My Dog Hates You

Here is an interesting site, for anyone who has ever wondered if animals can, or should, be included in the birthing process:

http://freebirth.com/inspired/fluffy.html

Some very touching stories.

I'd like to point out, however, that you'll notice there were no stories about "my Chihuahua was adorably sweet with the baby and couldn't wait to be a second mother to him", because I'll bet you that has never in the history of Chihuahuas happened.

Probably more like "my Chihuahua threatened my baby with prison rape if it so much as looked at me, and it also claimed all my breastmilk as its own on the premise that everything about me is property first of the Chi."

At least, that's what my dog did.

Okay, it wasn't a baby. It was my husband.

And it wasn't exactly prison rape, so much as a sharp nip on the wrist. We are all still trying to learn to get along here; eventually, one of them will make the other one his bitch, then we'll all be back to normal.

Soon.

I hope....

Pipe Cleaner Animals

I made these tonite whilst watching television. They were featured in one of the Martha Stewart Living Kids magazines, and I think they turned out really great! From left to right: monkey, mouse, bunny with carrot, another monkey, a little red pig, and a chameleon. (I made up the carrot and the pig without a reference, and didn't do too badly, if I say so myself...)

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A Pipe Cleaner Brutus Buckeye

I love the way he turned out. : )

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In Honour of HP VI

I'm
a Gryffindor!

I made Scott take this picture at the park a coupla weeks ago. Bride and Groom and Photographer.....being photographed by my husband. That just makes me laugh, is it just me?

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Repent, For the End is Near

Well, this is my next to last week at my current job. I thought that, when this moment came, I would be dancing on my desk, waving farewell to all the poor colleagues I was going to leave behind. "So long, suckers!" I envisioned myself singing out gaily, drunk on freedom and champagne. (Wadda they gonna do, *fire* me??)

Now that the day is fast approaching, I find myself strangely sad. I guess some of it has to do with the fact that each day brings me closer to leaving my home and my friends, as well as a job I've alternated between loving and hating for six years. In essence, each day brings me just a little closer to leaving everything I know for the complete Unknown. Not to mention being --- for at least a little while --- completely dependent upon my husband for the first time. Ever.

That's a little scary when you're a control freak like me. What if I don't like it? Does not having a job mean that my husband gets to call all the shots? On a purely practical matter, this is just the first step of the journey; what if our second move in February doesn't go so well?

What if? Are there any two more wistful, wishful words in the English language? What if...I'm all alone. What if...I just watch television every day and gain a million pounds and cry all day because my husband doesn't love me any more? What if...all the plans I've had for my life never come to fruition, because I'm better at dreaming than at making those dreams come true?

Obviously, there's a little more to this than just leaving my job. But I'm going to try to stay present during these last few days, try to assess what it is I'm really afraid of, and what I can do to manage my fear. And maybe the end will start to look like a new beginning.

Date My Pet

So, my sister sent me this link: www.datemypet.com

Meet Singles with Pets - Dating for pet lovers. Free to join.

I'm so excited! Now I have somewhere to go if Scott and I ever split up.

Unfortunately, my ad would read:

"Psycho Chihuahua seeks....WHAT??...fuck that....my mommy doesn't need anyone but me!! You come around here, I'LL KILL YOU."

::sigh::

Blech

Sometime I run across things in my travels that makes me feel like there is simply no hope for mankind. And I have to say it really, really depresses me.

For example, I was doing a quite innocuous search of the internet for a Miskatonic University tee shirt. I've been shopping around for one for a coupla years and just haven't found one I like, so I thought I'd give another try tonite. Sadly, TWO of the shirts on offer that turned up in tonite's search were from white supremacist groups.

Gack. I know Lovecraft was xenophobic and an anti-Semite, BUT he was the product of an era that still believed Irish and Italians were dirty foreigners, for cryin' out loud. I just don't understand how people can still believe this shit today, and how they can annex the creation of a great --- but sadly misguided --- writer to support their beliefs.

So, um, the other shirt that caught my eye before I made my hasty exit was one emblazoned with "I LOVE MY PIT BULL". Poor dog.