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I while back I asked for help in voting for a Boot and now I am asking again - a new design! This one is called
"Earth-Rabbit, Sun and Sky" (orignal artwork is mine) and of course, profits and any PR would benefit the rescued bunnies!
Please give it a FIVE and ONLY VOTE ONE TIME PER IP ADDRESS (last boot was pulled for multiple votes).
And please, tell your friends and crosspost where you can. Put it on your facebook or myspace!
We have very little time left to vote - only until 11/30. The bunnies need your vote!
http://www.dmbootdesign.com/designs/view/11670
Thanks!
JunkyardAngel and all the bunnies at Zooh Corner Rabbit Rescue
http://www.mybunny.org
"Earth-Rabbit, Sun and Sky" (orignal artwork is mine) and of course, profits and any PR would benefit the rescued bunnies!
Please give it a FIVE and ONLY VOTE ONE TIME PER IP ADDRESS (last boot was pulled for multiple votes).
And please, tell your friends and crosspost where you can. Put it on your facebook or myspace!
We have very little time left to vote - only until 11/30. The bunnies need your vote!
http://www.dmbootdesign.com/designs/view/11670
Thanks!
JunkyardAngel and all the bunnies at Zooh Corner Rabbit Rescue
http://www.mybunny.org
I think it is really sad that in order to win a contest someone would sabotage another person; especially seeing it was for an actual good cause, not just myself.
Apparently someone decided to vote multiple times on the BunnyBoot, on more than one occasion, in order toget the boot pulled.
Not sure if I can or will redo it an re-enter.
Why are some people so. . .awful?
Apparently someone decided to vote multiple times on the BunnyBoot, on more than one occasion, in order toget the boot pulled.
Not sure if I can or will redo it an re-enter.
Why are some people so. . .awful?
Hi,
OK. This boot could REALLY help a lot of homeless bunnies, if it wins. So if you like it enough, please give it a 5 - and get your friends to vote too!
The BunnyBoot
Help save the lives of abandoned rabbits with this super cute BunnyBoot! Thousands of rabbits are abandoned and euthanized every year--at shelters all over the world. If this boot wins, the award money will help the our rescued bunnies, and just wearing it will bring recognition to the plight of homeless rabbits worldwide! Give the boot a 5 and help more bunnies stay alive! (Red stitching and red or white laces.)
OK. This boot could REALLY help a lot of homeless bunnies, if it wins. So if you like it enough, please give it a 5 - and get your friends to vote too!
The BunnyBoot
Help save the lives of abandoned rabbits with this super cute BunnyBoot! Thousands of rabbits are abandoned and euthanized every year--at shelters all over the world. If this boot wins, the award money will help the our rescued bunnies, and just wearing it will bring recognition to the plight of homeless rabbits worldwide! Give the boot a 5 and help more bunnies stay alive! (Red stitching and red or white laces.)
Hey,
If anyone is reading this, please vote for my boot design in the Doc martens Boot Design contest. The winner gets about 1000 dollars and their design used for a year, so please give my design a 5!
Vote Here!
If anyone is reading this, please vote for my boot design in the Doc martens Boot Design contest. The winner gets about 1000 dollars and their design used for a year, so please give my design a 5!
Vote Here!
Hey. . .
For you out there who do this sort of thing, please say some prayers for my mother. Her cancer has apparently now metastasized to her brain. She is so ill and so pitiful. I am glad she is able to be at her home with Hospice care--amazing wonderful Hospice care--and her round-the-clock caregivers (who really do make me believe in saints). . .but she is losing more and more of herself, and on most days now she goes in and out of knowing what's going on. She sleeps most of the time, and we can talk to her a little, but . . .it is getting so she is less and less aware of reality and she just talks about whatever is in her mixed-up head.
She has bouts of anger and crying, some of it related to reality, some of it a product of the disease.
She is 78 (parents were older when they had me).
This is no way to love and I don't understand why she just can't go...can't find peace.
Some of you know that my mother and I have not had a good relationship since I was about 15. She has been an angry person, most likely bi-polar and just plain ol' nasty. SHe has caused me a great amount of emotional pain and problems, whcih I think I have pretty much overcome at this point.
