Wednesday, July 19, 2006

Food For Thought...

"Happiness is not a goal, it's a by-product."
- Eleanor Roosevelt

Tuesday, July 18, 2006

Learn To See The Innocence

It is my belief that people, in general, are good. Most people, I think, are just trying to survive, trying to make a good life for themselves and their family with what they have, while trying to live a filling and enjoyable life. People make choices everyday based off of what they have learned in the past, their previous life experiences, their logic, and their emotions. Simply put, people do the best that they can, given what they know and how they feel.

I have come to learn in my 22 years on this planet that it is downright IMPOSSIBLE to please everybody. Because every single person has been brought up in different situations, with different backgrounds, different religions, and completely different life experiences, everyone has their own 'right' and their own 'wrong'. Regardless of how right you think you are, there is always going to be someone who thinks you're wrong. Regardless of how beautiful you are, there is always going to be someone who thinks you are ugly. Regardless of how smart you are, there is always going to be someone who thinks you are a moron. And for every decision you make, and action that you take, there is going to be someone who disagrees with you, or thinks you should have taken a different approach. Sadly and simply put, you are always going to have a cynic.

I believe that in order to get past our cultural, religious, emotional, and logical differences, we ALL need to learn to see the innocence in the people around us. From the people that we talk to daily, to the drivers we drive on the road with that we don't even know, we need to stop and realize that we don't ever know what is causing someone to act a certain way, say a certain something, or use a certain tone of voice. Even if you know a person very well or are related to them, you've never lived in their shoes, so you don't know that person's past experiences, conversations, or the feelings they carry that might motivate them to act a certain way. So before judging, jumping to conclusions, flying off the handle, or reacting to someone, take moment to see the innocence in them, and you might just react differently.

*"See The Innocence" is a chapter in
Don't Sweat The Small Stuff--And It's All Small Stuff by Richard Carlson.

Wednesday, June 28, 2006

One Truth (As I Know It) About Human Interaction

You're driving home from work, and your 'gas light' comes on indicating you might not make it home unless you stop for a fill up. After filling up, you walk into the gas station to buy a bottle of pop, and make your way to the cashier. Upon reaching the counter, you smile and greet the cashier with your usually courteous "Hi, how are you?", assuming that the cashier will smile back, and reply with the traditional "Just fine, thank you" and ring up your up your purchase. But instead, just the opposite happens, she starts to tell you about her life, and how 'not fine' she really is. She starts to tell you how her boyfriend just left her and how she can't afford her rent anymore, let alone groceries for her baby and much needed repairs for her car so she can get to and from work.

How would you react to a situation like this? My guess is that most of us would just brush it off with a "Well, I hope things get better for you" followed by a sympathetic smile as you quickly make your way out the door of the gas station, pondering the strange event that just occurred.

Truth of the matter is that you asked for it. Unknowingly, maybe, but you did. It seems to me that everywhere, everyone had become completely jaded by the simple inquiry of "How are you?". Read it again, "How are you?". See the question mark at the end? It is a question, most definitely not a greeting. So why, oh why, do we ask random people (such as the gas station cashier), distant acquaintances, and people that we don't really want to know about this question? I can't tell you for sure, but I have a mildly good guess- People who ask this question 9 times out of 10 are waiting to hear the traditional "Fine, thank you."

The way I see it, it's all about appearances. From my experience, most people want to appear to be nice, courteous, and considerate when meeting or greeting another person. However, when the question "How are you?", comes out of their mouth, it is completely empty and meaningless, however unbeknownst to them. Truth is that they DON'T REALLY, TRULY, HONESTLY WANT TO KNOW. Unknowingly, all they want is want the credit for appearing to be a nice guy (or girl) for asking this question. Fortunately for askers of this question, most receivers are equally as jaded, so they often reply with the traditional "Fine, thank you" or something equivalent, all the while knowing that everything is NOT fine, but subconsciously realizing that this person really doesn't want the truth. In a weird way, the receiver is now doing a courtesy to the asker by knowing to keep his answer short, simple, and free of specific detail. When you think about it like that, isn't it kind of sad?

