This is the Day

This is the day
This is the day I was dreading
This is the day I had prepared myself for
This is one of the days I will never forget
And one that I'll never regret
This is a day I cry and sigh and remember and dream

This day I write and have nothing to say
I have nothing to feel but loss and pain and the tears rolling down my face every five minutes

On this day, my little guy goes
His body was too old and weak and said no more

This is the day he barks
This is the day he prances in parks
Of color and he's with his momma who we took him from when he was too young
And my gramma who knew he was a gift I'd love
In his little box he looks up at me, whimpering and scared
I hold him in one hand, his tiny litle puggy face looking up at me
I see his little trot
I smell his little paws
I see his face black, and salt and pepper and white

I hope his tail is curled
I hope he knew how very much he was loved
I will miss him forever

I Feel So Used

So it has happened...

After about 10 years of carrying around a debit card with virtually no problems, somehow my information has been stolen and all...that's right ALL of my payecheck (direct deposited on thursday night) has been drained. Even better, I happened to check my account this morning around 12:30 in the midst of some baking chipotle cornbread. You can imagine how easy it was for me to fall asleep.

Even better...my most trusted bank, which I have sworn by for years, has NO 24 hour 800 number service for it's members. The panic of finding this out while desperately trying to cancel my cards was absolutlely INFURIATING!!!!! So what do I do next? The only logical thing...wake up my husband, who has to get up around 5 this morning for work. Of course, he comes to all the dead ends I had convinced myself were just result of my panicked rushing around the website. His final exclamations were no less than how much my bank sucked and how unbelievable it was that there is absolutely NO ONE available to talk to when you notice an issue around 12:30 am on a Saturday morning. Seriously, WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT???? The best part is that Jefe had just gone through this with one of his credit cards and guess what??? THE FUCKING BANK CALLED HIM BECAUSE THE ACTIVITY ON IT WAS UNUSUAL. Basically, they did what a bank/credit card vendor should do, which is protect the money and credit of their client.

At this point, I'm not sure what I'm more angry at. My bank, or the fucker who took all my money out and left a transaction on my bank statement that loudly and clearly reads "Pechanga". Actually, screw the missing money, I just don't want people thinking I go to Pechanga goddammit. I'm just saying, just when it seems like things are going pretty good, something like this happens to swiftly set me back into the reality of how unpredictable life is.