Their dogs are their children
You know what? My two best friends have been parents and I didn't even know. You see, I thought they were pet owners, but I was mistaken. And the dogs (4 dogs in all, two apiece for each of my friends) are living the good life, let me tell you. My friend A has an entire shelf in her kitchen devoted to the dogs. Meds, treats, food, toys, etc...There is literally more pet food/snacks in her kitchen than people food. I tease them about this all the time, but when I'm around them, I fall into it. "It" being, treating the animals like people. Last night for instance, I had a kid-less evening and went over to A's for food and movies. A and I watched "Music and Lyrics", which I really liked. The editing was not so great, but the soundtrack was fabulous. Hugh Grant never fails to disappoint me with his floppy charm, puppy dog eyes and habit of picking up hookers. Anyway, our friend B arrived shortly thereafter, her two "babies" in tow. Somehow we ended up sitting in the dining room watching the four dogs going crazy, while we narrated them. We had this whole running commentary of what they were saying and thinking and....no, I have not lost my mind. In fact, I'm really trying to figure out how this happened to me. I am an animal lover for sure, but I've never really understood the whole giving them birthday parties thing (yes, they have done that. Lola's cake was beautiful.) or the ordering specialty checks from the bank with the dog's picture on it thing...But maybe they don't get my overwhelming need to buy X and L everything on the planet that has a dinosaur on it, or why I haven't had my hair cut since December so I can save money to buy them a swingset this summer. And after all, dogs don't grow into surly teenagers.
decisions, decisions and zombies = love.
I feel like I am in a place of great change. Ok, that sentence made me LOL b/c, OF COURSE I am in a place of great change.
I have made a giant decision. I have officially made the choice to go back to school, hopefully the upcoming fall semester. When I went right out of high school I was doing the media/film/communications stuff, but when you get right down to it, there's not a huge market for that. So I think I'll get my teaching degree and work at a jr. high somewhere. The good thing about a teaching degree is I can go anywhere I want, I don't have to stay in one place. Teachers are needed everywhere. I feel this gives me a lot of room to breathe. Because I'm not sure I want to stay here anymore.
The party for my friend was a lot of fun. I re-met (we haven't seen each other in a few years) a guy who I swear is my soulmate. He is the male equivalent of me in nearly every way, it is freakish. Even more freakish, we developed our mini-bond while watching Shaun of the Dead (we were also drunk on whiskey, so that proabably aided and abetted). He lives 300 miles away, which is probably a good thing, because otherwise I'd be all wound up about him. I still am a little bit, but it's more of a far off fantasy type thing this way. Talking on the phone is safer than the risk of physical contact. I don't think it's a true love match, but it is the working base of a friendship. And I can always pretend in my own head that it's more, LOL. Sometimes that's better than the real thing anyway, b/c everything goes the way you want it to.
I'm watching you
check out the little critter in the sidebar. It actually looks like me, which is strange. So when you're reading, my creepy animated look-alike is watching.
Legal single life draws ever closer
The divorce papers will be signed in about a week and a half. Praise the lord and pass me a gallon of vodka to celebrate. Sure, maybe it seems callous to be happy about this, but I'm ready to be over and done with the whole mess. Hopefully it will put an end to the 16 year old girl calling and harassing me (actually, she'll be 17 on the 25th, should I send her a card?).
Tonight will be a celebratory evening for another reason. My best friend from high school graduated with her Masters yesterday, and we are throwing her a party. I"m very, very proud of her. It should be fun, lots of friends around. We'll try to stick to very mature subjects of conversation and avoid frivolous topics such as, Who is hotter? Prince William or Prince Harry? (Harry, hands down.) Are Jessica Simpson and John Mayer broken up for good this time? (Who cares, honestly??) Where was Britney seen flashing people this week? (Um, where wasn't she?) And isn't it funny how Lindsay Lohan is playing a stripper in her next movie? (SHe's just been researching for the last few years I guess).
Have a great weekend!
Truckload sale! Mattresses and bedding!!
That's what the sign across the street at the furniture store says. Hard up for a post title.
I've been thinking about life lately, and how mine really is not so bad. I have had bad things happen such as, being shot at by my friends drunken father when I was 7 years old (long story), being in a car accident and nearly dying in 2002 (flipped end over end and barrel rolled...long story), my husband leaving me for a 16 year old....But honestly, what makes my problems any worse than anyone else's? If everyone stopped to think about that before they opened their mouths to complain, maybe the world would be a much nicer (and quieter) place to live. For instance, are my problems worse than the friend of mine who had a brother commit suicide? Are his problems worse than said brother? And were the brother's problems really any worse than say, a 2 year old starving in Africa wearing nothing but an old tee shirt and shoes with no laces? (And hey, that kid has it better than the one down the road with no shoes, right?) Why is it so hard for us to just open our eyes, look around and think, it could be so much worse, so I'm just going to appreciate the things I DO have.
I was remembering when I was 18 and my boyfriend who was on drugs and drank too much (oh, but I could CHANGE him!!) was all I was wrapped up in. His whole tragic persona. True, his mom had died from cancer and his dad in jail for stealing her pain meds and selling them, but so what? He was so smart and incredibly handsome and capable. But he just didn't have what it took to open up his eyes and see that he had something huge. He had life. One of his very own. He'd rather wallow in self pity and be self destructive than just live. I had written a whole long post about this one time and it was like I was reliving it moment by moment. By the time I was 2/3s of the way finished I was angry and snapping at people who were trying to talk to me, and I had a headache. People who wallow and complain are like poison, and I don't wish to be one of those people any more.
I probably won't turn into Suzie Sunshine or anything, but no more pity parties and whining. What does it get you, anyway?
Cinco de Mayo...Hooray-o
I had a really long post ready for today and didn't save it. Bad, bad me. Have been busy, things are good, Xavier watched Jurassic Park and wasn't even scared...More another time. Have a great weekend!