Maybe the cashier at the gas station was a bad example, considering most people won't just spill their life story to any stranger who asks them how they're doing. But consider that acquaintance at your work whom you never really talk to, only say hi to and mildly chit-chat with from time to to time, or the aunt that you see only at holiday get-togethers. What would or could happen if we were more genuine when asking this question? What would or could happen if people actually started answering the question truthfully, rather than giving a common and impersonal response?

I don't know the answers to these questions, but I do know that we all need to step outside our bubble from time to time and try to actually connect with people around us. So next time you ask someone "How are you?", why not try to actually mean it, listen to the person's response, and see what happens?

Tuesday, June 27, 2006

Joke of the Day

Q: How many mice does it take to screw in a lightbulb?

A: Just two, but how do they get in there?!

Friday, November 18, 2005

10 Little-Known Facts About Holly

1.) When I was 10, I played the part of "Bambi" in a play called "How Raggedy Ann and Andy Saved Easter". Let me tell you, I was one foxy little fawn!

2.) Weird as it sounds, I shave my big toe. Toe hair is just gross.

3.) I love to eat plain lemoms- no sugar, no salt, just plain. Yumm!

4.) I've never broken a bone in my body, or been admitted into a hopital for any reason.

5.) When I was little, my Dad used to play a game with me before bedtime that he called "Bucking Bronco", I'd ride on his back and he'd buck up and down like a bull, trying (not very hard) to make me fall off.

6.) I will never get wisdom teeth. No really, my dentist x-rayed and I don't have any! Yay!

7.) I fell out of the back of my dad's (moving) truck and slammed the back of my head down on the pavement when I was 13. The doctors in the emergency room told me that my ponytail cushioned my head, saving me from getting a concussion.

8.) I was a photographer on the school yearbook staff in 8th grade.

9.) My parents almost named me Tiffany instead of Holly.

10.) In 5th grade, I won the award for "Elementary Student of the Month" for the whole Independence school district. All I got was a plaque and a crappy pencil.

**Inspired by April's Xanga post from Friday, November 11th.

Thursday, October 13, 2005

YAY! New Pictures!

Puffy- She seems to be pondering something important. Maybe she's thinking about stealing Shaddo's rawhide!Puffy- Trying to look adorable while begging me for a treat. She's looking in the direction of the cabinet that I keep them in.
Shaddo- Laying on a pillow, trying his hardest to be cute, and doing a damn good job of it! Just look at that face!
Shaddo- Trying his hardest to look like he just didn't do something that he shouldn't have. Notice the lack of eye-contact... Looks guilty to me!

Wednesday, October 05, 2005

Making a Californian Out Of Alan

For those of you that don't know, my good buddy and cubicle-neighbor, Alan, moved away to California recently. While I am happy for him, because he has wanted to make this move since well before I met him, I have to say that I am not entirely happy about the situation. I really hate to get all mushy (Alan is anything but mushy), but I miss his shocking sarcasm, quick (although sometimes harsh) wit, and off the wall comments. Smoke breaks (oh yeah, brief update- I didn't end up quitting) are no longer as exciting as they once were (Amy and Dale, no offense), I am missing out on my daily Family Guy and reality show updates, and I have no one around to teach (or rather re-teach) me bad words in sign language! Seriously, how can one live on after forgetting how to say "horny" in sign language? I'm not sure, but apparently, I'm doing alright so far..

Fortunately for all of us at
work that love Alan so, he is an email-oholic, so he's never more than a few key-strokes away. Alan and I have emailed each other plenty since he left. He has told me stories, lots of stories, most of which I can't share on the blog for the sake of staying (somewhat) PG-13. He's met some interesting people and some weirdos, and recently he developed his first San Diego crush, on a guy that works at the bar which he has been frequenting. He affectionately calls this guy "Mr. Reyes" but who's real name I found out, is Garnick. I also found out that (and I quote), he is "Ever so dreamy", but didn't really say two words to Alan. Yes, that's right, even gay boys can be jerks!

