Monday, March 25, 2013

That Moment

I was leaving a gas station the other day, during a roaring spring blizzard, when in front of me pushing through the doors were a harried mother and her four children. She was carrying three 36 oz fountain sodas and was screeching at her kids to hurry up so they could get over and "take a look at that bunny."

That bunny isn't just cute for Easter. That bunny doesn't like four pairs of greedy hands grabbing at it and then to be left alone for the mother to take care of it either when the novelty has worn off or that bunny bites out of fear from all the grabbing hands. That bunny will be called a bad pet. That bunny will more than likely be taken to a shelter and then be either euthanized then and there or sold to a company that tests on animals. (Utah is 1 of the 5 states that sells shelter pets to labs)

Many families cherish and are responsible with their companion animals. The issue is the failure to understand the complexity of rabbits. They aren't goldfish; you don't just put them in a jar/cage and leave.

If I could live that moment over again, I'd be brave. That bunny deserved it.

Tuesday, March 12, 2013

The Melody of Memory

When I worked at Pegasus Music and Video, I got a lot of either free music or music at a discount. This made it so I tried out music I might not have on my own, say for instance New Age. We had to play music every day, and instrumentals were safer bets for our entire customer base. Piano, guitar and soundtracks were played regularly but in the 90's (yeah, I know) New Age had quite the up swing. Narada is the major New Age label and they released a collection with songs from many of their artists titled "Narada: A Childhood Remembered" so I snatched it up and it became a very very big favorite of mine. Now, I haven't played this album in years, but the other day I just needed something in the background, something to hear without having to listen to it too closely. Well, today I turned on the stereo again and THAT song played. You know that song. The song that makes you stop. Reminds you of everything you could have ever forgotten. The song with those four notes at the break that make you cry. You remember the breeze as you drove your car on a summer's night and KNEW you were young. This song is called "The Green Room" and I don't know how a human could ever take spring, take the giggle of a child, the hope and innocence of catching fireflies in a bottle and keep it forever in a melody, but he did. And I hear that EVERY time I hear this song. I feel young, I feel infinite. I feel aware.

I get to remember my life backwards, forwards and standing still. Humming to the wonder of any age.

Saturday, March 2, 2013


I was somewhere that wasn't my apartment complex or my parent's and a conversation began. It was with a sixty something male and a twenty something female and for the life of me I cannot precisely remember how we got onto the subject of dogs, but there we were.

Man. "What kind of dogs are they?
Me. "German Drahthaar and Chocolate Lab. But they aren't mine, they are my parent's. I have rabbits."
Man. "Oh, do you ever make rabbit stew?"
Me. I flip my head so hard at him you could hear my neck crack. Then I say with scrunched up eyes and my shoulders pulled back "WHAAAHHHT? Well, we WERE getting along well."
Man. Keeps on talking despite the warning and the heat coming off my body "Yeah, we used to raise rabbits and I got to choose the ones to be put in the feeding pens. (he stands up and comes closer to me) My Mother used to make chicken and rabbit stew and I could tell the difference between the chicken bones and the rabbit bones......."
Me. This man is still talking but I am making the "UNH-UNH" noise so loud over him, and I say again "Seriously, we were getting along." Then I hold my hand up and make the noise again as he starts to describe the texture of rabbit meat. "UNH-UNH"
Me. I look at the young girl. She is horrified. Underneath this verbal traffic accident she had stated she might want a rabbit, having had a guinea pig in the past, but our conversation got hijacked. I steer myself back to her and show her pictures of my guys.

I asked a few friends how on earth any sane person would think this was an acceptable line of conversation. She said he must have been from Wyoming. (She can say this as she is from Wyoming) She also said she can't believe I didn't slap him.

I predict one day it will happen.

The Bun

The Bun
If you don't like rabbits, you can suck it, shove it and then go soak your head.