My beloved Pluto was hit by a car

Last Tuesday nearly 1:30 am, one of my stray dogs, Pluto, was hit by a car. I was already sleeping, but I've heard a noise of a hit and my dogs barking, so I got up and went out to see what was happening. My Dog pluto was laying on the middle of the street and when I touched his face there was blood on his mouth, so I thought he was severily injured and could be already passing away. I was completely desperate. I started crying and yelling. My Mom screamed for me to calm down but I couldn't, so I phoned my front door neighbor and she asked me if I wanted to go out to look for a 24hs vet. I said "Sure I do!"

The poor dog was in shock. We phoned a friend and she gave us the number of a pet clinic. We couldn't understand right the address as I was too nervous, but we finally found it.

The vet required for us to leave a bail of R$ 300,00 as a pledge. I was Lucky my neighbor had her credit card with her because I didn't have no Money at all.

The following day the vet did an X-Ray and found out Pluto suffered a fracture in his pelvis (so he is not walking) and had his elbow took out of place, so he needed a surgery. The vet said that the pelvis might heal itself with rest within 20-30 days.

Saturday, Elisa's father drove me to the clinic to pick my dog. My debt over R$1300,00 apart from the medicines I had to buy. I had borrowed R$ 300,00 from my uncle Valentim. With this Money I bought the medicine and paid what I could. I still owe the vet R$ 1215,00, so I am asking people online to help me with donations. I feel awful to have to do that, but I don't have any Money now. I expected it to be expensive, but not so much!

 

This is a Picture of him in his cage on the clinic.

And this is him finally home.

 

Within ten days Pluto might have a new appointment to change his splint and then, after more 25 days he migh be able to get rid of it.

 

If you can donate any amount is welcome. There's a Paypal donation button on the left of this page.

I thank in advance the people who are helping me. God bless you and give you three times more what you are giving me to pay my debt for taking care of my four legs angel Pluto.

Tomato cake

Tomato cake / Bolo de tomate, originally uploaded by Crafty_witchy_girl.

My neighbor brought me a different piece of cake and gave me the recipe.

Ingredients:

3 eggs
2 cups sugar
1 / 2 cup of oil
2 cups flour
1 cup cornstarch
1 tablespoon baking powder
6 tomatoes, chopped and washed.

Put the washed and chopped tomatoes in a pan with a little water and bring to boil. Leave a few minutes. This boil is just to break the acidity of the tomato ...
Turn off the heat and bring the tomatoes to the blender. Strain and reserve the juice.

Beat the egg whites and set aside. Beat the egg yolks with sugar, add the oil, flour, starch and slowly go adding tomato juice to give the point of cake batter. Finally add the yeast and egg whites.

With tomato juice left over, you make a jelly to use as cobretura cake. Add sugar to taste to the juice and cook again until you take the point of jam.







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Random thoughts...

Is that asking too much?
Because that's all I really want...



I think I might have said that many times to you... I think it's a shame it'll probably never come true...

But I'd still like to say...

I tried to save a dog today

Day 40 Project 365, originally uploaded by Crafty_witchy_girl.

This little yorkshire was attacked by my stray dogs Pluto, Quinho and Saci this afternoon. They would have killed him if I didn't helped.

The poor litle thing was in shock.
I took him to the vet and he needed some x-rays. He got an injury in his spine next to his neck and the doctor said we need to wait to see if he will be able to walk again.

When I was comming back home his neighbors saw me and called his home maid, so I gave him back to her. I hope he can recover completely.

Update: I went there the other day to ask the owner about how was the dog. There was no one at home, but a neighbor told me he died that same night...

The missing piece

You are the missing piece to my puzzle...

Nothing will ever fill the hole you left... I miss you so much.

Portuguese sweet rice

Arroz doce, originally uploaded by Crafty_witchy_girl.

This is a kind of pudding. A good dessert. It can be served hot or cold.

Ingredients:

2 cups of rice
water
500 ml of milk
1 can of sweetened condensed milk
Sugar to taste
cinammon powder
cloves and cinnamom pieces to taste

Cook the rice in water without any seasoning. When it's cooked, ad the milk, the cloves and cinnamon pieces, and the condensed milk. Let it boil for a few minutes. Try it to check if it needs more sugar. Pour into a bowl, sprinckle a little cinnamon powder over it and it's ready!!!

In honour to my dogs

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Elvira

Elvira playing video-games, originally uploaded by Crafty_witchy_girl.

