This is Gunner's Mom, and usually the topics are about Bulldogs, Gunner or just funny little things.
This isn't about social media acquaintances, this about real life leaches.
This is the second rant on followers. Not people who follow you on social media, but people who follow you in life.
I haven't for the life of me ever figured out why people copy, follow or imitate. I am not a competitive person with others. I celebrate their successes and I hope they would do the same with me. I am sports competitive, career -not so much. I am good at what I do, I am confidant that I am a good business person.
It starts off with someone copying what you like, even though they are not the least bit interested in that. Second the imitation. You say this, they say this, you do this, they copy. Even to friends, someone they have zero connection to, they suddenly are drawn too, so they can be like you.
The bigger secret is, they are self centered, and self absorbent. Couldn't last a day in my life if they had to, but they play a big story... Within the next two weeks, my gloves come off, my venom spews and the pieces will fall. Do I like the jugular affect, not effect, quite certainly no. However, squaring someone up is past due.
Sunday, August 9, 2015
Saturday, August 8, 2015
Bulldog Mom's meet at the Shore for Sam
All about Sam!!! This weekend is dedicated to Sam.... August 14-17, 2015!
Back a few months ago, our bestie Sam who is known as Diesel's Mom, and the Artistic Bulldog told Mommy some of her upcoming plans.
She was going to open a Studio. A full-fledged studio of Art. That would mean a huge change in her life, and at the same time, her Mr. was offered an amazing opportunity to relocate. While this was all scary, it was very exciting.
Sam has been a friend to Bulldog's and Pugs through her artwork. As well as other breeds, she started working on a few other projects. Three years ago when we joined Twitter and met Sam, she became an instant friend. One that you could really admire. When my crazy Mom started doing fundraising for the bulldogs in our group, Sam was there to lend a hand and talent. She would often donate to Mom's causes, or give such a discount it was unheard of. Each participant who won one of Sam's creations were so excited. It was the reason to donate. Through all of this, we as a family developed a real friendship through the miles apart. We would check in on each other, listen to each other, and just be happy friends.
Sam has made countless art pieces for our Rainbow Bridge friends, and she has never said no, even when I knew she was very tight on time. When I needed a cartoon drawn, she was there. Sam is our friend.
What better way to celebrate your friend's success than to host a little get-away. Sam was scheduled to be in Wildwood, NJ this coming week. Many East Coasters were within a few hours away, my Mom decided to fly up from Florida. This weekend is all about Sam and her accomplishments, and sending her off. A small token of love and gratitude to an artist so rich in love and talent. So the swag bags were started, the items have been placed and shipped and we are ready...Let's have fun!
Sam is our star. Her studio will be magnificent and we can say we knew her when...
While the plans worked into place, and the recent relocation just happened, it became epic. Endless opportunities and new challenges will be before her. I am most certain we will see big things from her.
On a personal note, there are only a small handful of people we call friends, real friends. Having an online friendship is often scuffed at, but ours is much more than that. So while we celebrate Sam during the weekend, know that are hearts are sad, there will be a 3 hour delay in our morning texts, and we will have to fly 3000 miles instead of 1000 miles.
Back a few months ago, our bestie Sam who is known as Diesel's Mom, and the Artistic Bulldog told Mommy some of her upcoming plans.
She was going to open a Studio. A full-fledged studio of Art. That would mean a huge change in her life, and at the same time, her Mr. was offered an amazing opportunity to relocate. While this was all scary, it was very exciting.
Sam has been a friend to Bulldog's and Pugs through her artwork. As well as other breeds, she started working on a few other projects. Three years ago when we joined Twitter and met Sam, she became an instant friend. One that you could really admire. When my crazy Mom started doing fundraising for the bulldogs in our group, Sam was there to lend a hand and talent. She would often donate to Mom's causes, or give such a discount it was unheard of. Each participant who won one of Sam's creations were so excited. It was the reason to donate. Through all of this, we as a family developed a real friendship through the miles apart. We would check in on each other, listen to each other, and just be happy friends.
Sam has made countless art pieces for our Rainbow Bridge friends, and she has never said no, even when I knew she was very tight on time. When I needed a cartoon drawn, she was there. Sam is our friend.
What better way to celebrate your friend's success than to host a little get-away. Sam was scheduled to be in Wildwood, NJ this coming week. Many East Coasters were within a few hours away, my Mom decided to fly up from Florida. This weekend is all about Sam and her accomplishments, and sending her off. A small token of love and gratitude to an artist so rich in love and talent. So the swag bags were started, the items have been placed and shipped and we are ready...Let's have fun!
Sam is our star. Her studio will be magnificent and we can say we knew her when...
