Messages From The Heartland

[injest]

Hey, David....thinking about you this afternoon..hope you are doing ok...

[injest]

Good night, sweet David

Have sweet dreams....

 

[Kelda]

to cheer you up...

[youtube=425,350]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XIgDP0rNcdM&feature=related[/youtube]

[injest]

to cheer you up...

[youtube=425,350]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XIgDP0rNcdM&feature=related[/youtube]

I SERIOUSLY need a puppy!! A cute cuddly fluffy puppy with floppy ears!

[David In Indy]

Awww. That puppy is so cute Kelda! Thanks for posting him in here!

[injest]

Awww. That puppy is so cute Kelda! Thanks for posting him in here!

there is a Mini Me Cody in that video, David!! 

[David In Indy]

I saw a three legged dog today. I was driving back to Speedway, and his owner was walking him through the neighborhood. He was a great big black dog. BEAUTIFUL! And he had three legs. He would take a step with his front paws and then limp with his back paw. Step and limp. Step and limp. The funny thing is, he seemed perfectly happy and blissfully ignorant of the fact that he was different. He was enjoying his walk with his owner. I felt sorry for him at first, but quickly changed my mind. Why should I feel sorry for him? Because he's happy? That doesn't make sense, does it? I don't think he realized he had a problem at all. And since it WASN'T a problem for him, he really didn't have a problem did he?

I often get embarrassed because I'm extremely hyper. I can't sit still for more than five minutes without jumping back up and doing something. Often times I will set my laptop on the table and stand while I type so I'm not restricted to a chair. People laugh at me a lot because of my hyperactivity. And it sometimes bothers me too. I laugh with them and join in the fun, but deep down I feel kind of embarrassed. But not anymore. Because it's only a problem if I think it's a problem. It may be quirky, but it's not a problem. It's just who I am. It's a part of my personality. Hyper David who can't sit still, and who never could. And I think my friends wouldn't want me to change. If that black dog can be happy with who he is, I certainly can too! And so can everyone else!

It's those little quirks that make us each so beautiful and unique.

[injest]

I saw a three legged dog today. I was driving back to Speedway, and his owner was walking him through the neighborhood. He was a great big black dog. BEAUTIFUL! And he had three legs. He would take a step with his front paws and then limp with his back paw. Step and limp. Step and limp. The funny thing is, he seemed perfectly happy and blissfully ignorant of the fact that he was different. He was enjoying his walk with his owner. I felt sorry for him at first, but quickly changed my mind. Why should I feel sorry for him? Because he's happy? That doesn't make sense, does it? I don't think he realized he had a problem at all. And since it WASN'T a problem for him, he really didn't have a problem did he?

I often get embarrassed because I'm extremely hyper. I can't sit still for more than five minutes without jumping back up and doing something. Often times I will set my laptop on the table and stand while I type so I'm not restricted to a chair. People laugh at me a lot because of my hyperactivity. And it sometimes bothers me too. I laugh with them and join in the fun, but deep down I feel kind of embarrassed. But not anymore. Because it's only a problem if I think it's a problem. It may be quirky, but it's not a problem. It's just who I am. It's a part of my personality. Hyper David who can't sit still, and who never could. And I think my friends wouldn't want me to change. If that black dog can be happy with who he is, I certainly can too! And so can everyone else!

It's those little quirks that make us each so beautiful and unique.

No F****** way would I change ANYTHING about you! Your energy and enthusiasm is infectious....you brighten my day every time I talk to you.

Plus being so active helps keep weight off! I bet you can eat anything you like!

the world would be so boring if we were all the same. The Native Americans were so smart in embracing differences instead of trying to squish everyone into the same old mold.

[Lynne]

Hey there, David! It has just been a puppy-themed kinda day !

I agree with everything Jess said.  It is really a challenge to like, even embrace the different within ourselves...constant process, but I think it is worth it.  I also wouldn't change a thing about you.

I am one with big dreams/plans ambitions.  Makes me feel like a failure sometimes.  But I am trying to look at it like 10 percent of a lot is better than zero percent of nothing...That needs to be my own blog post, I s'pose.

Sshhh...the Can-Can Caberet is getting ready to start!

[David In Indy]

My bff Jenny was diagnosed with leukemia a couple of weeks ago. I just found out about it this week. I'm not supposed to know about it. Her Mother called me and told me about it. Isn't that weird? Why doesn't she want to tell me?

Some of my friends call Jenny my 'fag hag". I've always hated that term! How offensive! It's not offensive towards gay people, I don't think (even though it uses that disgusting "F" word) but I think it's offensive of women. Hag? Women are not hags I don't think. Anyway, I digress....

She won't take my phone calls. She won't answer my email. I've left dozens of messages to no avail. I've drove my car from Indianapolis to Carmel (she lives in Carmel) several tmes and banged on her front door. She won't open it up. She's home, I know this because I can see her car through the crack of her garage door. She just doesn't want to talk right now. I'll respect it. But I worry about my friend. I sure do hope she's okay. My Mother died of leukemia in 2003, and this is scaring the hell out of me! But I think I know Jenny, and she just needs some time to think and process the information. And she has a couple of friends with her. I just wish I was one of them.