I’m not what you would call “computer literate”. Or “technologically sound”, which is why I’ve been a coordinator for 3 months and haven’t blogged yet. Well, here I am, after much help and encouragement. I’m told to talk about life and the recent goings-on of my day to day. So here goes:
This weekend I lost my little brothers half boxer, half basset hound puppy. So maybe I’m not “responsible” either. The only problem with that is that at this very moment I am 17½ weeks pregnant, and feeling “irresponsible” and losing a dog is more traumatizing than it would be to someone at my current stage of life.
My family was heading out of town, so my husband and I thought we could have the opportunity to keep Jazzy company so she wouldn’t miss them so much. We brought her home, played with her, and took her to the park as often as possible. Well, when coming back in from one of these trips, the door was not shut tightly, so while we were showering she took off and never looked back. She’s a VERY social animal, so initially we KNEW she’d be at the park, greeting every human or four legged creature with a big slobbery kiss. But, to our horror, NO ONE had seen her but a little old woman who thought she saw her running down the street. I tried to stay calm, but immediately thought of my heartbroken little brother’s face when I told him the news, and instantly started to sob. I prayed over and over that someone nice and kind and honest would find her, whether we were able to or not. And then I kept sobbing.
An hour and a half later (the longest hour and a half of my LIFE), my husband drove up with Jazzy’s head (and mostly tongue) hanging out the passenger side window. I cried some more. I said a prayer of thanks.
I’m so grateful for honest and kind and nice people. And I’m grateful my brother came home and had his best friend to greet him when he walked in the door.
For the next hour, I panicked to my husband. “WHAT IF WE DON’T SHUT THE DOOR AND OUR BABY CRAWLS OUT?!” We’re installing bolt locks and automatic doors as soon as finances permit.

I took my friend to the Suns game on Friday night and after the game we went to a hotel that has a DJ every Friday night and it is a lounge setting with break dancers. We sat down and watched a guy break dance and it sparked my interests even more. I have been wanting to break dance for the longest time, but no one I meet ever teaches it or knows where I can learn. This particular individual we talked to does instruct at a community center every week. This excited me beyond belief. I officially made the decision to make time during the week to begin to learn how to break dance and get into even better shape. This is also what life is about. If you have stayed current with my blogs, you may remember that I once stated that going out for coffee and food with friends and enjoying good conversation is what life is about. Well I found more activities that lead to what life is really about and it is exciting. I am coming back. I was down and out for about a month but I am finding my balance again and I am almost completely back on track. I just need to finish this essay for a class and I will be good. I am also going to try painting for the first time too, I will let you know how that goes. I also want to state something really significant someone said to me yesterday. I was talking to one of my best friends about a class and how I will have to most likely take two Cs this semester and how I have never done that and it is going to significantly lower my GPA. Her response was a question: she asked if I was going to use over it. Meaning was I going to get high because of it. I immediately said “no way” and her response to that was to not worry about it then. She said it is life and no one is perfect. Wow did that make me feel better. It is hard having extremely high expectations and not meeting them, when you have become accustomed to meeting them every time in the past. That is what I will leave you with today.