What do you think?

   I thought maybe you all would like to know just a little bit of my life, so here I go a glimpse into the life of Kimmy.

   I started this blog for two reasons. 1 because I love writing and I love to share what I write. 2 Is because well it’s my dream to be a well known published author.

   As of right now I am an author or at least consider myself to be one. I was a published author I was thrilled the day I got the call from the publishing company (which shall remain nameless) called to inform me that they loved my manuscript and wanted to print my first novel.

     Tales from Areallia: The Keepers. It’s a great story for children of all ages a place you can go to escape the realities of life, but anyway I’m not here to promote that. (Not right now anyway.) I am working on re-writing it to make it better. And I do have to say in all honesty the book never should have been published but alas it was. I can’t take it back now. The good news is that I received my rights back and I am now free to do with it as I choose.

   Like I said I love to write and consider myself an author. To me an author is ANYONE who takes the time to sit down and write something. A poem, a short story, a novel, or even just a limerick.

   It doesn’t matter whether it’s good or bad as long as you write.

   Me, I have the ability to come up with great stories but when it comes to writing them the way I see them in my head I can’t. I disparity need to learn the English language to become an even better writer.

   Why am I writing this? You may ask yourself, but the answer is simple really. Just recently I was in an argument with a couple of friends. One friend sat there and said you are not an author until you have been published and the book is available in stores to by. My other friend disagreed saying that an author is anybody who writes.

   Then I asked what they would consider me as. I write all the time, everyday in fact about nothing and everything. I have two novels written one was briefly published and the other I am in the process of editing. My friends looked blankly at me and didn’t have an answer.

   So I ask you (not that it really matters) but am I an author because I briefly had 1 book published or because I love to write.

   Or is it the opposite am I nothing because I have nothing in print.

   It amazes me how differently people can think and see the world. This is just an example of how people se the world differently 

    

The Local Animal Shelter

   What do you think of when you think about your local animal shelter?

   I use to think how sad it was that places like that existed, but at least caring people who loved animals worked there and looked after them, well like I said that’s what I thought. Since then my opinion has drastically changed.

   My first dealings with our local animal shelter was nearly ten years ago. Tim and I had gone there to adopt an animal. We wanted an older dog, one that was trained, and scheduled to be put down. We wanted to save a life.

   Inside the shelter our hearts broke for all the animals in there, but we were happy to be able to save one. After walking around the kennel area we found our dog a year and a half old Golden Retriever. We found an attendant and asked to take him outside for a walk, just so we could see how he acted out of his tiny little cage. At first the dog jumped and yelped and barked and rolled over. He was a bit of a handful, but you could very easily see that he was very happy, his tail was wagging and he couldn’t stop giving us doggy kisses. That was it the dog had won our hearts and we wanted him.

    The guy got the leash and on our way outside the guy informed us that the dog was to be put down that day. When first outside the dog was extremely excited. After playing with him the dog began slowing down and was very well behaved. Back inside the shelter we went to the desk. We were ready to do all the paper work and adopt this greatly friendly dog. The moment we told the lady that this is the dog we wanted she began arguing with us. “This dog, you can’t adopt him.”

   “Why not?”

   “Because he is scheduled to be put down later today.” Was her reply.

   “But why are you going to put him down? We want him. We’ll adopt him and he can live with us.” We argued.

   “The dog is being put down because he is too friendly.” Was the excuses the woman gave.

     Hearing the commotion and us arguing with the woman to let us adopt the dog, a man from the back of the shelter came forward. After inquirering what all the fighting was about, the man agreed to come outside with us to see if the dog would be suited for us.

   Back inside, the man quickly told the woman to stop arguing the dog would be fine with us. “But, but, but.” The woman tried to argue. Standing firm on his and our decision the man said “These people want the dog, they like him and the dog seems to like them.” He pointed out. “Fill out the paper work the dog is going with them” He said. With no response she put her head down and with a big chip on her shoulder she finally filled out the adoption forms.

   What are you serious? You would rather put the dog down than give him a chance. Why, because he is too friendly? Correct me if I am wrong but isn’t friendliness in dogs a good thing?

   How can anybody who works with animals want to kill them for being too friendly?

      Like I said that was nearly eleven years ago. We named our dog Duke and today he is a happy go lucky care free thirteen year old. Since then we hoped that the people working there had changed, but we were wrong.

    Last night while talking to a friend I heard the most disgusting thing and again it has to do with the animal shelter.

   A friend of mine ended up with a cat having a litter of kittens under her front step. Afraid they would get cold or something her children brought the family of cats into the house. They looked after the cats, fed them and began looking for homes for them. Unfortunately when one of the kids was leaving the house he accidently caught one of the kittens in the door. With the kitten injured my friend didn’t know what to do or how to help the poor kitten. Thinking she could get some help or answers she went to the animal shelter.

   The kitten is playing eating and for the most part fine, the only problem is the kitten’s hind legs were damaged in the accident and the cat can’t use them.

   My friend explained the situation to the people at the animal shelter, and this was their response.

   “You need to put the litter of cats back where you found them. It’s not your problem. “

   My friend than explained that she couldn’t leave them and let her kids watch them die.

   “Then put them somewhere, where the kids won’t see them. It’s not our problem. We don’t take them.”

   She then went on to explain about the injured kitty.

