Thank you! It’s really difficult to channel the mindset of a pope-bedecked chihuahua. I really think I nailed it.

Nice try, Pope Baby. If that’s your real name.
But I’ve got this cute pope impostor thing on lock. So don’t even. Just don’t.

Yes Anna Melon, if that’s your real name, whatermelon you doing criticizing old white men for this? Honeydew you understand we white men are an oppressed class?

There’s a new commercial on Hulu for United Methodist Churches that says “Church can happen anywhere” ...that phrase really scares me for some reason...like I’m going to wake up in my house, go downstairs, and there’s church going on.... gives me the chills.

My go to curse is: May every step you take feel like you’re walking on Legos.

It’s certainly your right to wonder (and it’s probably unavoidable), but I hope that you are as kind to yourself as you would be to someone you were giving counsel to.

Our furbabies are cats but they’re adopted from MEOW. Adopt, everybody!

Me and the biggest dork in whole entire world (besides me) pictured below. I found this English bullie at the county animal shelter. Adoption is the best! Also dogs are the best. Your baby is ADORABLE! I had a pittie for about 15 years and she was the kindest, most gentle and loving dog I have ever been around.

pitties for the win! adopt every time. if you want a specific breed, there's a rescue group for that breed. there's no reason to support breeders.

Team Cat. My adopted baby.

I’ve posted this one before (it’s now two years old, but I haven’t gotten my shit together enough to load new pics onto my computer...). Both girls are rescues. Both are tripods. Both are mutts. Both are the best dogs EVER. Rescues FTW!

Here’s one of my two foster failures: he was with us for 10 days, we fell in love with him, then dutifully put him on the transport truck to another rescue. We cried for 12 hours straight and told them to bring him back. So after a round trip in a van, he hasn’t left our side since. That was a year ago yesterday. He’s…

He’s gorgeous! I had a puppy cat who would ask for treats by tapping hands (or faces, if you fell asleep on the couch) and play hide and seek! People underestimate cats’ abilities to be trained, I think. I spent two days with my friend’s cats and had them playing hide and seek to the point that she couldn't leave the…

Gap would do that to me (ontop of on-calls) during the holiday season when they were overstaffed because of bad staffing. I would drive 25 minutes in a snowstorm, get to work, and then go home 1.5 hours later. Fuck that shit.

My parents were both clueless white-collar workers in engineering and finance. My mom only knew about OSHA violations and unions because she would occasionally have to go down to the floor to see what was happening with a new project, would need to wear steel toed boots, and have on safety goggles. Neither of them…

Lawyers. And Engineers.

I remeber taking hot yoga after a meal out and my shoulder smelled like powdered ginger.

A lot of people do smell like what they eat. I am one of those people whose pores emit my last meal or two very strongly. I love garlic and red wine, and my body makes sure that everyone knows it. It is obvious enough that if I have an important meeting or a job interview, I eat mostly produce and bread beforehand.

The show LOST proved to me I don’t have a type. I wanted to bone Sawyer, Sayid, Jin, Guyliner, and the dude who turned into the Smoke Monster at varying points during the show.