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Consumed by Consumption
Addiction is an awful thing. It’s something that seems to be a topic on the news a lot lately, and it’s unfortunate that it takes tragedies for it to be spoken about so much and discussed so openly.
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Unless you were completely unplugged this weekend and disconnected from society, you know that Amy Winehouse was found dead in her London apartment. A talented young woman dead at just the age of 27. A woman who publicly struggled with addiction, and who, ironically, was perhaps most well-known for her hit song “Rehab“.
Twitter was a-fire with the news of her passing. Comments on Facebook were plenty, some honoring the young talent and expressing sympathies, others sharing their feelings of disgust of a life wasted. Everyone is entitled to their own opinion, of course. My opinion, no life is ever a waste. Every human being is worth something.
Addiction affects not only the addict but their family unit and those closest to them. This morning the news flashed footage of Winehouse’s parents arriving at her London flat. I feel for them. Some people might argue that they should have done more for their daughter; they should have forced her to into sobriety. The fact is a person can’t be forced; only when someone is ready to be sober can they begin their personal journey toward a better way of life.
Also in the news, the upcoming HBO documentary, “There’s Something Wrong With Aunt Diane” a look at the infamous and horrifying 2009 crash on New York State’s Taconic Parkway in which Diane Schuler drove in the wrong direction ending in the deaths of eight people including Schuler, her own daughter, her three nieces and three gentlemen who were in the vehicle she crashed into head-on. Tests showed she had been driving with marijuana and the equivalent of 10 shots of alcohol in her body.
In a Today Show segment this morning covering the death of Winehouse and a dialogue on addiction, it was stated that last year in the US 100,000 people died alcohol-related deaths. That’s just alcohol. Imagine what the number for substance abuse-related deaths as a whole must be.
I imagine that the Winehouse family must be going through a lot of emotions. Sadness and grief for a loved one lost. Anger for what Amy did and didn’t do and for what they feel they perhaps should have or could have done. Those feelings of anger are probably something they’re all too familiar with. Feelings they’ve most likely tried to deal with throughout Amy’s life as an addict.
I am by no means an expert on addiction or alcoholism, but I have known and loved people who have struggled with these demons. Watching someone you love disappearing before you is awful, and, I think, harder on the people watching because they are completely aware of everything happening as the addict is living in a world of denial. Your heart breaks repeatedly and your stomach twists and contorts in ways you never thought it could, leaving you with a constant, nagging pain because you know you can’t do anything to help them until they are ready to help themselves; until they are ready to step out of the comfortable state of denial and into the much more complicated world of reality. It’s amazing how alcohol and drugs can consume your life, especially when you’re not the one consuming them.
I wish peace for the Winehouse family and for those who loved her. I wish peace for the families affected by the Taconic crash. I wish peace for anyone affected by addiction. Moments of tragedy give us the opportunity to learn, to discuss, to share. No life is a waste, but if we don’t take something from these moments of sadness, of mourning we will have wasted a chance to make a difference. A chance to perhaps stop at least one more potential tragedy from happening in the future.
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- A Pathway to Peace (Cupcakes & Cat Food)
The Piddling Puggle
The Piddling Puggle
Over the past couple of weeks I’ve been having a new challenge with that cute little ‘ol puggle of mine. Yes, the one and only Walker Texas Ranger AKA Chuck Norris.
About two months ago he began having seizures; watching my dog have a seizure and not being able to do anything to help him is one of the most awful experiences I’ve ever had. I didn’t know what was happening. He became stiff, paws out straight, tongue hanging, drooling buckets. He shook and his eyes bulged. He looked so scared and helpless. I was scared and helpless and a mess. So off to the vet we went …
An exam, blood test, prescription for phenobarbitol twice a day and about $200 later we were off to a brighter, seizure-free future. Giving Walker a pill twice a day is easy; stick it inside a Snausage and he gobbles it up. Much easier than giving a pill to the cats, who tend to be more wary. So, phenobarbitol – great. Only about $11 a month. No problemo. I can handle that. One of the side effects of the medication however is increased thirst and with that … increased urination. But my boy could go for 12 hours without having to be walked. He’d be fine. Or maybe not.
