An alternate present day reality where slavery is still alive in some of the southern states
I have never had a movie make me this emotional, I am bawling like a baby…please everyone watch this documentary tonight or as soon as possible! I really feel it was a bit life changing for me.
A great movie, dips into the Pacific Northwest music scene, has some killer pitbulls, lots of blood and mayhem, my future ex-husband Patrick Stewart as the villain…also one of Anton Yelchin’s last movies before he died.
Bruce Cameron is my favorite dog author, both “A Dog’s Purpose” and “A Dog’s Journey” were read in 4-hour cover-to cover inhalations. I encourage anyone who loves dogs to read these 2 books, in fact as I am cutting and pasting quotes into this post I am crying just a bit.
Some Bruce Cameron quotes:
“You can usually tell that a man is good if he has a dog who loves him.”
“The job of a good dog was ultimately to be with them, remaining by their sides no matter what course their lives might take. All I could do now was offer him comfort, the assurance that as he left this life he was not alone but rather was tended by the dog who loved him more than anything in the whole world.”
“But humans drive the cars and decide when dogs eat and where dogs live and clearly this was something else in their power – they could find their dogs when they needed them.”
“I guess I had never bothered to consider that there might such a thing as a boy, but now that I had found one, I thought it was just about the most wonderful concept in the world. He smelled of mud and sugar and an animal I’d never scented before, and a faint meaty odor clung to his fingers, so I licked them.”
“Some people just don’t appreciate having a dog around. It’s sad to think there are people like that. I knew Gloria was that way—maybe that’s why she could never be truly happy.”
“You can usually tell that a man is good if he has a dog who loves him.”
“My dog’s name is Tucker, and his DNA is unidentifiable and suspect.”
“As I sat in the sun on the wooden dock that jutted out into the pond, I knew this to be true: my name was Buddy, and I was a good dog.”
“A bouquet of wonderful scents met my nose, and my heart leaped when I realized who I was smelling.
‘Molly!’ I heard someone call.
I whipped my head around everywhere and there they were, the people I’d been smelling. Everyone I’d ever loved in my life, standing at the edge of the water, smiling and clapping. I saw Ethan and Hannah and Trent and CJ standing in front, along with Andi and Maya and Jakob and all the others.
‘Bailey!’ Ethan yelled waving.
My names was Toby, and Buddy, and Molly and Max and Bailey and Ellie. I was a good dog, and this was my reward. Now I would get to be with the people I loved.
I turned, whimpering with you, and swam toward those golden shores.”
A short stocky confident man, yes please! Charles is the host of maybe my favorite TV show (Mystery Diners). Normally I am not of fan of facial hair, but I am realizing Charles is a dead ringer for the father of this girl April who I thought I loved in high school (hi Paul). Turned out I was secretly in love err lust with the idea of Paul more than her, ha! John Jernigan-Stiles
These pics are of maybe my favorite all-time child in my 10 years of social work. Her name is Joy, a little Haitian girl from Miami. She was on my caseload the whole time I was in south Florida and I spent a lot of time with her. I’ve since moved back to St. Petersburg. About 3 weeks ago I was so happy to find out that a family in Pinellas County had been matched with her for adoption and better yet my bestie Kristie Giancola had been assigned to complete their Adoption Home Study. Joy was getting adopted and I would get to see her again, yeah!!! Late last week the family called Kristie and told her they had changed their mind, they didn’t want to adopt Joy anymore, because they had concerns she “wasn’t smart enough” (apparently Joy had forgotten their bio daughter’s name in their phone conversation). Joy is still in a foster home in Miami, available for adoption. Social work in south Florida is so shitty. I was worried when I left that her new case manager wouldn’t have any sense of urgency in finding her a home, and that appears to be the case. I just looked on the Miami Dade Heart Gallery website and there is no picture or bio for Joy 😦 Some pretty horrible things happened to her that lead to removal from her parents, and now the family she thought were going to be her new mommy and daddy have changed their mind. Kristie had to close the case and won’t be doing those DOUCHEBAGS home study now!
Last night I covered a group home visit for a co-worker Matt in Clearwater to see a 10 year old. Matt had warned me that this 10 year old wouldn’t talk to me and probably wouldn’t even look at me since he didn’t know me, as he is autistic and almost entirely nonverbal. This kid made me so happy, when the house mother brought me in and told this little boy that I was there to see him he got up and immediately came to me. I thought he was going to give me a hug but instead he turned away from me and stood really close, leaning the back of his head on my chest. He then made several contented sounding noises that I heard to be happy greetings. I wanted to give him a hug but I was aware that he didn’t like to be touched unless he initiated it. Instead I tousled his hair and patted his shoulder as he leaned into me, and simply talked to him for a few minutes about everything and nothing. It was maybe the sweetest best thing that had ever happened to me. His foster mother remarked that it was really strange because he had never been open and friendly with anyone he didn’t know. He made my day, week, year! This 10 year olds picture and bio are on the Pinellas County Heart Gallery. He is available for adoption with lots of other great kids! I specifically urge my LGBT community to consider adoption, we have so many great kids that nobody wants…
Wanted criminal Amanda Bott and yours truly discovered this most awesome Asian grocery store in Pinellas Park today, big and clean and full of authentic cool everything ! Goose eggs ($7!) and live fish and shrimp and ALL the ramen. Amanda was just grabbing up things, I was not, due to budgetary constraints and whatnot
“I don’t like that they die, I want them to be standing up”
“These animals, you gotta take care of them and not eat them!”
“Why are you crying?”
“I’m just touched by you, you are saying something beautiful”
I finalized the adoption of my favorite teen this week! I continue to be amazed at the strength and resilience that the children on my caseload have. This teenager has a 4.2 weighted GPA and is going to attend Yale. She has never missed a day of school in her life, despite suffering a childhood of emotional abuse by her mentally ill biological mother. Well she’s adopted now! And they lived happily ever after…
I urge my gay community to look to the foster care system for adoption. Thousands of children are removed from their biological parents following abuse and neglect in the U.S. on a daily basis. I have about 30 kids on my caseload waiting on someone like you to love them. You could be their forever homes and families.
On some nights, for whatever reason, Flamingo Park decides to turn off some of their park lights, probably to conserve energy. One night recently the park was dimmed this way and a bunch of white people with fluorescent lights and whistles were jogging in a strung-out pack through the park. I think they were from one of the big fitness centers on Alton Road. This was my conversation with the dogs and two middle-aged French ladies on that evening:
To Cricket and Squeak, after watching the people jog and wave their glow sticks and whistle on through: “Stupid ass-white people, what is you gonna do?”
Then I say “Stupid women need to be careful, it’s all dark and shit, they might get raped”
After I make this staement, I look behind me to see these 2 older women who were apparently walking behind me and listening to my conversation with my children. One of the ladies, in I think a French accent says either “Racist” or “Rapist” as they both stop walking. I look back at them, kinda laugh, and say “Just joking.” They cross the street at Jefferson and 11th giving me ignorant looks.
Things I shoulda/woulda/coulda said:
“I’m white, I can say that”
“My dogs talk to me telepathically”
“French people smell”
“I’m gay, so I wouldn’t rape women”
“Je veux violer tu”
“Je viole tu”