Friday, August 19, 2016

From yesterday...

Our little rescue from the school janitor's closet...

Why would you look at what a lot of love and a pair of scissors do for a puppy.

I have to look away. Something's melting inside.

Thursday, August 18, 2016

Throwaway Puppy Thursday

My friend, who teaches school, overheard a colleague discussing the fact that she'd gotten a puppy before finding out whether her rental agreement allowed animals. Since it didn't, the misbegotten scheme now involved keeping the little guy in a school supply closet during day hours.

My friend adores animals - she went with me to say goodbye to Mama Dog, if that's any indication - and already has some dogs, but ended up taking this little guy home.

I confess to being inordinately fond of Shih Tzus, but this. The tiny teefs. It's ridiculous.

Rescues come in all circumstances, shapes and sizes. This one may not be as dramatic as some, but, by golly, is a rescue just the same.

Apparently my friend is a happy ending specialist.

Starbucks Trips and Selfies

Anyone who can even GO to a shelter is a stronger gal than I am.

But you know what? I spend time every day thinking about the 150,000,000: orphans on earth and can't even begin to imagine the dogs and cats who need a person to love. If this Starbucks thing brings it to our consciousness then, hey....

Let's hear it for corporate soul. Maybe it ain't an oxymoron after all.

Tuesday, August 16, 2016


Miss Magnolia is out of a very long surgery and for the first time in her life, has pink lips instead of cyanotic blue ones from not enough oxygen. Pretty misty over this, gang.

Those prayers. Thank you. I think they - prayers - juice up the whole scheme of things and that there's even a spillover effect. That's my scientific opinion. (((((Group hug))))))


My only hope is that this entire thing is a set up.


Howard, I'm talking to you.

Oh, maaaan.

Googly-Eyed Stubby Squid

Two Reactions to One Thing

(1) "Awwwww"

(2) "What in Jules Verne's big back yard IS that sucka!?"

Hint: It's not the posterior of ANYone on reality TV.

In another of our Bliss Gigs We Dig, this 2:27 video explains exactly why there are little kids who wanna do precisely this kind of work. Or, barring this exact occupation, signing on with Pixar.

Presenting... The Stubby Squid


Greetings, everybody...

If y'all would be kind enough to send up a prayer or good thought for a little girl named Magnolia who's undergoing open heart surgery right now, that'd be swell.

She's just two years-old and has already had a few operations, but they are hoping that this one will be The Fixer.

Rather amazing courage little ones have, but I'm imagining her family could use some of those sweet vibes, too.

I don't actually know this family, but the Mama does a lot of charity work on behalf of children. A lot. So I thought I'd just ask on their behalf.

Thanks very much for reading this. I'll sure let you know how things go as soon as I hear.

As that fictitious but right on little dude Tiny Tim would say, "God bless us every one."

Monday, August 15, 2016

They Write it FOR Us...

Today's batch of irony popped up after our dawn meditation which may indicate our new and illuminating practice has yet to have its way with us in all of its uncompromised fullness.

A Catholic priest in Stockton, California has been accused of sexting one of his parishioners. In a pleasant and shocking change from many such tales, at least his victim is past the age of consent. However, his victim is a straight, married man who's now perhaps adrift not only in terms of finding a new church, but maybe even wondering if his job is secure. It seems our frisky priest elected to communicate illicit images of himself to someone who was employed cleaning the parish swimming pool. (For an organization seemingly bankrupt after endless sexual abuse lawsuits, we find a swimming pool for the preacher an idyllic, patently yet insane, aside in this story.)

Allegedly, Pastor Larry McGovern would lie around the pool in his speedo while the now plaintiff occupied himself with earning his paycheck. And although such behavior is far from being an actual crime on the California books, we think speedos worn by most men over, say Olympic competing age, are rarely a good idea.

To be specific, Father McGovern sent photos of his genitals to the church employee with a smarmier follow up text, basically saying, "Oops! What's my penance?"

And, finally, when his victim had the temerity to complain, the good priest terminated the pool cleaner's employment.

Lastly, because the news sources reporting this probably can't include the jubilantly delivered punchline to this whole sordid mess, we're proud to do so here.

The place of worship where these transgressions occurred?

Stockton's Church of the Presentation.

Thanks! We'll be here all week! Try the veal!

Sunday, August 14, 2016

This Baby's Got Game

This little 17 second video was on the Love Without Boundaries Facebook page without explanation or caption, but I'm not sure it needs one. Suffice it to say, this baby's got game.

Maybe the Laz-e-boy company might think about making grown up size chairs that do this. Whatta ride.

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