Of all the spots he could pick in the entire house … he picked to pee up against the stove. The stove! Why the stove?!? And when I say he pees, I mean he PPPPPPPPPPPEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSS! The worst part is that the pee travels and spreads onto the floor and soaks into the base of the kitchen cabinet beside the stove. This. Is. Not. Good.
So, I began walking him four to five times a day. Like clockwork he wakes me up at 6:45 a.m. We walk. I shower, get ready for work. We walk. I come home from work, and we walk. We walk again around 8pm. We play. We walk again around 11:00 p.m., and then we sleep. Until the piddling puggle’s internal clock or in this case his bladder wakes him up and he cries to wake me up so we can walk and start over again.
All that walking, and still, at times, he pees. Same spot. I rig wee wee pads on top of garbage bags, but it still doesn’t seem to be enough coverage for the puddles of pee this puggle leaves. While desperately seeking solutions through Google searches and posing the question to friends on Facebook (a great resource!), a poem came to mind that my now 93-year-old Uncle Steve recites to entertain family and friends. Amidst all the frustration the rhyme about a little piddling pup named Rex made me smile:
A farmer’s dog came into town,
His Christian name was Rex,
A noble pedigree had he,
Unusual was his text.
And as he trotted down the street
`Twas beautiful to see,
His work on every corner-
His work on every treeHe watered every gateway too,
And never missed a post.
For piddling was his specialty,
And piddling was his boast
The City Curs looked on, amazed
With deep and jealous rage,
To see a simple country dog
The piddler of the age.Then all the dogs from everywhere
Were summoned with a yell,
To sniff the country stranger o’er
And judge him by the smell.
Some thought that he a king might be,
Beneath his tail a rose,
So every dog drew near to him
And sniffed him up their nose.They smelled him over one by one,
They smelled him two by two,
And noble Rex, in high disdain,
Stood still till they were through.
Then just to show the whole Shebang,
He didn’t give a damn,
He trotted in a grocery store,
And piddled on a ham.He piddled in a mackeral keg-
He piddled on the floor,
And when the grocer kicked him out
He piddled through the door.
Behind him all the city dogs,
Lined up with instinct true,
To start a piddling carnival,
And see the stranger through.They showed him every piddling post,
They had in all the town,
And started in with many a wink,
To piddle the stranger down.
They sent for champion piddlers
Who were always on the go,
Who sometimes did a piddling stunt
Or gave a piddle show.They sprung these on him suddenly
When midway through the town,
Rex only smiled and polished off
The ablest white or brown.
For Rex was with them every trick,
With vigor and with vim.
A thousand piddles more or less
Were all the same to him.So he was wetting merrily,
With hind leg kicking high,
When most were hoisting legs in bluff,
And piddling mighty dry.
On and on, Rex sought new grounds,
By piles and scraps and rust.
Till every city dog went dry,
And piddled only dustBut on and on went noble Rex,
As wet as any rill,
And all the champion city pups
were piddled to a standstill.
Then Rex did free-hand piddling,
With fancy flirts and flits,
Like “double dip” and “gimlet twist”,
And all those latest hits.And all the time this country dog,
Did never wink or grin,
But piddled blithely out of town,
As he had piddled in.The city dogs, a conversation held,
To ask, “What did defeat us?”
But no one ever put them wise
That Rex had diabetes!
Of course, being a hypochondriac and an overreacting fur people Mama, I am ignoring the last line referring to diabetes. That’s all I need! We’re off to the vet tomorrow for another $100+ visit to see what we can do to help the pup AND me! If that doesn’t work out maybe I can turn him into a champion piddler and teach him the “double dip” and “gimlet twist”. Then someday the adventures of my piddling puggle will become famous and end up paying for all of these challenging adventures. Hey, a girl can dream.
