This one was a hard fail. Turns out giving myself a deadline didn't help very much. Or at all, really. Still planning on getting something scheduled latter this summer or early fall. We'll see.
First, that movie was great. Granted, I haven't watched it more than once approximately twenty years ago so it might be deeply problematic. But what I remember about it is great. Janeane Garofalo ? Great! Uma Thurman? Great? The phone sex scene? GREAT! The premise that an intelligent, witty, short, dark-haired woman would be so insecure that she would hire a tall blond woman to pretend to be her on a blind date? Not so great. Because it was too obvious, not because the flaw in our society didn't exist. Thank goodness nerds became cool. Second, I'm not a cat or a dog person. Both are spectacular and I love them equally. They have contributed to human civilization in ways we are only beginning to recognize. Plus both are soft and cuddly. Seriously, what more can you ask for in a pet? (side note, I also love reptiles, snakes, and rats because pet rats are tiny geniuses running around being hilarious- get one- trust me, they're amazing) Third, what got me thinking about ...
Side Post #4 In another post , I mention how children literally suck all of the energy out of grownups leaving very little left for self-care. I also speculate that maybe my health deteriorated during the year and a half I worked teaching 2 ½ - 3 year olds because of the toxic work environment. This might not have helped but, turns out, children really are that all-consuming. My sister and her twin 29 month-old humans visited our house Wednesday-Saturday a few weeks ago. I was exhausted in less than 24 hours. There are only two of them, so for most of the time they were vastly outnumbered by grownups. But. But. But. We were all slayed except my superhero sister who has adapted to survive on minimal rest. Of course the twins took naps and went to bed before 9pm, but that left barely enough time to hang out and catch up without constant interruption and distraction. Having them here to visit was the most fun ever. We missed them immediately. It was also a good reminder at how qui...
It's been a week. A week without George and we are all very sad. While it's been enlightening watching my own (sometimes random) responses to grief, it's easier to focus on Mac, the pup left behind, to make sure he's coping. Let's back up. Undoubtedly, Mac knew George was sick before us humans with our limited sense of smell. A little over a year ago, George was diagnosed with his first of two UTI's (early symptoms of Cushing's). We finally figured out what was going on just before Easter, and late this past summer George started his slow decline. Around that time, while sitting next to George on the couch, I noticed Mac watching a sleeping George with super anxious eyes. Lemme tell you, this about killed me. By the middle of winter, however, it seemed like he couldn't care less. Mac frequently ran over George, sometimes knocking him down, tried eating George's food, and constantly stole George's new Christmas toy. Of course, George was to...
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