wordy wednesday

"The length of our days is seventy years-- or eighty, if we have the strength; yet their span is but trouble and sorrow, for they quickly pass, and we fly away." - Psalm 90:10

Death is a very real part of living.  Sometimes it happens suddenly and sometimes we expect death.  But the truth of the matter is, no person is ever ready to hear that a loved one so close to them has been passed on.  Death makes everything stop.

I remember day trips to the local wildlife preserve to see all the animals.  I remember spending the night and hearing the grandfather clock ding every hour.  I remember staying up until the ripe ole hour of 9 o'clock to watch re-runs of Kenan & Kel.  I remember a full candy dish of York peppermint patties and a room full of large and sometimes very creepy dolls.  I remember Thanksgiving and Christmas and how there was never a short supply of food.  I remember that being silly was never forbidden, ever.  I remember that at yard sales, the marked price was never good enough and how there was always a way to get things for less.  I remember her saying "I love you sweetheart and I'm proud of you."  I also remember the last time I saw her that day and how I couldn't breathe when my mom told me that I would never hear my grandmother say those things every again.

The scripture above is encouraging and very blunt.  Firstly, life on Earth was never meant to be forever, ever since Adam ate the forbidden fruit, so our average life expectancy is about 70 or 80 years.  Not only is life fleeting, it is painful and sorrowful.  But death only hurts those still living.  It isn't until we have lived, fulfilled God's plan, and died that we can experience heaven.  I know my  grandmother flew away to a better place on the 12th of September because it was her time and now she is at peace.

We as citizens of the world shall live as people of God on earth, fulfilling our purpose here until we are called to fly away and be with him.

This was very hard for me to write, but I hope those that have experienced the death of a relative can relate and that this scripture is both encouraging and real to us all.

love you guys,

Mackenzie

being a dog momma

recently, the same little furry face has been streamed on my instagram page.  you may recognize him, his name is moose.  and like i said in my earlier post, my decision to adopt moose-boy made me grow up pretty fast.  i mean, this dog is like a baby that will never grow up.  he will always need me to take him to the bathroom, feed him, play with him, and (my favorite) hold him.  but i've found myself treating him like my very own child, worrying about him when i'm away, asking my mom for advice, and i've had to learn what spray n' wash is due to his little messes here and there.  but he is the perfect companion!! i love his ears when they perk up, i love that he is so bad he's cute, i love that he tries so hard to be the big guard dog, i love to have a friend that jumps almost 4 feet in the air to greet me everyday but most of all, i love that we help each other out.  little moose is reason number 1 that life is never going to be the same, but in the heart-warming way.

it's October now

sometimes life does this freaky thing where it turns you upside-down.  i can't believe that i haven't posted in practically four months.  and where my life has seemed to stop on the blog, in reality i have been constantly dealing with new experiences and i've learned that one moment can change how you live your life forever.  so in the next few weeks we are going to have a series of heart-to-hearts to just catch everyone up ( including myself ) on what has been going on with me and maybe, just maybe we have been going through the same things.

i never thought i would say this...

 

but i am somewhat excited to back to school this fall!

i know, i know... i probably won't feel this way for long but this semester is going to consist of a new lifestyle!  i have a dog, i'm going to be able to work more with the way my classes fall, i'm taking music & theater, and i'm uber thrilled to no longer have to take public transportation!

i did go supply & text book shopping today which triggered this feeling of starting fresh and new.  i just thought i would share this feeling that could mean pigs can indeed fly!

moose

meet the cutest, most expensive, time consuming, loyal, loving, cuddly, scariest, joyful and playful little guy i've ever seen!

for the first time ever, i have adopted my very own doggie friend! his name is moose, and here is how he came into my life!

i have always wanted to adopt a dog but never had the guts to do it. During hours of browsing every pet finder add within 100 miles of my appartment, those furry and floppy ears caught my eye. the next day i HAD to go see him, who was "Atlas" at the time. but to my disappointment he was not at the shelter, so i asked about "Atlas" and found out that he hadn't been adopted but had been moved to a satellite shelter in a Petsmart across town. i didn't have the time to go across town, so i thought that was a sign.

i decided that the sign was silly, so the next morning i went with my mom and my sister to go see him at his Petsmart location. i fell for him as soon as he hopped up in my lap. but i was unable to take him home because of work scheduling conflicts and because of analyzing, second guessing personality. i was going to get the next morning but during a sleepless i had convinced myself that i wasn't good enough for this deserving dog.

i had a hold on him, so i lifted it. i cried so hard after that phone call. i realized that this was the dog for me. the next morning, i called the shelter and told them i would be there to pick him up that day and they said that if he got adopted before i got there, there would be nothing they could do. so after work, i sped and weaved through traffic, parked, and practically ran into Petsmart and back to his kennel. i was so frazzled and excited and scared. but soon after paying the adoption fee and signing what felt like 15 billion papers (i know i killed a tree), this little fuzz ball was mine!

after that there was the buying of crates, gates, a collar & leash, food, toys, and treats. i got him home and he has been one of the best decisions i ever made! no price tag could be put on him!

the hardest things have been not knowing much about him, and choosing his name. when adopting him, all i knew was that e was supposedly a 3 year old miniature poodle that was found on the streets under a car weighing about 5 pounds. and the name choice was a very laboring ordeal that strung out for 3 days but i think it turned out ok.

so now you've seen the latest development in my life! what's your pet story?? i'd love to hear it!