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Baby Spit vs Dog Spit
Mar. 21st, 2010 10:06 pm
How many times do I have to say 'I'm normal, I swear!' before
a - people start believing me?
b - it becomes true?
I don't even know guys, I don't even know. Life gets so out of hand sometimes.
And now, here's my hormonal whining for a bit.
I want a baby.
I don't want a baby, BUT I WANT TO THINK I WANT A BABY.
I know I'm not ready for any of that junk, but whenever I see a baby or a small child who is mostly behaving (let's be honest, everyone hates a squalling infant), something way maternal in me just wants to smish it's little face and run off into the sunset. I don't even know. I want to blame Heather for 'that thing which will never be spoken about but included a lot of pregnancy talk' for putting babies into my head, or maybe the fact that 6 people I know have had babies in the last 12 months... And absolutely blame Bean for pushing kids on me a bunch in the last few weeks to make it really something that I've been thinking about... Guh.
Anyways, single, unemployed post-secondary drop out who can hardly take care of herself and who genetically should never have kids because whoa, checkered family history, is not anyone who needs a baby right now. I KNOW I KNOW. But it doesn't stop the tugging of my heart strings every time I think about it.
In other news, spent some time at the pet rescue today. Actually, it's not the pet rescue anymore, now it's the dog rescue. The lady who runs it wasn't able to deal with her horrific cat allergy anymore after having 40+ cats at the rescue for what? Some number of years anyways. So they just do dogs now. I think they have two leftover cats (one is nicknamed Dead Cat and reminds me of Buttonhole from Death Comes to Town).
Back to my point of OOH BABY THINGS. We messed around with the dogs a bunch today and it absolutely cemented my recent personal revelation. All my life, I was a cat person (a green cat person, if you want to get technical). Dogs were cool, but cats were best. And then I moved away from home and lived without a cat for a year and half and it was good. Like really good. So then when I got another cat after that time... It just didn't feel the same. It wasn't as great and awesome as I had remembered. I mean, the cat I got was lovely, but she was still practically a kitten and very high energy and it wasn't what I had been used to with my always'n'forever favourite cat Ziggy. ((Well, then came McLovin' and I think I rant enough about him that everyone knows he's Lucifer's real vessel.))
Well I guess one day I started reflecting on all the awesome dogs I'd had/known throughout my life. And I realized I was a dog person (well, a green dog person).
I really rock at getting off topic.
I played with dogs today and it made me realize how comfortable I am with my chosen path in life, as I am entering into a veterinary medicine type program in September. Dogs rule and also drool. Something to that effect.
There. I got it all out.
My hair smells like puppy spit and wind even after I washed it. I AM SO HAPPY, IDEK.
a - people start believing me?
b - it becomes true?
I don't even know guys, I don't even know. Life gets so out of hand sometimes.
And now, here's my hormonal whining for a bit.
I want a baby.
I don't want a baby, BUT I WANT TO THINK I WANT A BABY.
I know I'm not ready for any of that junk, but whenever I see a baby or a small child who is mostly behaving (let's be honest, everyone hates a squalling infant), something way maternal in me just wants to smish it's little face and run off into the sunset. I don't even know. I want to blame Heather for 'that thing which will never be spoken about but included a lot of pregnancy talk' for putting babies into my head, or maybe the fact that 6 people I know have had babies in the last 12 months... And absolutely blame Bean for pushing kids on me a bunch in the last few weeks to make it really something that I've been thinking about... Guh.
Anyways, single, unemployed post-secondary drop out who can hardly take care of herself and who genetically should never have kids because whoa, checkered family history, is not anyone who needs a baby right now. I KNOW I KNOW. But it doesn't stop the tugging of my heart strings every time I think about it.
In other news, spent some time at the pet rescue today. Actually, it's not the pet rescue anymore, now it's the dog rescue. The lady who runs it wasn't able to deal with her horrific cat allergy anymore after having 40+ cats at the rescue for what? Some number of years anyways. So they just do dogs now. I think they have two leftover cats (one is nicknamed Dead Cat and reminds me of Buttonhole from Death Comes to Town).
Back to my point of OOH BABY THINGS. We messed around with the dogs a bunch today and it absolutely cemented my recent personal revelation. All my life, I was a cat person (a green cat person, if you want to get technical). Dogs were cool, but cats were best. And then I moved away from home and lived without a cat for a year and half and it was good. Like really good. So then when I got another cat after that time... It just didn't feel the same. It wasn't as great and awesome as I had remembered. I mean, the cat I got was lovely, but she was still practically a kitten and very high energy and it wasn't what I had been used to with my always'n'forever favourite cat Ziggy. ((Well, then came McLovin' and I think I rant enough about him that everyone knows he's Lucifer's real vessel.))
Well I guess one day I started reflecting on all the awesome dogs I'd had/known throughout my life. And I realized I was a dog person (well, a green dog person).
I really rock at getting off topic.
I played with dogs today and it made me realize how comfortable I am with my chosen path in life, as I am entering into a veterinary medicine type program in September. Dogs rule and also drool. Something to that effect.
There. I got it all out.
My hair smells like puppy spit and wind even after I washed it. I AM SO HAPPY, IDEK.