Life is never dull with Walker Texas Ranger!
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A Letter to Summer
Dear Summer:
Chub rub and profuse sweating aside, which I realize are personal issues, could you maybe go a little easier on us? By nature I know you’re hot. I know you know you’re hot, and maybe that works with some of the ladies, but it’s not a turn on for this girl. I’m just not that into you.
Image via Wikimedia. Photo by Alistair Murdoch
Don’t get me wrong, you have your good points. Your sunshiny ways are great, but maybe you could lose the humidity? I mean really, what’s the point of humidity other than to weigh heavy on and annoy the hell out of everyone. Not to mention the horrific bad hair days it causes. It forces us to reluctantly turn on the air conditioning, which increases our energy bills, and when it’s combined in full force with your powerful heat, sometimes our power sources get knocked out of commission because of the over abundant need to keep cool. Are you proud of that? Or perhaps you’re in cahoots with the energy providers, hmm?
Being so “hot” I’m sure you have your pick, but I’d like to suggest that perhaps you and Winter consider getting together. She’s a cool chick; granted she has her issues as well, but I think you’d be a great match. You both tend to go to extremes, at different ends of the spectrum, and you might balance each other out, which would be a win-win for all of us. After all, you know what they say … opposites attract!
I hope you don’t take my letter the wrong way. I just couldn’t hold back any longer. It had to be said. I want to be friends, I really do. I want to love and enjoy the days that you’re around. With a little compromise and better communication, I think we have the potential to get along just fine.
Truly,
allyson
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Tale of A Furry Savior
Life catches up with you when you’re not looking. Actually, when you’re avoiding it, it hits you like a mack truck; life’s way of saying “snap out it already!”
About three months ago I adopted a puggle named Walker. My brother-in-law’s friend needed to find his dog a new home because one of his children was allergic to the furry little guy. At the time, my boyfriend and I were hesitant to take on another fur person with two cats already running the home, but we were committed to help find the pup a loving home.
A couple of weeks later … Walker became part of our family. Our search for a new home for Walker didn’t work out as we had hoped, but 
it seemed to have worked out as it was meant to be. While I had been thinking about adopting a dog for some time, I was hesitant. Even though my heart had plenty of love to give, my head, and some wise friends, were keeping me in check reminding me of the costs associated with the new addition. Though there were two of us to care for the possible three fur people in the home, I had an off feeling nagging at me, in the pit of my stomach. But when it came down to the reality of Walker going to a pound, I just couldn’t bear it.
That off feeling? It was the air horn of the mack truck in the distance trying to warn me; trying to wake me up from the denial I had allowed myself to sink into like quicksand. I knew deep down that it was highly likely that there would eventually end up only being one person in the household to care for the animals; though I didn’t want to admit it, yet, the relationship I was in had to come to an end.
Love is blind; or maybe hope is. Perhaps, as we get older, okay … as I get older … I see what I want to see; what I hope to see and what I hope to be. Maybe age has nothing to do with it and it’s just the person. Me. Whatever the case, wherever my mind, heart, soul was … I’m awake now, thanks to the mack truck. A little foggy and sore from the big hit of reality, but awake nonetheless. If only I had listened to that intuition, that air horn in the distance.
Now, here I am. Single, mother of three fur people (don’t jump on that all at once you eligible bachelors out there; I know it’s hard to resist!); busy scooping a litter box, cleaning up cat puke and dog pee, picking up dog poop in baggies that I carry in a little red fire hydrant attached to a matching red leash, refereeing furry fights. And dealing with myself. The real me. The one that I was ignoring for quite some time. The one that I let go emotionally, physically.
Let me add to the above description … I am a single, 35-year-old, overweight (again) mother of three fur people. Searching to find my get-up-and-go that got-up-and went. If found, please email allyson@cupcakesandcatfood.com.