Having to learn your way around a new city must be tough, although I wouldn't know, since I've never ventured far out of the Kansas City area. But I can imagine that any person in that situation would get quite turned around, trying to remember new street names, intersections, and highways. But just imagine how much more tedious this would be without a car. Alan is not much a driver, I mean, he has a license, and he can drive, he just doesn't like to, and the safest thing for everyone is to keep him off the road whenever possible. So in San Diego, he takes the bus, the train, whatever gets him where he's going. Except once, he kinda walked a mile and a half in the wrong direction, looking for his bus stop, had to back track all that way, and walk another mile and a half to where is bus stop actually was. Yeah, it's funny for us who didn't have to walk nearly 5 miles just to board the bus for work, but I know for a fact (without being told) that Alan was walking down the street shouting expletives that I couldn't possibly recite in my blog.

I've got to commend Alan for taking that leap and moving half-way across the country to San Diego, not many people would have the guts to do something that extreme. And although I miss him terribly, I'm happy that he's where he wants to be, and that I now have a place to stay when I feel like going to California (I've already got plans to go out there in January!).

Monday, October 03, 2005

Shaddo Bear Copeland- International Model & SUPERSTAR!!

For those of you that haven't heard yet - I have BIG news!

Everyone that has met him, or even seen a picture of him knows that Shaddo is one of the most adorable little dogs EVER. And while it usually doesn't get him anywhere (especially when you find him with half of a blue eyeliner pencil in his mouth, and the rest ground into the carpet- TRUE STORY), this time, Shaddo's dashing good looks, sparkly eyes, and goofy "punk-rocker hair" (to quote the Belton McDonald's drive thru worker from last week) has done him a world of good...

Drum Roll Please....

I am excited to announce that a picture of Shaddo that I entered in a photo contest has been chosen to be featured in a book entitled "Cutest Pets of 2005". The book contains cute pictures of pets from all over the world, and is due out in late fall of this year. It is a compilation of the best photos that are entered in the Cutest Pet Contest each year.
On top of the honor of being included the book, Shaddo is a finalist to be the cover picture, and a finalist to have his picture appear as a month in the "Cute Pets Calendar" for 2006.

Yay Shaddo! I knew you cuteness would do you SOME good eventually!
Next stop: Commercials! (Hehe, Yeah right..)

Tuesday, September 27, 2005

Shaddo's Piece

I'm going to let the cat... er, dog, out of the bag here. My sweet Puffy, well, she's a pansy ass. Weighing nearly twice the 7 pounds that Shaddo weighs, Puffy just doesn't hold her own against him. When trying to play catch with Puffy, Shaddo will run after Puffy and attack her once she retrieves the ball, only to let up once it is in HIS mouth. And Puffy just lets it happen! More often than not, she will just let him have it and go lay down, only occasionally opting to attack him to try and get her toy back, which usually doesn't work anyways. Shaddo's a mean little shit and will defend his toy endlessly, and if that means attacking Puffy's head time and time again until she just gives up, then so be it.

I have yet to decide what Puffy's deal is. Is she just a giant sweetheart that is out to keep the peace between her and Shaddo? Or is she just a big fat push-over that doesn't realize she is big enough to beat Shaddo down? Regardless of her reasoning (which, sadly, I may never know), after what I saw occur last night, I think Puffy and I need to pow-wow.

I was sitting on the living room floor, concentrated on making a necklace, while listening to the [losing] Chiefs in the background. I glanced up, toward the TV to watch the playback of a play that had just occurred, when out of the corner of my eye, I see Shaddo..... Humping.... Puffy's.... HEAD?!?!? It was so disturbing, it took me a few seconds before I could react. Imagine this, Puffy is sitting against the entertainment center, just chillin, relaxing, and minding her own business, while APPARENTLY looking really good to Shaddo, who just nonchalantly (I can only image, Shaddo is all about being nonchalant and inconspicuous) walked up to her, mounted her head, and started pumping. All the while, Puffy just sits there, not trying to escape, seemingly content with letting her head get humped by a dog half the size of her.

