Wow...

Time to start updating. I miss blogging. I miss talking. ;-)

Afraid I have a Hernia

Which is sore, swollen, painful and making me queasy a lot.

*sighs*

No more picking up big rocks.

Sitting, waiting for the exterminator

You know, I never thought it would take fifteen months to get rid of the friggin' rats.

*sighs*

Angry today, and a little fragile.

Feeling like no matter how much you work, how hard you try, someone's going to bitch.

*sighs*

;-)

Okay, over it now.

*has a cry*

Okay. Enough of that.

Parents who say there's absolutely nothing their children can do

To make them turn around and walk away are lucky.

They're also wrong. I pray their children never do one of those things that make them have to make that decision, because it breaks you.

Just sayin'.

all rocks go to Heaven.

There are people who don't believe dogs go to Heaven?

Seriously?

How fucked up is that, exactly? I mean, what sort of a person believes for a second that these amazing creatures that love unconditionally don't deserve to move on and go fishing in eternity? (And yes, I understand I have atheist friends and we have an agreement to just nod and blink at one another -- I know there's life after death. I have ghosts. To not believe in them is like not believing in chairs. )

But seriously, what type of person can look at my Sonny man, really look at him, and think, "nope. no eternal walk in the sun with lots of naps and snuggles for you." I tell you what, those people can keep that Heaven. I'll go with Dog.

;-)