This is Elvira, my personal Toy voyager. Sometimes I take her out to do some stuff. I'll try to post more pictures of her more often. She was named after Elvira, the Queen of the darkness. I think that is an awsome movie. Definately one of my favorites...

Today I took my Elvira for a ride. We visited the Sanctuary where is burried Father Reus in São Leopoldo/RS.

Goodbye my lover, Goodbye my friend

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Very recently, I thougth I've had found my true love. He was a very, very dear friend, someone who I adore. He was so polite, kind, very handsome... A perfect prince. He was the man I asked heaven... But I guess it just wasn't meant to be, because he couldn't understand my time, my needs, my fears... I don't have anything to complain about him. No rage or anger... I completely understand it must have been my very own fault, for not being the perfect girl for him, for being a coward, for falling in love for him... Now he's walking away from my life and we're not going to be friends anymore. I'm going to miss him like hell...
He was my very best friend for a few years. We actually never met, but I wished so much I could touch his hair, his skin, to kiss his lips, sleep in his arms... I wish he could have been the father to my children, the man who would live with me until the end of our days...
I'd like to dedicate this song for him. I wish I have written this words, because it seems to apply very well to what I feel and think of him.

My view of love

There's a song from U2 that says a lot about my vision of love. I totally agree that "love is blindness", or kind of it...



I believe true love is kind, patient, understanding... It accepts us the way we are, despite of our failures and flaws. It remains by our side in difficulty times and give us strenght when we can't find it in ourselves.
I think a man, to be a good partner, must be three things: a lover, a friend and a bit of father.
A lover because we want to feel desired, a friend because we want to have companionship, and a father because we want someone to take care of us, to protect us sometimes...

And a woman must be to her man a lover, a friend and a mother as well. That's the way I believe true love works. That's the way I believe it's possible to accept each other's flaws (since no one is perfect), and to make a relationship work out...

That's what I hope to find in a man someday.

What would you try if you had no fear?

What would you try if you had no fear?, originally uploaded by Crafty_witchy_girl.

I have a boyfriend. We’ve been together for about a year and a half. Most of my friends know that I am not satisfied with my relationship with him, but I decided to give him a last chance.

We stayed a couple of weeks apart, but we are together again and I feel like I can't dump him right now. He is facing a lot of monetary troubles and is thinking about quitting his job to try to pay all his debts. How could I dump him now if he stayed by my side when I was half dead in a hospital? I don't think this is fair. I don't think I love him. But I respect him as a person and as a friend… Besides, his family adores me and it seems they fear my boyfriend won’t find anyone else who understands him the way I did. They know he is not an easy person…

The biggest problem is, I am really confused about my feelings. About opportunities life is offering me and the huge paralyzing fear I have to make the wrong choices… A couple of years ago I came across this Canadian guy through internet (Actually though his sister). He was recovering from a neck surgery and she requested people for a RAOK (Random Act of Kindness); to send him postcards and get well wishes so he wouldn’t get too bored while he was recovering.

This Canadian guy wrote me back and we’ve been corresponding since then. He is awesome, handsome, intelligent, polite as a gentleman... He is quite a prince! And this prince invited me to visit his country because he believes it would be good for my future to live there. I could have a much better life than in Brazil.

I guess I’m a just a coward. I can’t decide what to do because I fear so much making the wrong choices. Of course I’d have to finish school first if I want to live somewhere else someday, and I don't know if he and even I would be able to wait these couple of years that are yet to come... I mean, I guess it’s clear that it seams I’m daydreaming of a relationship with this man, but we were raised in different cultures. I don't know if we could be fine together of if there would be so many differences that would thorn us apart.

As I just said above, he is a gentleman, a prince… And I fear I am not like a princess at all. I think he deserves someone immensely better than me... I don't want to disappoint him, I don't want to make him suffer, I don't want to ruin everything. But I'm human... Humans often destroy what they love the most. And that's what I'm trying not to do. I see him like a saint in an altar, or like the finest piece of china in a wonderful cabinet. I admire it, I want it, but I fear to reach it because I may break it...

He was the best thing that happened to me, the closest thing that I felt to love about someone in the last years... But I am not perfect. I am just human and full of flaws… I’m afraid he sees this and finds out I never was the right one for him.
Besides, how could I leave someone who is here by my side for another person who is miles and miles apart? When I am not sure if it's all an illusion or if it can come true?

Now he thinks I didn’t want to meet him in Canada. In his last message to me, my Canadian friend said: “Somewhere tucked away in a very far tiny corner of my thoughts I will miss you the remainder of my life and beyond...”
I feel him escaping through my fingers like sand and it is tearing my heart apart.