Now, honestly, I just have a problem with this whole situation. I mean, come on... She lets him beat up on her, steal her stuff, and after that's said and done, she's still totally okay with letting him hump her face. Puff, we really do need to talk, it's bitches like you that give us all a bad name...

Thursday, September 15, 2005

Evil Genius

I was a nice mommy the other day and bought my babies some new treats. Rest assured that this treat-buying occasion had nothing to do with the fact that these treats were marked down to 80% off, and had everything to do with the fact that I love my babies more than anything in the world and that they deserved it. I will say, though, that the 80% off didn't hurt my wallet any. These treats were cool, I'd never seen any like it before. They were raw-hide lollipops, the perfect size for my little dogs' mouths. There was a thin little, white rawhide stick holding on top of it a good-sized chunk of flavored rawhide goodness. Cute, huh?

Well, like normal, when each given their lollipop treat, the babies were more interested in the others than in their own. After switching back and forth a few times, they finally each settled with their respective rawhide lollipops and began the chewing process.

A short time later, it was time for the babies to go outside and do their business. Shaddo always goes first, followed up by Puffy, as they tend to distract each other if they go out together. So, I took Shaddo away from his lollipop and outside. Shaddo finished his business rather quickly (anxious to get back to his rawhide, it seemed) and ran back to the house, Puffy came out the door as I let Shaddo in. Puffy went and did her business, and as she was walking back to the front door, I saw it. Puffy had Shaddo's rawhide! Apparently, while Shaddo had been outside, Puffy had been "taking care" of his rawhide and had taken a liking to it, and decided to take it for herself! Being the evil genius that she is, she brought it outside with her while she went potty, where she knew Shaddo couldn't get to it! She walked back in the house, looking ready to defend what was now 'her' treat.

It absolutely fascinates me that my dog is this smart! I didn't think that a dog's thought processes was extensive enough to 'plot' like Puffy did. Maybe I was wrong...

Monday, September 12, 2005

That's What I Get...

Saturday night, on the way out the door to the garage, Dennis encountered a spider web. From my seat in the living room, I heard some commotion and the door opening and closing a few times, after a minute or so I decided that I better investigate. I went downstairs to find Dennis frantically looking all over the floor around the doorway, while simotaneously swatting an imaginary something off of his back. I asked what was going on, and Dennis told me that he had run into a spider web, and that the spider fallen and landed on his arm. He told me that he had swatted it off and it had run off somewhere, he thought back into the house.

You've got to know Dennis to know that he's got a HUGE case of arachnophobia. He's a big guy, and he used to be an exterminator, so I just don't get it. But if he ever has a spider near him, or heaven forbid, actually ON him, he freaks out, jumping around a screaming like a little girl. But that wasn't the case this time, I heard no screaming, and I might have heard a little jumping, but it's hard to tell since I had been upstairs. So, I decided to commend Dennis on his courage, "I am so proud of you, honey! You ran into a spider web and had a spider crawling down your arm, and you DIDN'T scream like a little girl? Good for you!" was about the way it came out, with only a little bit of a sarcastic undertone. Just as I said that, Dennis saw his little eight-legged enemy, crawling on the garage floor, and proceeded to smash him with his shoe. Problem Solved, so Dennis then left to go get the pizza that he was on his way to get....

.....OR SO I THOUGHT....

I had just gotten upstairs and sat back down after the spider fiasco, when I heard Dennis honk the horn in his Durango, while still sitting in the garage. I went down to the garage to see what he needed. When I opened the door, he was sitting in his Durango, which was pulled back to half in and half out of the garage. Calm as ever, he told me to go get a shoe or something, that there was another spider by the wall that he needed me to kill for him. I went upstairs and got a shoe, and returned to save Dennis from the mean little spider. He told me to move a box that was leaned up against the wall, that the spider was behind it. Slowly, I moved the box over to the side, only to discover THE BIGGEST, HAIRIEST, MOST NASTIEST LOOKING SPIDER THAT I HAVE EVER SEEN!!! Now, I am not scared of spiders, never have been really, but this spider was the king of all spiders, it was like an amazon spider or something! I could just visualize this spider projectile spitting a volatile, sticky liquid at me, or sprouting super long fangs and jumping on my face as I leaned down to smash it with the boot that I was holding in my hand. Yes, it was THAT big, and it was THAT nasty. I swear one of those spider's legs had the girth of my pinkie finger, and I knew better than to mess with it. I just started screaming, jumping, running around the garage, yelling at Dennis that I wasn't going ANYWHERE NEAR THAT THING!! I asked him how could he sit in his truck and tell me with a straight face that there was a spider that needed killing, when obviously, this was not just a spider, this was the world's biggest spider! He should have warned me, I had the right to be warned!