If my Mama were here, she’d say “pick yourself up, brush yourself off, and start all over again.” But I just wanna cry and scream “but I don’t wanna!” Sometimes I just want to sleep or become a television zombie (thanks reality tv!).
If I knew then what I know now or if I had at least listened to that air horn in the distance, I probably wouldn’t have Walker in my life, and in a way I think he is what is saving me … from myself. So, I may lie around in a boob tube zombie
state, but the furry guy reminds me that he needs me; forces me to get off my tuckus and take him out into the fresh air for a walk. Because of him I’ve met more neighbors (something about a cute pup gets people talking) and had more conversations than I would have had otherwise. Sure, I’ve spent more on vet bills, and dog training and pet food, but he keeps me going. He makes me discover new things like dog parks and the number of fire hydrants and telephone poles on my block. Walker Texas Ranger AKA Chuck Norris was somehow meant for me; to save me.
‘The Voice’ Inside Me
I’m sitting on my couch watching The Voice and I find myself in a moment of pure happiness … contentment, even. I just enjoyed a couple of slices of FREE pizza, left over from lunch at work, and a glass of a smooth, buttery Chardonnay while getting lost in the music and the beauty of the voices interpreting the notes and lyrics.
Lately I have found myself wondering”Allyson”, I call myself Allyson in moments of seriousness, “Allyson, what do you like? What do you enjoy doing?” And I can’t seem to answer. Well … I like eating pizza and drinking good wine and listening to good music and bobbing my head (AKA sofa dancing) to said music and smiling because it has touched me, and to an extent, has brought me to life in that moment. I enjoy being in my home, the home I have worked hard to have and that is an ever evolving project. I like FREE things and the challenge of getting them.
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I like Stevie Nicks, who performed “Landslide” on The Voice tonight with one of the finalists. I like her because her music reminds me of my sisters. I like the song “Landslide” because it reminds me of my father; during his final days in the hospital I mad a CD for him and that was one of the songs I put on it. He loved his music; could listen to it for hours.
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I like Pat Monahan from Train who sang the song “Drops of Jupiter” on the show tonight as well with another finalist. I love seeing him live; I love his voice and the passion that oozes out of him when he performs. I have always liked the song “Drops of Jupiter” but fell in love with it even more after hearing him explain, at a live show, his inspiration for writing the song: his mother, who had passed away.
I like pizza. I like good food. I was brought up on good food by a good Italian mama. And … c’mon, who doesn’t like pizza?
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I like good wine. I like learning about it. I like exploring it. I like Pinot Noir and Riesling and a smooth, buttery, Chardonnay, like I had tonight, which I learned about from a former manager of mine.
I am more aware of the things that I enjoy than I thought I was. It’s just that I don’t often slow down enough to realize what they are and actually soak up the happiness, the joy, the emotions that come in those moments. Small moments in time, but huge moments in the story of my life.
So, “Allyson, what else do you like? What else do you enjoy?” I don’t know right at this moment, but I am going to enjoy realizing and discovering all the things and smells and sounds that move me and ignite my soul in this crazy and unpredictable life of mine.
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I Say, You Say … Lists for Inspiration
I found this fun, ongoing meme called “Unconscious Mutterings“. A new list of
words is posted every week for an ongoing exercise in free association. Apparently, over time, this technique is supposed to help recover repressed thoughts and feelings that one can then work through to gain a better sense of self. But, I thought I’d try it as just another random way for me to get the words out of my head and onto the blog on a more regular base. Perhaps another source of inspiration? And hey, I could always use some self discovery. We shall see.