Yet, I have always hoped that at some point, some day--somehow--she would see that I am not the evil, mean, pointless human she thinks I am. I mean, she thinks that I lied about being molested "just to hurt her"???WTF? They gut was fucking thrown OFF the ranch were he ran his training business because it was also a girl's school--and obviously he had done bad things (the school never prosecuted, but later on some individual girls did).
Well, according to her either I lied, or I CHOSE to let it happen (after the first time), because I wanted to ride horses more than I wanted to be good. I was nine. I didn't tell because it was awful enough to go through it, let alone have to then go tell about it and listen to my parents freak out. I think even then I know that thought they would have stopped it, my mother would have worn it as HER injury "how could this have happened to MY baby........." and she would have blamed my father (for getting me into horses in the first place).
As a kid I think telling seemed like the more frightening alternative.
Anyway....God, this is the horrible circle I go in everyday: I am sad, I am scared, I am so angry; I am guilty for being angry at a dying woman; I am in tears. . .and in the end I push all aside and try to do what I can for her. Bring her home-cooked meals and flowers, which she loves, and little things that make her feel like a woman still (perfumed massage lotions, tiny bracelets and earrings that I make for her - stuff she can wear in bed).... and I sit with her and talk when she can, listen - or just sit there, so that she knows I am there.
And it is heartbreaking, no matter the anger, to watch what feels like the disintegration of a human being--my mother. Despite all the crap and the anger, she is still my mother. My mother.
My mother.
And I just don't know where to go from here. . .
So yes, please say prayers or blessings or thoughts or positive energies her way. Please just hope that she can be at peace, whatever that finally means.
And please try to excuse me for whining my way through this.
It is the only truly revealing blog I've ever written here (other than, of course, the bunny stuff - which is very much me).
For you out there who do this sort of thing, please say some prayers for my mother. Her cancer has apparently now metastasized to her brain. She is so ill and so pitiful. I am glad she is able to be at her home with Hospice care--amazing wonderful Hospice care--and her round-the-clock caregivers (who really do make me believe in saints). . .but she is losing more and more of herself, and on most days now she goes in and out of knowing what's going on. She sleeps most of the time, and we can talk to her a little, but . . .it is getting so she is less and less aware of reality and she just talks about whatever is in her mixed-up head.
She has bouts of anger and crying, some of it related to reality, some of it a product of the disease.
She is 78 (parents were older when they had me).
This is no way to love and I don't understand why she just can't go...can't find peace.
Some of you know that my mother and I have not had a good relationship since I was about 15. She has been an angry person, most likely bi-polar and just plain ol' nasty. SHe has caused me a great amount of emotional pain and problems, whcih I think I have pretty much overcome at this point.
Yet, I have always hoped that at some point, some day--somehow--she would see that I am not the evil, mean, pointless human she thinks I am. I mean, she thinks that I lied about being molested "just to hurt her"???WTF? They gut was fucking thrown OFF the ranch were he ran his training business because it was also a girl's school--and obviously he had done bad things (the school never prosecuted, but later on some individual girls did).
Well, according to her either I lied, or I CHOSE to let it happen (after the first time), because I wanted to ride horses more than I wanted to be good. I was nine. I didn't tell because it was awful enough to go through it, let alone have to then go tell about it and listen to my parents freak out. I think even then I know that thought they would have stopped it, my mother would have worn it as HER injury "how could this have happened to MY baby........." and she would have blamed my father (for getting me into horses in the first place).
As a kid I think telling seemed like the more frightening alternative.
Anyway....God, this is the horrible circle I go in everyday: I am sad, I am scared, I am so angry; I am guilty for being angry at a dying woman; I am in tears. . .and in the end I push all aside and try to do what I can for her. Bring her home-cooked meals and flowers, which she loves, and little things that make her feel like a woman still (perfumed massage lotions, tiny bracelets and earrings that I make for her - stuff she can wear in bed).... and I sit with her and talk when she can, listen - or just sit there, so that she knows I am there.
And it is heartbreaking, no matter the anger, to watch what feels like the disintegration of a human being--my mother. Despite all the crap and the anger, she is still my mother. My mother.
My mother.
And I just don't know where to go from here. . .
So yes, please say prayers or blessings or thoughts or positive energies her way. Please just hope that she can be at peace, whatever that finally means.
And please try to excuse me for whining my way through this.
It is the only truly revealing blog I've ever written here (other than, of course, the bunny stuff - which is very much me).
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