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This is one of the last photos I have of Crazy Nick. This photo was taken on August 28th while we were zooming around the east coast in his airplane. Several days later Nick died flying the plane in the background in Shenandoah National Park. (https://www.nps.gov/shen/learn/news/plane-crash.htm). I’ve been afraid to talk about it, because I’m afraid of my mom finding out. If she did, she would go crazy that I was in a plane several days before it crashed. I’m scared. I’m wondering if I did something super irresponsible, but I’m very grateful I took the day off to fly with him and spend one last day with him. ...

I lived in Kentucky for a year when I was 16 years old. As I started to drink alcohol, around the age of 23, I started to learn that I had an affinity for a drink often know to hail from the region of the United States called Bourbon. Now, all whiskey is not bourbon, but all bourbon is whiskey. It’s a subclass of whiskey. I’ve heard several differentiations of what constitutes bourbon, from where it is made, to the ingredients to, and several others. The thing is, I don’t really care about that. What I care about is that it is a drink that I enjoy. I enjoy drinking it on the rocks. I know it waters it down the whiskey, but if it is how I like it, why is it wrong? ...

Does anyone else obsess about fonts? I mean, I know there are graphics designers and various other people who go nuts about them, but I’m wondering in general is a large portion of population or just clustered around my friends? While I have fonts that I go to, and I enjoy the Macklemore song where he calls out “Gold Fonts”, I don’t really know as much about them as I feel I should. Fonts are so powerful. They help words take shape. They can help you easily identify words or make text incredibly hard to read. As someone with a reading disability, pattern recognizing a signature of word is a trick I use to read a little bit faster. Good fonts can help that, bad fonts can hurt that. ...

What? What? What do you want now? Your have such high demands on me. All I want to do is sit here and be calm. To enjoy my day leisurely with the luxury that is deserved to me. So what? What can I do for you before I go back to my cat nap.

Momma, I love you. And not just a little bit. Like all the treats that you’ve fed to me love Momma, I know you know how much I love you Even when I’m barking up a storm during your yoga class It’s because I love you. I want the world to know my love Every time I shout from my tiny little (dare I say cute) dog lungs, It’s a cry of support and love for you. I cherish you, as I know you cherish me. It is surprising when you leave me behind to spend time elsewhere But it only heightens my energy to share my love for you when I get reunited. And momma, I love you like I love shoelaces. Both you and shoe laces are delicious. If you made me pick between the two, I would pick you, but it would be tough. Shoelaces are awesome. I love our walks, and especially the part where you try to get me move and we play our fun little game we play where I lie down in the shade. I know that secretly you are happy for the break, I can see this in all the barking you do at me in those moments. That’s when I know we are connected. We are the same, you and I, momma. See me here, in this moment, practicing on my belly like you do. I even have my tongue stuck out like you. Okay, momma, now that I have told you about my love, I will bark, and you will give me a treat! ...