15 Minutes of Fame

Justin Hackworth is a Utah Wedding Photographer who is showing his 30 Strangers exhibit this Thursday in downtown Provo from 6-9pm. You should come because you are invited. Everyone cool is invited.

And to give you an idea of the flavor of the exhibit, it's basically like I'm Edie Sedgwick and Justin Hackworth is Andy Warhol. Basically.
Which would make 1st East Center Street #215 Studio 54, but with less drugs. (I hope--kind of a Molly Mormon, ya'll!)

A lot of people ask, "Kacy, isn't it a lot of pressure to be a muse?" Not really. I like it. Come to the exhibit and meet me. Then sculpt/paint/photograph/write about/collage me.

Some Dogs Like Me, And Some Dogs Don't

Some people think it's boring and stop reading when I post pictures of my pets.

Those people are dumb. I haven't had a foster dog in a while because we took in a litter of kittens for 8 weeks. They are now weaned and ready to be adopted. Cats bug. But what am I gonna do? Not feed and clean up after a mother cat and her five babies for 8 weeks?
Ruthie was the dog we almost adopted permanently. Everyone loved her. I'm not going to lie to you--most of these dogs I foster have issues. Not Ruthie. What I loved best about her was her gigantic human-like head.
Dodger is the dog we are fostering now. Dodger is a Puggle, (Pug+Beagle). I think it must be embarrassing to be a "Puggle." By the way, he doesn't always get to sleep on the bed.
My relationship with Dodger has led me to ask the philosophical question, "Would I just like anybody who likes me?" Because Dodger loves me. It's kind of weird and a little pathological. I like it. Dodger has followed me around since the second I brought him out of the kennel. He would only come out for me--how endearing is that? He just prefers my company over anyone else. What's not to like?

So now I'm thinking about people and what it takes for me to like them. I'm not all that social and don't mind being alone, so I always thought I was very discriminating. But I think maybe I like anyone who likes me. I'm not sure, but I think that might be true. I'm thinking about the people I like and the one thing they have in common is that they like me. Also, the more certain I am that they like me the more I like them. If I don't know for sure that someone likes me, I might wait and reserve judgment. And then if it turns out that they don't like me I'll probaby decide I hate them. Hmm. Interesting. I can't think of a single person that I hate who likes me, except for a few people who think they know me and like me but don't really know me and if they did would hate me.

I will like anyone who likes me, I guess. I'm easy. Especially if they like my blog, in particular.

If you like me, you might like Dodger. You can adopt him on Saturday at the Petsmart in American Fork. Think of all you'll have to talk about! I must admit, that is a conversation I'd love to listen in on.