Kevin in the Tar Pit

              Hello fellow readers, today I am writing this blog post while curing my dog’s heartache. As some of you know I have a Pitbull Great Dane named Boz. A real sweetheart but currently he is in a deep state of sadness. His favorite chew toy a purple bear was destroyed and ripped in half during an intense game of tug-o-war. Now this isn’t just any normal chew toy it’s a sleep toy, a chew toy, and Boz’s best friend.                          As a solution my mother went to our local TJ Max and bought a new bear dog toy wearing a pumpkin costume, perfect for Autumn. Once again Boz carried this toy everywhere and again managed to tear its head off. This means he has lost two friends in the past week and seen both of them fall in to the depths of the trash can.                          I felt bad for my poor doggo and decided to use my masterful sewing skills and cure his whining and whimpering. I ventured into the attic and found a small stuffed turtle, I carefully pl

                         Growing up I didn’t realize how much a name could affect you. I don’t have any memories from preschool, I was just a kid with a name learning about the big world all around me. I think the first memory I have about my name is from kindergarten, but before I tell you that story you need some background information. My name is Rani, in Hindi it means queen and it is a somewhat common name in India and in some parts of the Caribbean. When I first learned the meaning of my name, I felt special as if I was more than just a kid. Doesn’t every little girl want to be a princess at one point in their life, I was one better, I was a queen. Even though that’s not a plan for my future anymore it was my dream at one point, and at a young age I felt this could come true.                         While my first introduction to my name was positive, I realized that when meeting new people, different problems can arise. Starting school presented different issues whether