this got the core of me .... baxter.

"Our 14 year old dog, Abbey, died last month. The day after she died, my 4 year old daughter Meredith was crying and talking about how much she missed Abbey. She asked if we could write a letter to God so that when Abbey got to heaven, God would recognize her. I told her that I thought we could so she dictated these words:

Dear God,

Will you please take care of my dog? She died yesterday and is with you in heaven. I miss her very much. I am happy that you let me have her as my dog even though she got sick.

I hope you will play with her. She likes to play with balls and to swim. I am sending a picture of her so when you see her You will know that she is my dog. I really miss her.

Love, Meredith

We put the letter in an envelope with a picture of Abbey and Meredith and addressed it to God/Heaven. We put our return address on it. Then Meredith pasted several stamps on the front of the envelope because she said it would take lots of stamps to get the letter all the way to heaven. That afternoon she dropped it into the letter box at the post office.

A few days later, she asked if God had gotten the letter yet. I told her that I thought He had.

Yesterday, there was a package wrapped in gold paper on our front porch addressed, ‘To Meredith’ in an unfamiliar hand. Meredith opened it. Inside was a book by Mr. Rogers called, ‘When a Pet Dies.’

Taped to the inside front cover was the letter we had written to God in its opened envelope. On the opposite page was the picture of Abbey & Meredith and this note:

Dear Meredith,

Abbey arrived safely in heaven. Having the picture was a big help. I recognized Abbey right away.

Abbey isn’t sick anymore. Her spirit is here with me just like it stays in your heart. Abbey loved being your dog.

Since we don’t need our bodies in heaven, I don’t have any pockets to keep your picture in, so I am sending it back to you in this little book for you to keep and have something to remember Abbey by.

Thank you for the beautiful letter and thank your mother for helping you write it and sending it to me. What a wonderful mother you have. I picked her especially for you.

I send my blessings every day and remember that I love you very much. By the way, I’m easy to find, I am wherever there is love.

Love,

God

this is why i chose to instill faith in people. sometimes when you least expect it, humanity surprises you and touches you in ways you wouldn't think possible.

I seriously just cried, and still am. i miss Tootsie.

Okay okay. i know. how longs it been this time? my calculations are yielding a little over two weeks. damn it. soo i cant stay faithful to my blog. dont shoot me. with all that has been goin on in my little hott mess of a life, how couldya blame me?! since my last little (haha) update ive joined the bandwagon of annonymity, also known as formspring, aka yet another distraction from everything else i have going on in my life. great decision....haha. additionally to my sad and pathetic type type typin away answers to the 950+ questions ive been asked on that god foresaken site, ive also gone thrifting in the city, gone to classes admist the wintery snow globe of a forcast, cheered my last basketball game of the seassonnn, and journeyed up to the almighty State for their university wide holiday known as State Patties Day. whew! i know. lots to take in. and tons to deal with. but that being said, its been a hell of a curve ball of fun! with so much accomplished i'm gettin' my grove back ... chyea like the emperor, and hopefully beating my ongoing power struggle known as : D against The Blog. to post or not to post?!

I declared my self full force to the improvement of all that is D. so i think its time to commit furr realll this time. strap yourselves in my doves, i've gotta whole bunch of new ish to share!

xxx (and some o's if yah luckayy)

D.Talesss

Ask me whatevvaahh you vantt to know!

Okay so i made the leap onto the bandwagon. i am now an offical formspringer hahaha i think its quite fun. totally cheesy and completely unneccessary but super fun hahahha. so please! ask me thinggggsss! anything ya want.

Click heeeyahh to view my profile. but if not just type in your question and ill get back to ya!

There are two kinds of secrets : those we keep from others, and the ones we hide from ourselves.

So i was playing around online...haha big surprise and i saw that Postsecret has branched out to the social network that is facebook. I first heard about Postsecret 5 years or so ago, walking through a Barnes&Noble i stumbled upon a big stack of their published secrets and ended up sitting reading every single one for at least an hour. its a frighteningly beautiful project that im a huge supporter of, consisting of anonymous confessions written on simple post card sized pieces of paper. any medium. photographs, notebook paper, anything. they come from people all overrr, all you have to do is send it away in the mail. I have yet to contribute to it but i definitely plan on it. i found myself watching this video a couple of times for some reason, its haunting and sad and funny and just so real. its rare things like this that makes life so much more meaningful :) heres the videooo.

candy hearts. no identity . too much drinking haha.

I dont know what it is about Valentines Day ....

