A Peek into the Future

Yesterday Aaron and I went to Morehead State University for the day. We met with an admissions officer, a financial aid counselor, and a professor in the school of music. We toured the entire campus and looked at dorm rooms. Believe it or not, this picture was taken about a 5-minute walk from the dorms and the school of music. Even with a horrific storm blowing in it was breathtaking. There are paths around the lake and some of the music students have been known to hike up into the mountains with their instruments to practice – how cool is that? The whole campus is beautiful and the people are friendly and laid-back. Average class size is 19, and there are usually 5,000 students on campus when classes are in session, which doubles the little town’s population. Aaron just loved it, and I know he’ll shine there. In fact, he said he didn’t even want to take the time to visit any other schools because Morehead is where he wants to be. Now if only I can hit the lottery to pay for it! Unfortunately, our trip home wasn’t as much fun as our time on campus. We drove straight through the line of storms that hit Louisville so hard it made the national news. The wind was blowing so hard I was afraid the car was going to be blown over and the rains were so heavy we had to stop in Lexington for an hour before I could see well enough to drive us the rest of the way home. And then late last night I discovered that the Italian restaurant in Morehead probably wasn’t the best choice for lunch. There’s nothing more miserable than lying on the bathroom floor suffering through a bad case of food poisoning. I won’t be going far from home today , but maybe I can use the time to start an online scholarship search!

23 Years Ago Today . . .

Yes, Michael and I have been married 23 years today. I look at the pictures and immediately smell gardenias. I’ll always be grateful to the florist who suggested them, because that scent takes me right back to my wedding day. It was August in Kentucky and why I thought long sleeves were appropriate is a mystery- please forgive me, girls! The little country church wasn’t air-conditioned and the reception was outdoors on my grandparents’ farm, but somehow I don’t remember being hot. Maybe it was an unseasonable cool summer like this one, or maybe I just had too many other things to think about to notice the heat. I wish I had spent more of the day relaxing and enjoying spending time with my family and friends that day rather than fretting about the details. Thanks, Mokey, for putting up with me bossing you around for the past 23 years. It’s been wonderful, and we’ve got lots more good times yet to come!

RED HOT ~ Writer’s Workshop (more)

1.) Who made you red hot this week?

This story from a local TV station’s website says it all. Who could be so cruel?

LOUISVILLE, Ky. (AP) — A day after plummeting 80 feet from the Clark Memorial Bridge into the Ohio River, “Sunny” the pit bull showed no signs of distress, apart from a swollen belly.
A white Chevy Malibu had stopped on the bridge in the southbound lanes, moments before Sunny’s plunge, said Kelsey Westbrook, the Joe’s Crab Shack server who took in the pooch and named her.
Sunny’s enlarged belly suggests she recently gave birth, Westbrook told The Courier-Journal.
“A person threw her over,” the University of Louisville senior said. “I guess somebody used her to breed and didn’t want to take care of her anymore.”
Workers at Joe’s Crab Shack were still talking a day later about the smacking sound Sunny made when she belly flopped onto the water during the afternoon of Sunday, July 26.
“It sounded like something hitting a wall,” restaurant server Bradley Cooper, 22, said of the noise that turned heads. “It was very, very loud.”
Westbrook and two other servers raced to the riverside to shout encouragement to the dog as it swam in circles a half mile way. At the sound of their voices, she said, the dog paddled toward them on the Kentucky side of the river. Louisville firefighters preparing for dive team training went out with their boat to get her some 20 feet from shore.
“I wanted to give her some hope, to let her know somebody was waiting for her,” Westbrook said. “I was afraid she would give up and drown.”
Diners erupted into applause as the dog, tail wagging, emerged from the skiff on a leash fashioned from nautical line, Cooper said.
“I was crying so hard, it was crazy,” Westbrook said. “I was ready to jump in the water and go after her.”
At riverside, Sunny scarfed down three hamburgers and lapped water from a crab bucket before going home to Westbrook’s Old Louisville apartment. There, the dog wolfed down five cups of Pedigree dog food.
“I laid with her and rubbed her belly for a while,” Westbrook said. “I am sure the fall for her was really painful.”
“It could not have been good for her,” said Louisville fire Capt. Troy Graviss, who pulled the dog from the Ohio’s currents. “Her tail was wagging. She was licking us.”
Sunny’s survival surprised Jackie Gulbe, the spokeswoman for Metro Animal Services. The manner of her disposal did not.
“We still live in a throwaway society. People have that attitude toward their pets,” Gulbe said, adding some 30,000 animals each year are found stray, dead, or wander their way to animal shelters.
On Tuesday, The National Humane Society of the United States announced that it offered a reward of up to $2,500 for information leading to the arrest of the person responsible for throwing the dog from the bridge.
Pit bulls account for one in four of 16,000 animals each year that arrive at the Metro Animal Services shelter, Gulbe said. The shelter turns no breed of animal away. Some animals are euthanized for lack of a good home. Others, including some pit bulls, are not fit for adoption.
“We take everything, but we can’t save them all,” Gulbe said. Pit bulls, she added “are a stylish breed, like an accessory,” that some owners soon tire of.
Sunny appears less than two years old, Westbrook said. The red pit bull with a white chest quickly befriended Nala, the two-year-old German Shepherd mix Westbrook said she adopted from a private shelter.
Without a backyard for Sunny to play in, Westbrook added she would like to help her find another home.
“I took the dog because I just wanted to help her,” the English literature major said. “I don’t ever want her to feel pain again.”

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