A New Year
Where to begin?
Today is my sister's 26th birthday and she is ready to have her third child any day now. Happy birthday, Sis!
We survived Christmas. Mom's house was fine. Everyone was nice to one another and it was good to see the nieces and nephew. Nephew got glasses and has had a growth spurt so he's a little less rotund than usual.
Boyfriend's sister's house made me drink and smoke. Apparently, BF's sister is a "breeder." (Did I mention she has nine--yes, nine--children. And one grandchild and another on the way. And she's about 44. What the fuck ever.) That ain't the only thing she's breeding. There are caged dogs all over the place and it made me, well, drink and smoke. And just to mix it up a bit, there was a pair of caged Sphinx cats, the female pregnant. Did it matter that one cage of puppies couldn't reach their water bottle or that the Irish Wolfhound looked like she would rather die than give birth, yet again? No, not really. This report barely scratches the surface of the atrocious living condition of these animals. It's a fucking puppy mill and it disgusts me. I got the impression that the mothers never get out of their tiny cages except to be inseminated. Once pregnant, they wait patiently to give birth, nurse their litter until they are old enough to be sold, and do it all again. Maybe I'm wrong; but I sincerely doubt it. Thinking of it now makes me want to hurl. Are all breeders like this? Is this where our precious animals come from? Should I call PETA?
I’ve renewed my vow not to smoke cigarettes so smoked a hit of pot last Friday night and blacked out. BF was not impressed. It seems I was "way mouthy," and "embarrassed him in front of his friends." But hey, at least I didn’t smoke a cigarette!
New Year's was a bust since the day before New Year's Eve I came down with a bad cold, possibly even the flu. I didn't have any big plans since I had just had a root canal on the 29th and was looking forward to my temporary crown on January 2. (In reality, I would rather go to work than have a root canal so I will cease and desist with that phrase.) BF went to a couple parties and was home shortly after midnight.
I found out DD's widower's new wife is pregnant and, while I am very happy for them, it made me cry when I thought of how happy DD was to be married and pregnant and looking forward to her son that she never got to raise.
We recently took my six-year-old niece to see "Night at the Museum." It was a good flick and we had a good time. We had lunch at the Olive Garden because Niece thought BF and I would like it because it is "romantic." She cried when we took her to her dad's house and wanted to stay with us. She's so adorable, I'd almost take her home with me forever.
BF and I are talking about moving in together, which I swore I would never do again. I lived with my ex-husband for three years before we got married and I don’t recommend it. But now I’m 40, not 21, and things are different. And BF just remodeled his downstairs bathroom, removing the graffiti that read “8/23/03 God Bless Us All,” and “Liz.” It’s a marked improvement.
I’m very busy at work and it really gets to me. All I want to do when I leave is drink, and weep.
I’m a shitty web logger, and I hate the word “blog.” I’d like to be better. Maybe someday I will. Not that anyone reads anything I write, but I’d still like to keep it somewhat up to date.
I'm going to my yoga class. There is a substitute teacher and I'm looking forward to seeing what she has to offer. It can’t be worse than the regular teacher.
If anyone’s out there, Happy New Year to you!
Today is my sister's 26th birthday and she is ready to have her third child any day now. Happy birthday, Sis!
We survived Christmas. Mom's house was fine. Everyone was nice to one another and it was good to see the nieces and nephew. Nephew got glasses and has had a growth spurt so he's a little less rotund than usual.
Boyfriend's sister's house made me drink and smoke. Apparently, BF's sister is a "breeder." (Did I mention she has nine--yes, nine--children. And one grandchild and another on the way. And she's about 44. What the fuck ever.) That ain't the only thing she's breeding. There are caged dogs all over the place and it made me, well, drink and smoke. And just to mix it up a bit, there was a pair of caged Sphinx cats, the female pregnant. Did it matter that one cage of puppies couldn't reach their water bottle or that the Irish Wolfhound looked like she would rather die than give birth, yet again? No, not really. This report barely scratches the surface of the atrocious living condition of these animals. It's a fucking puppy mill and it disgusts me. I got the impression that the mothers never get out of their tiny cages except to be inseminated. Once pregnant, they wait patiently to give birth, nurse their litter until they are old enough to be sold, and do it all again. Maybe I'm wrong; but I sincerely doubt it. Thinking of it now makes me want to hurl. Are all breeders like this? Is this where our precious animals come from? Should I call PETA?
I’ve renewed my vow not to smoke cigarettes so smoked a hit of pot last Friday night and blacked out. BF was not impressed. It seems I was "way mouthy," and "embarrassed him in front of his friends." But hey, at least I didn’t smoke a cigarette!
New Year's was a bust since the day before New Year's Eve I came down with a bad cold, possibly even the flu. I didn't have any big plans since I had just had a root canal on the 29th and was looking forward to my temporary crown on January 2. (In reality, I would rather go to work than have a root canal so I will cease and desist with that phrase.) BF went to a couple parties and was home shortly after midnight.
I found out DD's widower's new wife is pregnant and, while I am very happy for them, it made me cry when I thought of how happy DD was to be married and pregnant and looking forward to her son that she never got to raise.
We recently took my six-year-old niece to see "Night at the Museum." It was a good flick and we had a good time. We had lunch at the Olive Garden because Niece thought BF and I would like it because it is "romantic." She cried when we took her to her dad's house and wanted to stay with us. She's so adorable, I'd almost take her home with me forever.
BF and I are talking about moving in together, which I swore I would never do again. I lived with my ex-husband for three years before we got married and I don’t recommend it. But now I’m 40, not 21, and things are different. And BF just remodeled his downstairs bathroom, removing the graffiti that read “8/23/03 God Bless Us All,” and “Liz.” It’s a marked improvement.
I’m very busy at work and it really gets to me. All I want to do when I leave is drink, and weep.
I’m a shitty web logger, and I hate the word “blog.” I’d like to be better. Maybe someday I will. Not that anyone reads anything I write, but I’d still like to keep it somewhat up to date.
I'm going to my yoga class. There is a substitute teacher and I'm looking forward to seeing what she has to offer. It can’t be worse than the regular teacher.
If anyone’s out there, Happy New Year to you!
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