While the plans worked into place, and the recent relocation just happened, it became epic. Endless opportunities and new challenges will be before her. I am most certain we will see big things from her.
On a personal note, there are only a small handful of people we call friends, real friends. Having an online friendship is often scuffed at, but ours is much more than that. So while we celebrate Sam during the weekend, know that are hearts are sad, there will be a 3 hour delay in our morning texts, and we will have to fly 3000 miles instead of 1000 miles.
Saturday, August 1, 2015
Life is not an amusement park.
One thing in life that is for sure is... My Mom is not an introvert. She is not passive aggressive and if she has something to say, she says it. Plain and simple. Public or private, she is not censored.
So many times the words are uttered "it's just not fair"... When did life become an amusement park? Truly amazing how grown adults choose to live in a dream world, and when all their wishes are not granted, they cry fowl, or is it foul????
Keeping on point, friends and family have real issues, not made up drama that makes some small individual feel better about themselves by sticking their nose into everyone else business. Life isn't about one particular person, this world is made up of 90000000000000000000000 people, clearly that number isn't accurate, but the point is... we all have a life, now it's time for others to get one too.
So when it's not fair about this or that, don't you really mean you are upset you aren't the center of attention and things aren't going your way? A more accurate comment would be, I didn't get the E ticket ride, and I am so jealous I have to push my way into everything anyone else does.
By the way, if you think this is about you, it says more about you than what I am writing.
So many times the words are uttered "it's just not fair"... When did life become an amusement park? Truly amazing how grown adults choose to live in a dream world, and when all their wishes are not granted, they cry fowl, or is it foul????
Keeping on point, friends and family have real issues, not made up drama that makes some small individual feel better about themselves by sticking their nose into everyone else business. Life isn't about one particular person, this world is made up of 90000000000000000000000 people, clearly that number isn't accurate, but the point is... we all have a life, now it's time for others to get one too.
So when it's not fair about this or that, don't you really mean you are upset you aren't the center of attention and things aren't going your way? A more accurate comment would be, I didn't get the E ticket ride, and I am so jealous I have to push my way into everything anyone else does.
By the way, if you think this is about you, it says more about you than what I am writing.
Friday, July 31, 2015
RIP Guinness
Today is a very sad day for Zoey and her family. Her brother Guinness went over Rainbow Bridge. While the pain is very raw and the emotions are very real, we would like to say to Zoey and her family that we will miss Guinness. He is Georgia's boyfriend. Georgia we are sorry for your loss too.
It's not our place to tell the story, only to honor our friend. He was his parents pride and joy, a best friend since he was 11 weeks old. A true gentleman.
It's not our place to tell the story, only to honor our friend. He was his parents pride and joy, a best friend since he was 11 weeks old. A true gentleman.
Friday, July 24, 2015
Funny how age changes you and your excitement by Mom
Gunner has allowed me to share a short story here... Today while I was suppose to be flying and doing some work things, the weather at 0500 didn't cooperate. The trip wasn't scrubbed until a little while later. What to do with my open day that was frantically blocked for 24 hours or so...
Back in the day I would have headed to the Mall, short ride to Tampa and bam, shopping for the day. However, my age must be catching up with me, because having new things isn't as thrilling as it once was. Don't get me wrong, I still shop, but the thrill has left...
Today I ran a very fast errand and returned home to stay with these two lovable lug bulldogs. We curled up on the couch, turned the air down a bit lower and just kept each other company. I limited my phone calls so I could spend time with G and Mags. I wanted to really just be in the moment.
My report is this, WOW... no traffic to fight, no color decisions, no asking does this make my big butt look normal... Nope, we had a blessed day together. We played and we sat together.
The sweet sounds of their snoring and the soft pats from their paws when I try and move. We have finally separated and G is on the floor, Mags in on the couch and I am lost in space trying to have this day repeated. I loved it, and I love these two lug nuts. They are the reason I get up every day...
So if old age is setting in, I cannot wait. More days with G and Mags is just what I want!!!!!
Back in the day I would have headed to the Mall, short ride to Tampa and bam, shopping for the day. However, my age must be catching up with me, because having new things isn't as thrilling as it once was. Don't get me wrong, I still shop, but the thrill has left...
Today I ran a very fast errand and returned home to stay with these two lovable lug bulldogs. We curled up on the couch, turned the air down a bit lower and just kept each other company. I limited my phone calls so I could spend time with G and Mags. I wanted to really just be in the moment.
My report is this, WOW... no traffic to fight, no color decisions, no asking does this make my big butt look normal... Nope, we had a blessed day together. We played and we sat together.