...Oh wait. thats right. i do know... its actually quite simple to put a pin on. it lurks. slowly creeping in until you feel like youre drowning. wallowing in pure self desolation. hahaha oh Valentines day. the single most over - commodified fake holiday, why do you have a way with making all singles feel like crap about themselves. In reality its a double edged sword. its a day to embrace the fact that either yes, youre alone, or yes, your signigicant other is peer pressured into doing something special for you, when in reality they should want to do special things for you everyday. and if they forget..well than that just blows too.

its okay though. like the eternally single gal i am, ive accepted that some things are better enjoyed alone on valentines day. like sleeping. and eating chocolate. and hott showers. although i can imagine a hott shower with a partner would be nice. then i wouldnt have to wash my own hair haha. anyways. Sure, i would have loved being asked to dinner, or surprised with flowers. but my time has just not come yet it seems. fml. hahahaha i found it hysterical all the funny things posted on facebook though. it was quite the rollercoaster of emotions. some people love it, some hate it. some hate it so bad i get the impression of contemplated suicide.

but cheer up charlies of the world, its alright to be alone :) im almost 20 and ive been able to survive the harsh and vicous waters of the dating pool. and frankly it hasnt been all that unbearable either. but we shall see. itll happen i believe. until then ill continue on my twisted path of breakin' hearts

but moving on. in celebration of todays festivities i went out on the town last night for one whirlwind of an evening. comprised of black lights, stripper poles, highlighters, dancing at AEpie and finally, the cherry on top of the evening...losing my TU id. fml. hahha generally speaking it was a fabulous nighttt. i caught up with my favorite boys at 1910, having a ball underneath the glow of the blacklights and writing obscene messages all over our shirts haha. it was a mess. but somewhere in the hours between leaving from one party to another....i gained 36 dollars and lost my identity. i dont know what it is about the morning after but it just makes everything in my life seem so much more hilarious. last night i was homeless. literally i told someone that hahaha. in the land of a city college girl, i cant get into my dorm without my id, so that being said, and me being heavily inebriated, i convinced myself that it was a lost cause. i could absolutelyy NOT go back to home sweet white hall in my condition. i would simply run the risk of getting an interrogation by the security crew. so there i was. standing outside AEpie. 36 dollars, 2 lip glosses and a dorm key to my name. with no place to go. thank heavens for my friends, they let me have a slumber party at their place :) hootihoo.

...you know what that meannsss. Yes, i D walk of shamed on valentines day this morning. hahaha it was tragic really. Drunk me usually takes care of herself, i am infamous for diligently washing off my makeup, removing my contacts and taking hour long showers after a night out, but it was just so bad that i collapsed in my friend A's bed with her. tights, highlightered shirt, earrings, and makeup still in tact. cringe. i woke up smelling like a pile of leaves set on fire dipped in beer and mustard. hahah talk about drunklord. so yea. i wake up to the beaming sunshine at 8:30. my eyes are all dry and my contacts hurt. i stumble out of A's bed, ever so quietly. seriously it felt like a one night stand hahaha. i felt dirty and shameful for leaving her, but i did leave a nice little note :) so hey i dont suck at everything. from there i made my way back to white hall. hair a mess. shirt all disheveled and spattered with various vulgarities. i looked a hott damn mess needless to say. so as i did my best to stay invisable along broad street i took the opportuity to people watch. i was struck with pure delight as i observed i wasnt the only one walk of shaming, although mine was innocent :) i kid you not i seriously saw 6 girls hahahahahha SIX!!! like really people. what has the world come to that on the eve of Valentines day, girls get so depressed they drink themselves into submission and then bang the first guy that pays them attention.

Bold of me? probably. and not exactly legit. i mean who knows..maybe 3 of the 6 were like me. the girl who shut down AEpie on all fours sifting through beer cans, twigs and leaves for her stupid id in the dark. theres quite the possibility ... hahaha. i dont know. it just made me laugh this morning. walk of shaming, though utterly humiliating, is hilarious. you're always looking like hell. would give a left nip for a breath mint, and always acting as if it wasn't the same outfit you were in last night. for all of you who havent done it, i highly encourage it. i mean even for the virgins like me out there...its all in the experience...just go pass out at someones house and leave without saying a word to the owner of the house the next morning. it makes for great stories. especially if it happens at PSU and its the morning of the Ohio State game hahahaha :)

HAPPY VALENTINES xoxo

"when did i become such a fat lug of ....fat" - the words of my genius roomie D

To go to the gym, or not to go to gym.


ughhh this week has been both fabulous and unfulfilling (sp?). Tuesday night the snow came. I lovee snow. im so tired of people saying how much they hate it. I have a message for all you: Shove it fools, the snow is magical. things happen when it snows. that's what i say at least. its true though. With the snow brought 2 days off from class, to my knowledge its the first snow day TU has had in 1o yearrs. TEN YEARS! im starting to think that by me coming here im just bringin all the good luck. first Tyler S of A moves to main campus, we make it to a bowl game for like the first time in eternity, then we beat nova and psu in bball, and now we get snow days when psu doesnt :) ha ha ha. im laughin all the way to my bed b*tches. i hope you guys enjoyed those days spent in class while it was blizzarding :)

im not a spiteful person i swear.

