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Saturday, June 26, 2004
This quote is posted on the side of a dog run at Furburbia:
"When parents find solutions rather than dispose of an animal for convenience sake and when gentle care is given to animal family-members, an important concept is communicated to the children. This is alive. This is valuable. You don't throw it away". ~Marinell Harriman I might want this posted somewhere in our house. I get fucking sick every time I read the sad story of an animal who some scumfuck family decides they don't want any more. And they just take 'em to the humane society! I've read this over and over and over again on the animal profiles at Furburbia. A dog or cat that someone owned for 4, 8, even 10 years and it suddenly is unwanted for stupid reasons like "we decided to get a new kitten" or "we had a child and it wasn't working out". An animal should be a member of your family that you would never dream of getting rid of for any other reason than maybe severe aggression or something tragic happening to you rendering you incapable of providing care. The animal is giving you problems? Work the problem out! Don't be a cunt! We are human beings! We are resourceful! Fuck!
Sunday, June 13, 2004
Why must I make a hog out of myself at all of Toni and Rob's gatherings?
I left Grandpa's retirement party absolutely sick to my stomach. I ate way too many pieces of garlic bread in the house. And then 3 of those giant goddamn meatballs and one sausage flat out gorged me. It was all good fun though. Here's to a speedy recovery for Toni, who took a wicked fall before we got there. See, there's a reason our mothers always told us to pick up our feet when walking. Well, I can't believe that Lorene and I are finally getting a house. This home could not have come up for sale at a better time. We were going that very weekend to talk to a realtor about building a new home, and it looked like we were going to finally start the ball rolling. Thing is, I don't think that Lorene was particularly excited about the prospect. And we were both at the point that we were going to walk in with a "let's get this over with" kind of attitude. And that's not the best way to go about building a home. So when this one came along, we walked in to it with some doubt. We walked out with a renewed excitement for starting a life together. It really is that perfect for us, I think. Now we are dealing with the surprises that are part of purchasing a home. There have been both personal surprises and surprises related to the purchase itself. These things will basically work out to be a tremendous learning experience for the both of us. Oh, I also have my IPOD. It is a very entertaining little gadget. I may post a little picture of it at some point. I have about 800 songs on it right now, with room for plenty more. And I am pleased with Windows XP. It cleaned up a lot of problems on my PC. Weight Watchers has been amazing. I am down about 27 pounds from my heaviest, which I hit at the end of March (320 lbs.). I can't wait to actually start being able to see the changes myself. The best thing about the program is that it hasn't been terribly difficult. I still eat a lot of fun food. I just don't go buy 1/2 a dozen doughnuts or a bag of cookies for my evening of snacking anymore. Those days need to be behind me. Work was terrifying for me on Wednesday. I made an error that I thought was going to cost my company a lot of money and potentially cost me my job. All this after the elation of finding out that we had locked in our interest rate. Imagine my displeasure at the thought of losing my job right as we're getting in to a new house. I couldn't sleep most of the night. I got up Thursday, called in to work and they were able to fix my mistake. Life could now go on.
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