I am terribly silly and coward! I wish I was much more brave that I actually am. I fear I’m losing the opportunity of finding a true genuine love for being the way I am, and I hate myself for that!

How I wish fear couldn't stop me from leaving all behind and throwing myself into his arms...

Rihanna - Only Girl (In The World)

Happy New Year! Feliz Ano Novo!

Happy New Year! Feliz Ano Novo!, originally uploaded by Crafty_witchy_girl.

Merry Christmas everyone! Feliz Natal para todos!

Merry Christmas everyone! Feliz Natal para todos!, originally uploaded by Crafty_witchy_girl.

The T-Mobile Dance

HALO THE POOL PLAYING DOG

At the hospital

This is a picture of me when I was still at the hospital. The only difference between the two pitures is one person.
The guy with the beanie hat  is my  brother Diego. The girl with the curly hair is his fiancé. The girl in white is my cousin Franciele. The man and the woman beside her are her parents. My mother is beside my aunt Maria. and my father behind my mother. The guy in the mustache is my cousin Jane's husband (Joel) and the half face you see behind Franciele is Jane. In the other picture the bald guy with mustache wearing blue is my friend Flávio.

I had a severe kidney infection that passed to my lungs. I’ve had a breathing arrest and stayed sedated and in induced coma for two months, so I lost the movements, specially of my legs and feet. Now I am walking but with help of a walker, and I’m doing physical therapy.

During the time I was asleep at the hospital, I needed a couple of sessions of hemodialysis, a blood transfusion and a tracheotomy. My body was so inflated I’ve got stretch marks in my belly and in my arms, but what matters is that I am still alive. My disease was really serious and I could have died. My doctor said he told my family twice to buy my coffin ‘cos there was no hope for me… I’ve got really surprised that my cousin Camila and my brother Diego were really engaged or worried about me cause I’ve always thought they hated me. My Mother used to visit me almost everyday and Marcelo almost every night. He told me in our first Brazilian Valentine’s day (June 12^th), I was really ill and sedated, but he was there by my side caressing my head.

When I woke up I knew I was at the hospital, but I didn’t know how long I had been there. I was there for almost two months. They were in the middle of the Soccer World Cup. I couldn’t speak because of the hole in my neck where they connected a machine that kept me breathing and it was desperating. I thought about my Granny and my Aunt Lúcia all the time. They died respectively in February and April. I imagined their bodies getting rotten inside their coffin and it made me so afraid of dying. I tried to think about something else but I just couldn’t control my thoughts. My dog Miolo disappeared the day I came back home from the hospital. I didn’t even saw him. This makes me so sad… I imagine he must have died over runned somewhere. But well, that’s enough of talking about it. I am fine and happy for being alive.

April 10th was a really bad day...

Saturday, April 10th was a really sad day. I've lost my godmother and aunt Lúcia, and last week I received the news my godson Marcos André suffered an accident that same day. His Mom, my friend Luciane was alone at home with her two boys (Miguel 7 y.o and Marcos 1 y.o), then she got a little distracted and the baby pulled the coffee machine from the sink. It was full with hot coffee and has turned all over him... Poor kid. It was such a scary episode. Miguel, my older godson was very mature and helpful and helped his Mom calling his granny while his Mom washed his little brother with cold water.

This is Marcos picture a couple of days after the accident:

And this is his picture two weeks after the accident:

Luckily we think he won't keep any scars. He is doing much better and doctors just said he must avoid sunlight. he's a cute kid, isn't he?

My friend Vivi and me

This is my friend Vivi. We studied togheter when kids and we never were really close, but sometimes we accidentally stumble into each other in our city as it's a small place and we really enjoy talking to each other. These weekend she called me and invited to for a beer and I just couldn't say no. I have very few friends and very few oportunities of going out, so I thought it would be nice to see her and have some nice chat.

I think we're going to see each other more frequently now since she's getting divorced... I hope so. I like her a lot and I miss not having closer friends sometimes...

Quinho, the stray who doesn't want to be a stray...

This is Quinho. He is one of my stray dogs. I have three dogs I feed outside my property because I already have four dogs inside of it, but I actually consider all of them mine...

Sometimes Quinho enters my property and one of these days the house door was opened, I went to the kitchen and when I came back, he was sitting at the couch, as if he was one of the home dogs. I thought it was so funny I've had to take a picture of it, Lol!