I’ve decided to tackle two lists to start with – daring, I know. It’s just the way I roll …
- Code :: Secret, Numbers
- Brothers :: Sisters, Family
- Immigration :: Ellis Island, Legal Issues
- Heavy :: Overweight, Stress
- Bracket :: Hanging something up, Some sports mumbo jumbo
- Murder :: Mystery, Law & Order
- Neighbor :: Yard, Mr. Rogers
- Collar :: Dog
- Onslaught :: Mob scene
- Eyebrows :: Bushy, Wax
- Trumpet :: Taps, Lips, Spit
- Love :: Warmth, Complicated, Heart
- Routine :: Everyday
- Infringe :: In the way
- Misgivings :: Hmmmmmmm (Raised eyebrow)
- Establish :: Foundation
- Stupefy :: Duh
- Constipate :: Turtle, Back-up
- Conjure :: Magic, Create
- Miscellaneous :: A little bit ‘o this – A little bit ‘o that
Go on … give it a whirl. You know you want to!
I Get What I Get But I Do Get Upset
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About a week ago I posted a status on my Facebook page that said “you get what you get and you don’t get upset”. I honestly didn’t think anyone would comment, but people really related to the statement and actually agreed with it. Funny how that happens … you write something on Facebook that you think is profound, intriguing and stimulating, perhaps even groundbreaking (in your own little word) and you get nada, but a simple statement that you throw up there on a whim and the “likes” and comments come-a-pourin’ in.
Anyway, the thing is, I wrote that statement but I don’t I agree with it. I apologize to have been misleading in writing it. I’m sure you’re all furious with me, but I’m actually kind of mad at myself for putting it out there. I was having a bad day and it was my way of surrendering; my way of saying “fine, I’m not gonna fight the laws of the universe any more. It is what it is and I’ll have to settle for it.” Whaaaaat??? Settle???? Me??? I mean I’m all for tellin’ the kids (or in my case, the cats) that’s what’s for dinner and if you don’t want it don’t eat it (yes, I talk, out loud, like that to my cats). I get that type of getting what you’re getting, but if we were all to just go around in life looking at everything in that way, what kind of world would this be? Boooorrrrriiiinnng!
I want what I want and if I don’t get it I may get upset; it’s my prerogative (ooooh, now I feel the need to go and download that Bobby Brown song and kick some ass on the treadmill, and my ass sure could use some kickin’!). I’m 
not gonna act like a spoiled brat who is used to getting her way and begin kicking and screaming and pouting and slamming doors and yelling if I don’t, but DAGNABBIT, I refuse to just keep quiet and not at least try to get what I want or what I think is right.
So, after exactly two months of not blogging (anybody out there miss me?), that is my rant that will hopefully ignite the cannon that will catapult me back into the blogosphere.
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I Confess to Almighty God and to You My Brothers and Sisters …
Oh you cruel, cruel creator of this 10-Days meme. As if I have not yet exposed enough of myself, on the final day you ask me for a confession. Haven’t I been doing that all along?
Hmmmm I’m pretty boring. I don’t know that I have a juicy secret to confess that would virally attract and drive millions of readers to this blog making me a phenomenon of the week. Ooooo oooo or do I have a self-incriminating video that would rise to the top of You Tube charts? Negative.
Geez. I really do need to get a more exciting life! What I do have is this …
Day Ten: One confession.
I come from a runny nose family. I don’t know why, but our noses always seem to be sniffley or drippy. The majority of us keep tissues or handkerchiefs on us at all times. I recall one time asking my siblings if anyone had a tissue to spare and my sister pulled an entire box out of her purse (it was a big purse)! I try to have a box of tissues in at least the living room and the bedroom at all times. Oh and at my work office. I’d keep one in my home office as well if it was actually organized and functioning as an office instead of a random storage/cramped guest room.
But anywho … when I was a wee one, before I was fully aware of my hereditary snotty condition, in a full-of-snot kind of way not in a stick your nose up in the air at the rest of the world kind of way, I didn’t know to carry tissues with me at all times. So … HERE COMES THE BIG CONFESSION … wait … for… it …
… I used to blow my nose in my shirt! A lot. I was full of snot. It was the most convenient way for me to clear out the ‘ol
nostrils. I’m not sure my Mama knew what the dried up marks were on my shirt at first. Eventually I’m sure I told her and outgrew the habit, because, NO I do not do it anymore. Oh dear God, I hope that blowing your nose in your shirt isn’t a hereditary condition as well! If it is, my kids are so screwed!