Dennis just laughed and said that it was my punishment for mocking him a few minutes earlier, when the spider had fallen on him and I had told him how proud of him I was for not screaming like a girl. This spider, the one I was supposed to kill, he told me, was the same kind. Being the smart one that Dennis is, he told me to grab a broom that was in the opposite corner of the garage and smash the spider with it. So I grabbed to broom and smashed the bristles as hard as I could over the top of the humongo spider. At that point, Dennis finally got out of his Durango with a flashlight, and we went through the whole garage, finding and killing about 4 of these gigantic, super-spiders....

Team Dennis & Holly - 4 pts
Spiders - 0 pts

Just go ahead and ask me if I'll ever kill another spider for Dennis again...Just go ahead and ask...

Friday, August 19, 2005

Don't We Know That We Deserve Better?

I've been somewhat of a counselor to my sister this past week. Despite the warnings and discouragement from everyone around her, April got into a relationship with a boy that she should have known was bad news from the very beginning. The past three days, she has called me crying, over one thing or another that has happened between her and this guy. I hate to say I told you so, so I just try to listen and tell her what I know from my past experiences. But it makes me sad. Not just April, but all girls, they make me sad, and sometimes, just sick.

Cold had it right when they wrote the song "Stupid Girl". Don't even worry about the lyrics, the title says it all. That's right, I'm going to turn on my own kind, and sell them out- GIRLS ARE JUST PLAIN STUPID. While most of us wise up eventually and realize that our destiny and future is in our OWN hands and no one else's, there are a few of us out there that don't ever come to this realization, and that's a sad thing.

I love to tell people that ALL YOU HAVE TO LIVE FOR IN LIFE IS YOUR OWN HAPPINESS, IF YOU'RE NOT HAPPY- THERE IS NOTHING ELSE. No one else in this world is going to give you happiness or contentment, you must find that on your own. Why don't most girls understand this? Why are there so many girls out there that feel stuck in a relationship with someone who treats them like crap or hits them because they are too scared to leave? If those girls have anything to be scared about, they should be scared of what might happen if they don't leave. No one deserves to be treated badly, but some girls will just sit around and live with it, and these are the stupid girls I speak of.

Girls, relationships are hard enough without all the added drama of an a$$hole guy treating you like crap. Relationships are meant to be a good thing, it's unfortunate that so many people have this fact backwards in their mind. Being in a good relationship means respecting them person you are with and showing them love, it entails being your true self with your partner. It means bringing them up when they are down and supporting them in any way possible when times get hard for them. Relationships aren't supposed to cause problems, relationships, if anything, should alleviate them.

April- Thank God you got out of that situation when you did, I am proud of you for that. Please don't ever scare Mom, Dad, and I like that again. We were TRULY worried. We love you and are here if you need ANYTHING, and we have nothing but your best interest at heart.

DOE RE MI BEER- By Homer J. Simpson

DOE (Dough)..... The stuff...that buys me beer...

RAY..... The guy that sells me beer...

ME...... The guy... who drinks the beer...

FAR..... The distance to my beer...

SO...... I think I'll have a beer...

LA...... La la la la la la beer...

TEA..... No thanks, I'm drinking beer...

That will bring us back to...(Looks into an empty glass)


Saturday, August 13, 2005

Dennis & Holly Do Vegas!

To view a slide show of the pictures we took in Vegas, click HERE.
(Just click on "View Photos Without Signing In" under the sign-in boxes...)

