In Memory of Casey Marie

22 11 2009

Anyone who knows me well knows that there are six of us in my immediate family: four are human and two are canine.  Casey came into our lives in 1994, and then Chloe in 1996, and these two doggies have been important family members for the majority of my life.  My parents got their first dog, Hildy, before my sister and I were born.  Hildy was adorable, and I wish I could remember more about her.  She died in October 1994 at age 14.  I cried a lot when she died, and I was eager to have a new puppy to cheer up our family.  My mom and I found little Casey at the Humane Society.  We called my dad and told him to come meet this puppy, whose papers said she was a lab mix.  “A lab? She’ll be huge! And you want me to come all the way down there? What a big waste of time,” my dad said.

 

Always so cozy and always wearing a bandana. That's how I will remember my Casey.

 

We jokingly quoted that for years, even this summer when we found out that Casey had skin cancer.  It turned out that Casey wasn’t a lab mix; she was a small terrier that perhaps had a great-grandpa lab, my mom said.  Whatever her breed, she was the greatest dog a kid could have ever asked for.  She was my first puppy, and I remember being scared of her as she raced around the backyard to get out that puppy energy.  I called my mom at work one day to ask what was wrong with the puppy.

 

Casey studying with Natalie and I in high school, but also hoping to get some of our popcorn...

 

I was 9 years old when we got Casey, which was the perfect age for a girl to get a puppy; she made me lots of friends!  She was the most adorable little puppy, so everyone at school loved her instantly.  As she got a little older, she hung out after school with my friends and I nearly every day.  As I ran around the neighborhood with my friends, I often had Casey at my side.  “Take your sister! And take Casey!” my mom would say as I ran out the door, headed to the park after school.  She let kids pet her and pick her up and dress her up in absurd outfits.  She was incredibly tolerant and gentle.  If she ever really got annoyed with kids, she would simply run to my mom, who would always protect her.

 

Julie and Casey lounging at the park

 

Our family wanted a very well-behaved dog, so we signed Casey up for obedience classes with Judy Strickland, a.k.a. The Sgt.  She was a very strict lady, but that’s what works!  Casey not only learned how to sit, shake, lay, stay, come, etc., but she also won the agility prize in her class!  She got a blue ribbon for being able to walk on the balance beam, walk over strange surfaces, and jumping over little hurdles.  I was very proud of her and my sister and I made agility courses in our backyard to help her keep up her skills.

 

Casey reading with Jon in Kentucky

 

Because Casey was a real family member, she got to go on a lot of adventures with us.  She went to Kentucky Lake many many times, and she’s also been to Arkansas, Illinois, Tennessee, and probably more places that I just can’t remember now.  I was hoping that she’d make the trip to visit me in Pittsburgh, but it was too late.  Casey became very sick this past week.  She couldn’t eat and could barely walk.  On Wednesday, November 18, my parents decided that she was in too much pain, and that they should put her to sleep.  Although I didn’t see Casey in that terrible condition, I know they made the right decision.  And although I wasn’t there, I can still feel that she is gone.  She was the friend that was always there.  She was full of love and personality.  She had a different bark for every kind of situation, and we understood her language.  Even though we brought another dog into her life, our funny Chloe, Casey still knew she was important.  She slept at my feet for years, and I cried so much when I had to leave her for college.  She always knew what it meant when I had suitcases.  I think no matter how much I try, I can never express how much Casey meant to me.  And I will not fully understand it, either, until I go home for Christmas and experience our family without her.

Casey Marie Barbier Bularzik: October 13, 1994-November 18, 2009.





Halloween in Pgh: it’s real real

3 11 2009

Halloween in Pittsburgh was everything that I missed about Halloween in real cities.  (Note: DC is not a real city.)  Starting at the beginning of October, people tossed the orange lights and the spiderwebs onto their porches and trees.  They carved pumpkins and hung little ghosts — our neighbor across the street even hung a life-size grim reaper.  So spooky!  As the 31st got closer, the newspapers and stations announced official hours for trick-or-treating.  Hallelujah!  Last year Jon and I didn’t have any hope for trick-or-treaters coming to our door because we lived in a 80-unit apartment building.  But we took a walk around our residential DC neighborhood on Halloween night, and I think we saw a total of five kids dressed up and looking for candy.  Pitiful.

So we were determined to do it right this year in Pittsburgh, jack-o-lantern and candy and all.  Kids came to our door and said “trick-or-treat!” and although that was adorable, it made me very confused about my childhood.  In St. Louis, we didn’t get candy unless we told a joke!  Knock knock. Who’s there? Boo. Boo who? Why are you crying? Is St. Louis really the only place this happens?  Please, if you are reading this and you are from anywhere other than St. Louis, tell me what you did as a kid to earn candy on Halloween!

sitting on my front porch with the little jack-o-lantern!

on my porch with the lil' jack-o-lantern

I just wanted to wear my pink wig this year!

I'm bubble gum stuck to the bottom of a shoe. Barbora -- the party hostess -- is a bumble bee. We both have spectacular headgear.

i am a piece of bubble gum stuck to the bottom of a shoe. barbora is a bumble bee. both of us have awesome headgear.

And Jon just wanted to wear his hat from China…

So Jon is white trash. And I'm some gum stuck to him?

jon is white trash, so i guess i am stuck to him?





Rockin’ Halloween

31 10 2009

Happy Halloween!  My favorite holiday.  Maybe this is going to be my holiday thing: Charlie Brown videos!  It’s just hard to think of anything but Charlie Brown when I think of my favorite holiday clips.  So here you go, Charlie Brown’s Halloween!





Photos from the G20

21 10 2009

Courtesy (although a little late) of my personal photographer, Jon:

Riot police blocking the major streets at the end of my block in Bloomfield

Riot police blocking the major streets at the end of my block in Bloomfield

One of the many broken windows in the neighborhood. Thanks, anarchists.

One of the many broken windows in the neighborhood. Thanks, anarchists.

This dude was tackled for walking across the street, probably just trying to get to the other side. (That's a small joke. Kind of.)

This dude was tackled for walking across the street, probably just trying to get to the other side. (That's a small joke. Kind of.)

There are lots of really disturbing photos from the G20, especially those of police arresting students.  There were even cases where police took pictures of themselves WITH the kneeling arrested students.  Sound familiar?





My word of the day!

19 10 2009

FRABJOUS: wonderful, elegant, superb, or delicious

Origin:  1872, Lewis Carroll’s Through the Looking Glass (one of my favorites!!!) perhaps as a combination of FABULOUS and JOYOUS.  The word is featured in a poem of nonsense language within the book:

‘Twas brillig, and the slithy toves

Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.

“Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!”

He took his vorpal sword in hand:
Long time the manxome foe he sought—
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood awhile in thought.

And as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!

One, two! One, two! and through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.

“And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!”
He chortled in his joy.

‘Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.

Reading this poem is like reading something in a language that you aren’t quite fluent enough to really understand.  Wonderful!