The sweet sounds of their snoring and the soft pats from their paws when I try and move. We have finally separated and G is on the floor, Mags in on the couch and I am lost in space trying to have this day repeated. I loved it, and I love these two lug nuts. They are the reason I get up every day...
So if old age is setting in, I cannot wait. More days with G and Mags is just what I want!!!!!
Thursday, July 23, 2015
Can you really be friends with everyone? Gunners point of view
When I list my friends (dogs) more likely than not they are all Bulldogs. Usually even taking it a step further, English Bulldogs. Not always, but most of the time my exposure is to other push faces. With a few exceptions of a Turtle (Jeff) Beagle (Daphne) Shepherd (Rocky) Paloma (Boston) and a few others...
The big question is can we be friends with different breeds or types. This seems like a human question too. Can you be friends with someone who looks different, acts different, believes in something different and still co-exist?
While the bigger dogs aren't crazy about my sniffing and getting too close in their personal space, the bulldogs seem to have an initial understanding. When I first met Theo in person at a meet up, we sniffed and moved on. No big drama. It was a hey how you doin' buddy sniff. However others aren't always that way. Some of the dogs at the meetups weren't always so aware of a sniff and move on protocol.
Which brings it back to the humans vs. dogs. When human to human is too close to personal space do you snap or growl? Are they more like dogs than they thought?
It seems as dogs we can look past the fancy things, the size or color of the friends, the differences between beliefs, (dry or wet food thank you). It would appear the humans could or should be more dog like so to speak (bark).
My human has realized that while she is very open to everyone, and none of the above-mentioned enters into her life, she feels it's just not so with other humans. While she would rather a tail wag than a tongue wag, she wishes life was more dog like, than human like. Maybe it wouldn't satisfy the drama seekers, or the people that get too close in your business, all up in your business, just maybe it would be an easier way of living.
So if you see me being friends with the local Python, or Aristocratic Monkey, know that we are who we are... if you don't fit into our life, you just don't....
The big question is can we be friends with different breeds or types. This seems like a human question too. Can you be friends with someone who looks different, acts different, believes in something different and still co-exist?
While the bigger dogs aren't crazy about my sniffing and getting too close in their personal space, the bulldogs seem to have an initial understanding. When I first met Theo in person at a meet up, we sniffed and moved on. No big drama. It was a hey how you doin' buddy sniff. However others aren't always that way. Some of the dogs at the meetups weren't always so aware of a sniff and move on protocol.
Which brings it back to the humans vs. dogs. When human to human is too close to personal space do you snap or growl? Are they more like dogs than they thought?
It seems as dogs we can look past the fancy things, the size or color of the friends, the differences between beliefs, (dry or wet food thank you). It would appear the humans could or should be more dog like so to speak (bark).
My human has realized that while she is very open to everyone, and none of the above-mentioned enters into her life, she feels it's just not so with other humans. While she would rather a tail wag than a tongue wag, she wishes life was more dog like, than human like. Maybe it wouldn't satisfy the drama seekers, or the people that get too close in your business, all up in your business, just maybe it would be an easier way of living.
So if you see me being friends with the local Python, or Aristocratic Monkey, know that we are who we are... if you don't fit into our life, you just don't....
Tuesday, July 21, 2015
The heat oh the heat...
Living in Florida presents a lot of challenges. Primarily the heat, but the other weather situations such as Hurricane, Tornado, No Named Storms, can be problematic. Let's not exclude the ever so unpredictable electricity interruptions. Without a cloud in the sky, your electricity goes out.
My Mom has tried to take as many precautions as possible, however, sometimes you can't prepare for it all.
Our air conditioner has been a thorn in our sides. We have a newer unit, less than 6 years old, but it doesn't seem to be able to keep up with the heat demands of Florida.
We have a middle of the day checker-upper person and she refills water, takes us out, plays with us, and makes sure the house is extremely comfortable. However, when it's isn't as cool as Mommy likes, we go to a code Green. Hotel rooms are booked, we are shuttled and life becomes a roller coaster. GRrrrrrrrrr....
Time for a climate change...
My Mom has tried to take as many precautions as possible, however, sometimes you can't prepare for it all.
Our air conditioner has been a thorn in our sides. We have a newer unit, less than 6 years old, but it doesn't seem to be able to keep up with the heat demands of Florida.
We have a middle of the day checker-upper person and she refills water, takes us out, plays with us, and makes sure the house is extremely comfortable. However, when it's isn't as cool as Mommy likes, we go to a code Green. Hotel rooms are booked, we are shuttled and life becomes a roller coaster. GRrrrrrrrrr....
Time for a climate change...
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