And THAT boys and girls is my big confession to wrap up this 10-Days meme. It really has been a challenging and learning experience. I’ve reflected back on things I haven’t thought of for a long time, like the nose blowing in the shirt phase I went through. I discovered new things about myself by typing these lists up and launching them off into cyberspace. And I enjoyed it all. The good, the bad, and the eeeeew did I really do that! One small step for man, one giant leap for this crazy cupcake lovin’, greasy head sweat hatin’ girl.
Until next time my friends, may your tissue supply be a plenty and your exposure to greasy head sweat be few and far between, if any.
Go in peace. AMEN!
Day One: Ten things you want to say to ten different people right now.
Day Two: Nine things about yourself.
Day Three: Eight ways to win your heart.
Day Four: Seven things that cross your mind a lot.
Day Five: Six things you wish you’d never done.
Day Six: Five people who mean a lot (in no order whatsoever)
Day Seven: Four turn-offs.
Day Eight: Three turn-ons.
Day Nine: Two images that describe your life right now, and why.
Day Ten: One confession.
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Turn Me On
Almost coming to the end of this 10-Days meme challenge that I took on. What will I ever write about when it’s over?!?!? Ahhh, but I still have two more days to go to think about that.
Day Eight: Three turn-ons.
- Passion and Drive. I myself try to be passionate about my work and creative endeavors and to be driven to constantly improve and be successful at whatever I attempt in life. Passion and drive are much more of a turn-on than a couch potato mentality. Someone who continually tries and never gives up, or at least doesn’t throw in the towel until he’s tried his best. Plus we all need a little extra motivation sometimes, so having someone to share a sense of passion and drive with makes life even better. One person can can always give the other an extra jolt of inspiration when they need it.
- Shoulders. Hubba Hubba. I’m a sucker for a man with a nice pair of shoulders to rest that passionate, driven head upon. Just something sexy about broad shoulders …. perhaps they represent strength and protection for me. They’re also a sign of good snuggling and hugging potential.
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- Spirituality. I don’t necessarily mean going to church every Sunday, although, that’s great too! Just having a belief in some higher power and a curiosity to explore a spiritual connection.
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Greasy Head Sweat …
Now that I have your attention … today’s list calls for four turn-offs, and yep, you guessed it … greasy head sweat made my list. Isn’t it on everyone’s though? It should be!
Day Seven: Four turn-offs.
- Arrogance. I’m all about taking pride in your accomplishments; everyone deserves that. Be an expert in your field and share your wisdom, please do, we all need to learn, but don’t assume and/or act like you’re better than everyone else. At the end of the day we’re all humans. When someone just wreaks of arrogance I can’t stand it. As soon as I get a whiff of it, I have a hard time getting past the stench.
Unthankful. Ya know when you hold the door for someone or stop your car to let them cross the street (in a non cross walk area where you’re not legally bound to stop for pedestrians, of course) and they don’t say thanks or just give a quick wave? That turns me off and annoys me. I mean c’mon! I think the world would be a much better place if we thanked each other more often. Even for the small stuff; sometimes, those are the moments that mean the most.- Greasy head sweat. Sweat is a natural thing. It’s good for us. It helps flush the toxins out of our systems, but when I’m at the gym, the thing that disgusts me the most is greasy head sweat. You can see it glistening on the weight machine pads that have not been courteously wiped down by the person who used it before you or perhaps even the person before that. Blech! Greasy head sweat = turn-off.
- Narrow-mindedness. Sure, you might not agree with me, and that’s cool. Share your thoughts with me about why you don’t agree. Let’s have a meaningful discussion; maybe you’ll change my mind, but the “it’s my way or the highway” attitude, the unwillingness to look at things from another perspective is just so unattractive.
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