Okay so moving on. this week has brought lots of sleep. lots of laughing. and a handful of developments in my pathetic romantic life. but i wont go into that. because as of yet, nothing has particularly sparked my interest. yet that is. im still hopefull haha. god i suck.

So yea. aside from monday i havent had class.
Snow Days + No classes on fridays = D.tales equivalent to reaching Nirvana.
not really, but i cant think of anything better to describe the level of sublime bliss i felt this week. I can imagine Nirvana much like that feeling, so don't be offended, it twas simply an analogy my fellow buddah huggin Buddhists.

okay so euphoric state reached. but with snow days brings lots of time to think. although my nights were full of consuming far too much happy sauce, my days have been spent in bed, or at Johnson & cockroach eating. ...talk about appetizing. gag. me. please.

lots of food, lots of thought, lots of showers and a whole lotta not going to the gym. which explains my feeling of incomprehensible self-worthlessness.

its been 5 days since ive last stepped foot in the gym. thank god it was my off week, but STILL. did i not just clarify that this semester is all about my personal improvement? the cleansing of my soul if you will? ...oh yea thats right i did. and here i am. sitting in the darkness of the cave while D takes yet another one of her marathon naps. blogging in the veil of pseudo nighttime. my life could seriously parallel to a dissatisfied middle aged housewife. subtract the college part, make D my lazy Husband, add in a tabby cat and maybe even a child with ADD and shaaahhZAM. im 40 sitting in my new england style split level (the cave), cat on lap (its just necessary for the story), blinds closed (they always are) with a cup of coffee (tea) in hand typing away my life on my anonymous blog (haha D.tales) in hopes of relieving my feelings of desertion and abandonment (im so lonely) thanks to my couch potato husband sleeping his life away on the couch watching entirely too much sportsnet (D and sex and the city) and child who terrorizes me whenever i want to lie down (anxiety from too much untouched homework).
fml.

its true. get me a book deal and i could sell millions with this ish.
college life. married life. its all the same. well okay, maybe not at all. but i can make it seem pretty damn similar cant i.

Next Stop : My life Is pretty freaking Awesome.

so minus the fact ive got homework and the suns shinning through our shades in such way that the little sliver of light is smacking me directly in the eyes...lets give it up to campus housing for installing functioning window coverings. hoot hoot..HAH the sarcasm....im doing pretty freaking dandy. today has been glorious. i woke up at 1 :) huzzah. and then locked myself in my bathroom for a good 2 hours so i could force myself from distraction while i read 30 pdf pages on blackboard for my new chosen class of hatred Youth Cultures. seriously my wandering hands when ive got a computer with internet hookup in front of me is astounding. sooo thats why ive taken to the bathroom floor when it comes to homework. its warm. its small. theres zero internet access. and it prevents me from treckin 15 minutes across campus to Club Tech. i do love me some club tech though. its always poppin.

hahaha so gay. but its true. the Tech Center might just be my favorite place. its a great place to people watch, not do homework but appear as an intellectual while you sit at your computer looking studious but in reality stalking facebook, and stay up until the wee hours of the morning doing mad work (if only you so chose that is).

so yea. i got my reading done. the Tech wasnt callin my name today, so it sufficed. with that done i finsihed my homework for the most part. all i have left is memorizing a good 50 monuemental pieces of articecture and ancient pieces of art for Art History. yayyyyyy. NOT. kill me now. but im not going to let that get me down. im in a pretty dapper mood. these 6 days off are now half way over. but hey ive still got 2 more days of this :) lets hope i dont waste it away sleeping. but i cant promise anything.

alright well my Narcoleptic Husband aka D is coming out of her slumber. this is new :) Tchao for now. i encourage you all to go out and enjoy the last of blizzard Spring '10 before it melts :(
ahh booo.

...until then

mwahhh D.tales.

Yet another reason to Heart Etsy

Take a page from the ingenuity of a new discovery of mine. I stumbled up him when getting in my weekly Etsy fix. i haven no idea how i haven't seen his work before. I am now a hugeee fan of 20-something artist John Clark.

Clark draws simply takes Sharpie to old book pages to create unique portraits of women. Drama. Mystery. Cleverness. his inspiration is told to originate from Film noir, stencil graffiti, comic books (telling a story through art), mystery novels, pulp art, grindhouse movie posters, the poetry by his friend adam. total rockstar in my book..haha play on words :)

totally beautiful. harsh and real. it really caught my attentionn.

This genre-crossing art tells a story that’s hard to put down :)