   “Well, you have to put that one down. It’s cruel to let it live.”

   Outraged my friend says I’m going to the vet.

   The reply from the animal shelter was “If you leave here with the kitten we have to call the cops it’s too cruel to take it with you.”

   My friend replied. “You just told me to throw them back under the steps. Call the cops and we’ll see who they think is the one being cruel.”

   With no reply she left with the kitten and went straight to the vet.

   The vet confirmed that the kitten did in fact have a broken tail and some damage to its spine, but also said the kitten because of its age could also heal just fine. It is now a waiting game. The vet also believed the kitten wasn’t in much pain.

   Today the kitten although still can’t walk it is beginning to move its legs and flip its tail. The kitten seems VERY happy.

   Will update when I learn more.

What is the world coming to?

   In Norway a man goes to a children’s summer camp dressed like a cop, he called them all over to him, pulled out a gun and began shooting. 80 children died what is the world coming to?

What a day.

Have you ever had just one of those days? You know the ones I mean where you know you shouldn't get out of bed yet for some dumb reason you do. I had a day like that.
   For days we had been planning to go hiking out in our favorite place, it’s a mile long hike but we sure have a lot of fun. It was supposed to be just a fun family day, me, my husband Tim and our two children Dustin and Cassandra. Believe me you'll hear me bitch about them more lol.
   Anyway back to the day from hell. We woke especially early that morning. We were determined to make the best of it, you see our original plan was to hike out and spend the night, but unfortunately our dog Storm broke out in a horrible rash so we squashed the idea of camping.
   We probably should have put the whole trip on hold, but as stubborn as I am. I wanted to have a great day so out we marched.
   We waited days for the weather to clear up waiting for the rain to stop and sun to shin, finally the weather cooperated. It was supposed to be sunny hot and high humidity, a great day for swimming and playing.
   Upon getting out of the van and beginning our walk straight away we noticed the cool brisk breeze that was blowing "Oh hats nothing, its early morning still that will wear off and it will be hot." We said to ourselves.
   Carrying heavy packs and walking the mile out to our spot we were all eager to set up and relax. Even though the wind still hadn't died down and the sun was still behind the clouds we could have fun regardless. After our very long tiring mile long hike finally we made it to our rocky beach. The place we've been hiking out to for years. Exhausted we were just about to walk down to the beach when we saw the strange colour of the Ocean water. All the way out in the water was purple, the waves were purple even the beach was purple.
   Jelly fish.
   The entire beach was covered in jelly fish. We couldn't stay there, no way not with our two dogs. All it would take is for them to step on one purple Jelly fish and they could be seriously hurt. Then what would we do a mile from the car and a forty minute drive from the vet, we had no choice. We had to leave, well that beach anyway.
   Where we go is a large rock point that sticks out in the Ocean. The new plan was to pick up our packs and walk a bit farther to see if we could find a beach were the kids could swim and there were no jelly fish. We found a beach about fifteen minutes later. A cute little rock beach with large ragged rocks in the water, not a safe place to swim but the kids could find something else to do. We were happy to see that this side of the point was in fact jelly fish free.
   Soon we set up. Pulled a large log over where we wanted it, took out bowls for the dogs so they could get something to drink, and the kids found a great little brook running into the Ocean to play it. Yep we thought it was going to be a great day.
   The moment we became comfortable the wind picked up, and I don't mean just a little. It was a gail force wind strong enough to knock us off our feet if we weren't careful. Because of the wind we thought we should begin walking back, head over to the other side of the point where the wind wouldn't be so bad.
   It didn't take long before we found another good spot, a place where we were sheltered from the wind, jelly fish free, and a place where we could have a camp fire. Quickly we unpacked yet again.
   As the kids played, climbing up and down the large rocks, Tim and I went for a walk of our own.
   I knew we should have stayed home that day, just had that gut feeling.
   Tim and I found a couple of flat rocks to sit down on and have a break. Tim sat down comfortably first. As I turned around and got ready to sit my foot slipped in the rocks and instead of gracefully having a seat I fell. The worst part, I did not fall onto that flat rock. No no no, I fell back and hit my tail bone hard a jagged piece of rock that stuck out in a triangle shape.
   Yes, that’s right. The klutz that I am and a mile away from the van I break my tailbone. In excruciating pain I picked up my pack and soon began the long hike back.
   I really should have stayed in bed. It's now the end of July the warm weather is finally here and I hurt so dam bad that I don't know if we're even going to be able to do half what I had planned this summer. For now I have been a week on the couch looking at the hot shinning sun though my picture window wishing I listened to myself.
    What a day.
   So here we are with the best of the summer days to come and I had to go and break my ass. What a summer this is turning out to be.
  

Caper

                                                            Caper

                            Together, we were hardly ever apart,

                                 I relied on you and you on me.

                You helped me, and I loved you from the very start.

               Together we stayed, you cried as I held you through

                                          The rolling thunder                                               

                  I watched you grow, played with you and fed you.

                                       You were good as gold,

                                      But sadly you had to go.

                 I knew something was wrong, you weren’t being you,

                         Instead of staying here to Toronto I flew.

                              Now every day I live with the fact

                                            That I was away.

                                   Caper you were a great dog,

                                      Silly, fun, and full of play.

                        Caper ALWAYS in my heart you will remain.