Side.  Wow! Great movie! I gained a new appreciation for Sandra Bullock after watching her performance. And Tim Mcgraw–who knew he was a good actor??

For those of you who don’t know, (but I suspect most of you do), the movie is the true story about Michael Oher, a downtrodden, homeless black teen who is taken in by a well-to-do white family. It seemed to me to be an improbable scenerio of trust, giving and love (from both ends).  What we initially see as a hopeless kid from a broken home sleeping in laundromats (because it is warm and dry there) to a 1st pick NFL draft.  

Being adopted by his new family gives Michael the ability to thrive, sure, but the change that occurs within the Tuohy family is the real inspiration of this beautiful family film. Little bitty Leigh Ann Tuohy (Sandra Bullock) has the back of this behemoth teenager, and goes to great lengths to do right by him.  (I am seriously relieved to see her in something other than a silly romantic comedy).  The story rekindles faith in the human spirit and reminds us of the power that comes from belief–in yourself and in others. As cliche as it sounds, it’s true—“you’ll laugh, you’ll cry, you’ll love it!”   Go see it.

Crazy, man!

This weekend, HK and I went to the (close eyes, deep breath, shoulders down, un-clench jaw) mall.  God, it was painful, but had to do it. There was something specific that a certain unnamed someone wanted, so we got up early to beat the crowds.  Yeah, right.  As you may or may not know, going to the mall makes me crazy, and I always swear I’m not going back. But, inevitably, I do go back for some reason, and regret it all over again.

OK, so here’s the kicker. The little something-something that I bought ended-up being the wrong thing, so now I’m gonna have to go back and exchange it.  Shit!

What am I getting at, besides bitching about mall-hell? Just this.  With the holidays upon us, the economy sucking wind, and free-time at an all-time low, let’s consider other options.  Like what?  Well, for example, giving the gift of life, by making a donation to a charity.  Last year about this time I posted a blog with a great list of charitable contributions   that you can give in someone’s name.  Please take a look at the link and come back. I’ll be right here when you get back.

My favorite charity is Best Friends Animal Sanctuary, but I also now like World Vision a lot.  You can donate as much or as little as you like. Examples at World Vision include a family fishing kit for an impoverished family for $40.  Add to that 2 baby chickens for $65 total. for food/harvest your own eggs?  Feed the hungry.  I likeee!  How about spending $50.00 to stock a school in Africa with $700 worth of supplies?? Anywhere from $35-$250 will help free the lives of sexually exploited girls.  Get my drift?

Or how about going a little more local and purchasing a craft or something from someone in your hometown or at a local farmers market?  If you live in Atlanta, check out the gift baskets at Peak of Perfection, a one-woman show who makes relishes, condiments, pie fillings, etc from 100% local produce? (check out her facebook page at Peak of Perfection.)   How about helping out a group of Bhutanese refugees who have been resettled to Atlanta? They make unique baskets out of kudzu vines  (click for the link) !!   BetsyGoddess has gorgeous and very sensual hand-made leather items and jewelry. (i got one of my favorite bracelets from her.)  Want to get rebates on your online purchases? Check out Mo Brock’s site.   Or simply make a donation to your local animal rescue.  

Peak of Perfection basket

Of course, something from your own kitchen is always a lovely treat. Better yet, share a meal with someone you care about. Let them know how you feel about them. Because what it really all boils down to is LOVE, and isn’t that the best gift of all?

A Dog Named Chrstmas


Wow! it’s December, Thanksgiving is behind us, shoppers are out full-throttle, trees are getting decorated, the classic Christmas shows are on TV and all is good.  Well, not ALL is good. 

Did you know that each year somewhere between 6-8 million animals enter shelters?  Half of those are euthanised. That is 3-4 million pets that will  unnecessarily be put to death because they have been thrown away, surrendered, lost, or, due to lax spay/neuter laws, multiplied to exhorbatant numbers.  This is unacceptable in my book! 

Friends and regular readers of this blog know that I am an advocate for homeless animals. This week I watched a Hallmark Hall of Fame book-turned-TV movie  “A Dog Named Christmas“. You may have seen it advertized. A sweet tale of a family with a mentally challenged  son who hears about an “Adopt a Dog for Christmas” program at the local animal shelter. He adopts an older lab, and brings media attention to all of the area’s shelter dogs in need of a temporary foster home just for Christmas, while the staff is away and the dogs will be left alone or minimally cared for. The deal is that they can bring it back on Dec. 26.  

The Shelter Pet project


At the end of the movie, the author of the book, Greg Kincaid, makes a public appeal on behalf of animal shelters across the country.  Foster a homeless pet for Christmas.  And guess what?? Over 2000 animal shelters and rescue groups have agreed to participate.  I LOVE, LOVE, LOVE  this idea! Why not share a few days with an amimal in need who may never have known the joy of having it’s own person that loves him, feeds him and keeps him warm? Even if you don’t keep the pet, (and bets are you will), you have shown him a little ray of light and goodness. 

HK, Kismet, Roxie and I will be driving 10 hours each way to celebrate the holidays with my parents (and their rescued dog, Tessa). It won’t be possible for us to foster a christmas dog this year. But I will do my part  in other ways; dog food drives, donations and standing tall and proud on my soapbox to encourage others to do what they can to spread some joy to a deserving, innocent, homeless pet.