You did good, Princess Kendal.
Thank you for blessing my life with your friendship.
Thursday, June 13, 2013
A Small Sampling of Kendal's Joys
You did good, Princess Kendal.
Thank you for blessing my life with your friendship.
Wednesday, June 12, 2013
Dance On My Friends
Hi everybody!
It's me, Princess Kendal.
I know I haven't written very much lately. It's been hard, because Laura has been real busy, and I need her to help me type. Plus I've been tired. But I wanted to write to you all one last time.
First I want to say: I'm not really upset about the roller derby. I don't like it when Laura is away from me, but I know she loves her roller derby, and I want her to be happy. So I guess I love it too.
I didn't get to meet many of Laura's derby people but I know they must be good people because Laura loves them (and Laura has high standards!). I think it's going to be okay that I won't be around to protect Laura anymore because I have seen pictures of those derby girls. They are fierce! They will do a good job protecting Laura for me.
Second: I know I haven't got to see most of you very much since moving to the Booming Metropolis. Laura says that's because the BM is so far away from everyone. That's why she hates it here. But I haven't hated it.
I've missed my friends, but I've liked having all of my family together.
And I've liked it when my friends came to visit me here.
(Especially last month when my bestie Claire came to visit me for TWO WHOLE DAYS!)
Anyhow... Laura is able to travel better than me, so maybe she will be able to visit you all more now.
Laura and I have had a good run at things, haven't we?
I've tried real hard to be brave and strong and to do a good job of looking after Laura. But I'm tired now.
I think I've done the best that I can.
Laura says it is okay for me to say goodbye now. She was sad when she said it. But Laura's really smart, and I know she wouldn't lie to me. So it must be true.
So goodbye.
Be good to one another. Don't get so stressed out by life's craziness that you miss all the joy in simple things.
When you think of me, remember me dancing.
All my love,
Princess Kendal, Wonder Dog
June 12, 2013
It's me, Princess Kendal.
I know I haven't written very much lately. It's been hard, because Laura has been real busy, and I need her to help me type. Plus I've been tired. But I wanted to write to you all one last time.
First I want to say: I'm not really upset about the roller derby. I don't like it when Laura is away from me, but I know she loves her roller derby, and I want her to be happy. So I guess I love it too.
I didn't get to meet many of Laura's derby people but I know they must be good people because Laura loves them (and Laura has high standards!). I think it's going to be okay that I won't be around to protect Laura anymore because I have seen pictures of those derby girls. They are fierce! They will do a good job protecting Laura for me.
Second: I know I haven't got to see most of you very much since moving to the Booming Metropolis. Laura says that's because the BM is so far away from everyone. That's why she hates it here. But I haven't hated it.
I've missed my friends, but I've liked having all of my family together.
And I've liked it when my friends came to visit me here.
(Especially last month when my bestie Claire came to visit me for TWO WHOLE DAYS!)
Anyhow... Laura is able to travel better than me, so maybe she will be able to visit you all more now.
Laura and I have had a good run at things, haven't we?
I've tried real hard to be brave and strong and to do a good job of looking after Laura. But I'm tired now.
I think I've done the best that I can.
Laura says it is okay for me to say goodbye now. She was sad when she said it. But Laura's really smart, and I know she wouldn't lie to me. So it must be true.
So goodbye.
Be good to one another. Don't get so stressed out by life's craziness that you miss all the joy in simple things.
When you think of me, remember me dancing.
All my love,
Princess Kendal, Wonder Dog
June 12, 2013
Tuesday, May 7, 2013
We Are Not Amused
Ever since Friday, Laura has been haunting the Canada Post web site, tracking the status of some parcel. Over and over and over again. Every hour she was on that page. By this morning, it was every ten minutes.
Laura doesn't have time to do that. She has so much work to do on her computer. (I hardly ever get to use it anymore!) She doesn't have time to just be reloading the same page over and over, watching the transit of some box from Vancouver to the Booming Metropolis. And yet she did.
I figured this parcel had to have something really special inside of it. Like maybe apples. Or some peanut butter so Laura could make me my favourite yummy peanut butter cookies. Or maybe a nice fuzzy blanket for my bed, which would feel nice when I rub my face against it. (Not like these boring old sheets Laura keeps putting on my bed now.)
Well... that parcel finally arrived this morning, and do you know what was inside of it?
That's right. No apples. No peanut butter. No nice fuzzy blanket. Just more of those nasty shoes with wheels on them. And also:
There was nothing for me in that box at all! That whole big box was just full to the brim of roller derby gear!
Laura already had roller derby gear!
I try not to complain. Really I do. Laura is my friend, and I want her to be happy, and I know that she loves this roller derby stuff. But Laura is supposed to be my friend too! She's supposed to want to spend time with me! And I hardly ever get to see her anymore.
First it was practices. Three times a week. Then she started doing this thing called "NSOing" for some other league. That was only once a month at first. But then she started NSOing for another league and now it's almost every week! Then there's the fund-raising. And the community service. And the parties (which I don't get invited to!) And the scrimmages. And have you seen this:
What is Laura wearing in that picture? Laura hates pink! She HATES it. ESPECIALLY baby pink! Laura would never wear pink--until some roller derby people ask her to do it. Then she just throws it on like it's no big deal.
I would never make Laura wear pink.
Please come back to me Laura.
I miss you.
Laura doesn't have time to do that. She has so much work to do on her computer. (I hardly ever get to use it anymore!) She doesn't have time to just be reloading the same page over and over, watching the transit of some box from Vancouver to the Booming Metropolis. And yet she did.
I figured this parcel had to have something really special inside of it. Like maybe apples. Or some peanut butter so Laura could make me my favourite yummy peanut butter cookies. Or maybe a nice fuzzy blanket for my bed, which would feel nice when I rub my face against it. (Not like these boring old sheets Laura keeps putting on my bed now.)
Well... that parcel finally arrived this morning, and do you know what was inside of it?
That's right. No apples. No peanut butter. No nice fuzzy blanket. Just more of those nasty shoes with wheels on them. And also:
There was nothing for me in that box at all! That whole big box was just full to the brim of roller derby gear!
Laura already had roller derby gear!
I try not to complain. Really I do. Laura is my friend, and I want her to be happy, and I know that she loves this roller derby stuff. But Laura is supposed to be my friend too! She's supposed to want to spend time with me! And I hardly ever get to see her anymore.
First it was practices. Three times a week. Then she started doing this thing called "NSOing" for some other league. That was only once a month at first. But then she started NSOing for another league and now it's almost every week! Then there's the fund-raising. And the community service. And the parties (which I don't get invited to!) And the scrimmages. And have you seen this:
What is Laura wearing in that picture? Laura hates pink! She HATES it. ESPECIALLY baby pink! Laura would never wear pink--until some roller derby people ask her to do it. Then she just throws it on like it's no big deal.
I would never make Laura wear pink.
Please come back to me Laura.
I miss you.
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