Dawn ,'Storyteller'
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
And 40? Is grand. Is SO much better than 30. Trust me. 40 is probably the BEST. EVER. Since about six.
I agree with this.
Also what Cindy said about the "look" getting you for years to come. It is so hard to get mad at them when they are so precious.
That reminds me of the Calvin & Hobbes cartoon where Calvin is pounding nails into the coffee table. Mom comes rushing in, horrified, and says, "What are you doing?!"
Calvin looks at the coffee table, then he looks at the hammer, then he looks at Mom with just that expression, and says, "Is this some sort of trick question?"
Calvin looks at the coffee table, then he looks at the hammer, then he looks at Mom with just that expression, and says, "Is this some sort of trick question?"
I love that one. It's one of my two favourite Calvin & Hobbes.
And 40? Is grand. Is SO much better than 30. Trust me. 40 is probably the BEST. EVER. Since about six.
I agree with this.I felt that way about 30. I'm hoping that was a pre-peak, and that I'll also feel that way about 40, 50, 60, 70 etc.
I love that one. It's one of my two favourite Calvin & Hobbes.Hee. Mine too. Of course, my mother would probably say that's because when I helped my parents wash their new car, I decided to get it extra clean, by scrubbing the body with the steel wool pad they'd left for me to use on the white wall tires.
I had to remind myself of that incident just a week or two ago. The children bring the trash barrels up the drive to the garage, after the trash has been picked up. We'd left the car too close to the retaining wall on the righthand side of the driveway, but they always bring the barrels up the righthand side of the driveway. I saw Chris contemplating the space problem, and told him to bring the barrell around the other side.
I failed to give Benjamin this information, and there is now a ~3inch tall series of scratches that runs almost the entire length of the passenger side of the mini-van.
Ok, I just pictured billytea with a Calvin cowlick and expression. It's a mighty cute image.
I'm hoping that was a pre-peak, and that I'll also feel that way about 40, 50, 60, 70 etc.
I felt on top of my game at 40. 50 was wonderful, but in a different way. More a feeling of determination to take my life back as I got a bit lost through the 40's. Fear me when I turn 60.
Timelies!
I'm staying out of the pet/humans conversations, because I fear I would say not-nice things to people I really like and respect.
I am excited about my interview today. Maybe I didn't get offered that other job, because this one really would be a better fit. I'm crossing my fingers that that is the case, anyway.
Oh my, I just can't help myself but to comment on the pet/human stuff. I have had pets all of my life. I have no recollection of a time in life when I didn't have a pet. I treasure and love them. That said, it is within the possibility of imagination that I would find a new home for a pet if my husband or children developed a severe allergy, fear, whatever. It is not possible for me to imagine dumping the spouse or children in favor of the pet. It is not the same thing for me. Thankfully I haven't had to make a choice and can love 'em all.
I lied. I am going to say something about the pet/humans thing.
Quite frankly, I don't think someone who didn't like dogs (or was allergic), or more specifically Toto, would last long in my life...not necessarily because I've made that specific choice, but because I love Toto that much. As wonderful as humans have been to me over the last several years (and they've been pretty damn amazing), it's Toto that's really kept me here when I've been seriously suicidal. My therapists know this and have used it frequently to guilt me into staying alive. I can't leave him. I know it would really affect him, because I've seen it even during short periods of time. Last summer he had to stay at my parents while I was in the hospital and in a day program. It was three or four weeks that he was out there. He moped around and had accidents in the house all the time, something that he doesn't do when he's here with me. Now, that's not to say that he wouldn't eventually adjust. He probably would. But not without some stress and pain.
Also, when I'm seriously depressed and don't want to get out of bed? It's Toto that gets me out of bed and moving...knowing that he must have that walk...even a short one. And he just has such unconditional love. On Sunday when we had the ordeal with the guy on the fire escape, he knew something was wrong and cuddled up with me to keep me safe the rest of the night.
He's a pretty damn special and amazing dog. People on the board even know this, because he's gotten Secret Santa presents thanking him for being so good to me. Is this possibly an unhealthy "relationship"? Maybe. But, if it's kept me here, are you seriously going to argue that?
Timelies all. So glad it's Wednesday. I need this week to be over.
But, if it's kept me here, are you seriously going to argue that?
I think pets have individual personalities, just like people, and just like people, relationships with some pets are more important than others. In this case, vw, I don't think anyone would argue that Toto is very important to you, and very special. That unconditional love has gotten you through some really scary stuff, and anyone who loves you should acknowledge that.
Personally, I got a cat years ago even though I was allergic because I love animals and where we lived at the time, we couldn't have a dog. Built up my immunities slowly, and remembered never to touch my eyes after I'd been petting him. YallergiesMV, of course.
Also, (and see above about all pets have individual personalities) our dog Lucy is pain in the ass. I love her, but if I had to give her up, I would. She's temperamental, lazy, and not as good with the kids as I'd like her to be. I've had dogs in the past, though, that I would have walked through fire to keep with me.