Thursday, August 04, 2005

Bringing Shaddo Up To Speed

I recently realized that if Shaddo knew the concept of a blog, that he might be a little jealous of the fact that I named my blog "PuffyLand", in honor of Puffy, my first-bought (get it? like first-born? haha!). While I am not going to create an alternate blog, and name it "ShaddoWorld", or something equally clever, yesterday I made my attempt at evening up the attention-war between my dogs. I found a site called I haven't really figured out the point of the sight yet, other than to surf through it and look at pictures of dogs, but both of my dogs now have their own website. Each of their individual websites is dedicated to each individual dog, and has their entire life history and personal data for others to read. Some dog owners actually keep diaries of their dogs' lives, but I figure that I have most of my dogs' major events covered here in the blog, so we just put up a quick bio and some pictures. While searching the site, if you find a particular dog that you like, you can anonymously "leave a bone" for that dog to let him/her know that someone was there, reading about them or admiring their pictures.
Click here if you are interested in seeing Shaddo's site.
Click here if you are interested in seeing Puffy's site.

Warm Welcomes from Shaddo

I love my Shaddo bear. I really, really do. But there comes a point in every relationship when loyalty and unconditional love are tested, and my relationship with Shaddo has gotten to that point. Everyday, when I walk into the house from work, both dogs run to me and jump all over me, excited about my arrival home. While I love the attention and nice welcome that I get upon walking in the door, I don't love, what happens next- A literal WARM WELCOME. Shaddo gets so excited that I get a daily dose of pee all over my pants, or if I am wearing a skirt, my legs. It has gotten to the point where upon my arrival home, I have to immediately pick Shaddo up and take him outside before telling Dennis hello, and sometimes even before putting my stuff down. This, after only a couple months of daily reoccurences, has gotten very old, and I just don't know how to fix it! Any suggestions?

Shaddo, I love you, and I love the fact that you have so much love and affection flowing through your little 4 pound body, but does it really have to flow out of your little wee-wee, too?!

Tuesday, August 02, 2005

Public Apology

I want to take a moment to apologize to those of you who have to see me everyday from now, up until I leave for Vegas on Saturday morning. I am sorry, but I am excited, I am ancy, and I am very, very anxious, and I am going to talk about Vegas non-stop until I leave. Sitting here at my desk for five minutes feels like an eternity, every smoke break I go on only takes me 5 minutes closer to Vegas, and this is going to be my mindset until I get off the plane in Vegas and make my first bet on the roulette table. Go number 17!!

Monday, July 25, 2005

You Win Some, You Lose Some...

The weekend started out innocent enough. Dennis went and rented 3 movies on Friday to ensure that we would have something to do while sitting at home, saving money. See, with less than 2 weeks until we leave for Vegas, money of the essence. My current cash flow is low, although not nearly as low as my will-power and self restraint. Only 5 minutes into the first movie, very aware of the fact that it was a bad idea, Dennis and I decided to each forego $100 of our Vegas money to take it to Ameristar Casino.

Three hours later, Dennis and I left the casino, each $60 poorer. That's the most that I could bear to lose, it hurt too much, although I suppose it could have been much worse. Before we had left, while betting his last few dollars on the Roulette table, and one spin before winning a fraction of his money back, Dennis actually told me that I have a lot of self-control, since I had chose to walk away with my $40 instead of trying to win back the $60 I had lost. Maybe I should tell him that if I had much of any self control, I probably wouldn't have been at the casino in the first place... I should have waited and gambled that money in Vegas...

Wednesday, July 20, 2005

Why Alan is the BEST Smoke Buddy

During a smoke break yesterday, I let the few people out there know that I had an announcement, and I proceeded to proudly announce that Shaddo had learned to shake.
I could sense a faint hint of sarcasm as Alan looked at me and said, "What? He learned how to have a seizure?"

I'll just let that sink in...

Monday, July 18, 2005


A girl was visiting her blonde friend, who had acquired two new dogs.

She asked, "What are their names?"

The blonde replied, "That one is Rolex, and that one is Timex."

Her friend said, "Whoever heard of someone naming dogs like that?"

"Helllooo?" said the blonde. "They're watch dogs..."