I just spoke to my friend Sandy - she's the one who I stay with over holidays. Anyway, the day after Thanksgiving I went with her to take her oldest cat (of two) to the vet - to be euthanised. And now she has had it confirmed that her 11 year old retriever has cancer. I mean, yes, she is 11 but that really doesn't make it easy.
Spike's Bitches 45: That sure as hell wasn't in the brochure.
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her minister and saying that she'd been praying for a Cadillac
Has she never listened to Janis Joplin?
That song is so fucking Texas it's not even funny. Except it is.
God. With these phones Jon and I are those poeple.
Gah, Sumi. That's rough.
On a completely rediculous note, Dallas got groomed: [link]
On a completely rediculous note, Dallas got groomed
Aww.
Hell. Just subluxed a rib. I hate that feeling.
On a completely rediculous note, Dallas got groomed
PUPPEH!!!!!
Also, folks, I was serious that I'm not topic-flouncing as much as reining myself in. But I am reading along and mulling everything over, and grateful for the conversation.
I always feel, as a sort of theist/agnostic/whatever, that I wished i believed in prayer and religion. It seems comforting and helpful, but I would feel like a big old hypocrite if I tried to belong to a church. In fact, I sort of always wanted to be a nun, because I think I would like study and ministering to the poor and sick, and a life that is regulated and calm but where you could fight for things for others. And I do believe that Jesus's teachings, whether he really thought them up or not, are something to aspire to-- "If a man asks for your shirt, give him him your coat as well."-- that is a good thing.
I'm with Sophia. Well, except for wanting to be a nun.