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My dog was put to sleep today after 16 years and it was traumatic and painful for her to be put to sleep, she peed she was so scared and was yelping louder than I've ever heard her, crying and barking... she was doing everything she could to get away and the 3 (out of 4) people that loved her the most were holding her down thinking once she had the medication she would go to sleep in our arms. Once the Dr. injected the medication, she was gone. No falling asleep, no drifting in sweetness, just all of a sudden dead.
I felt like yelling how unfair, how rude, how scary of an ending to such a sweet, pampered and gentle life. I miss her and this day couldn't get worse if I tried to make it that way.
It sucks. It fucking sucks. | | |
| I've been feeling incredibly stressed out with school and family juggling (and life in there too I guess) and then yesterday SMS sent me my information on the web stuff I need for Sept. and then today I got a booklist/list of supplies I need (you don't want to know). I was so happy, and inspired, and happy and... relieved to feel that peaceful feeling again that I was wondering if it'd been my imagination while in Seattle. I was contemplating re-considering... but I think with a little more prayer and thought I'll be set/determined for next year. God, only a month to figure out where the heck the boys are going to go for the week I'm gone and so that I can study some too. It's really weighing on me (as are finances). Phew...
Getting close...
~Julie | | |
| Alright, I found my favorite blog... seriously, this blog is so funny that I was laughing out loud for a good 5 minutes straight (no joke). It might not be so funny to those without children but he is so honest with a twisted humor, it is so true, all he says.
The Blog
Nice to know in the connecting-world-of-children that I am insane *with* company. What can I say? Parenting makes us all more human, imperfect, humble, and down to earth. I know there are those that resist this humbling aspect but if you parent (really parent), it happens. If you pay someone else to parent FOR you then you can stave off the process but regardless, there is a right of passage into parenting-humanity that every parent goes through at some point.
Personally, I hold my badge with respect. Is it pretty? Sometimes. Is it hard? EVERY day. Do I wish it was different? No way, I could/would never be the same person without these boys at this time. I think all things work together for good.
So with that, back to studying before my jewels of joy wake up and consume my attention the rest of the day (laughing). | | |
| So that highschool reunion thingy... it was entertaining definetly. I think the people-watching alone was worth the $25 a head for lunch (though the best people-watching was Friday (the free night) anyways). Man... seriously, some people act/are/dress the same exactly and then others are *totally* different. It was fun to talk to the people I went to school with almost (or all) 13 years because they weren't total assholes (sorry, true) and I quite honestly and obviously avoided several other people. What can I say? I won't be nice if I talk to them and even if I say nothing at all my face gives it away so I just stayed the heck away from them... my best option truly. There were only like 5 of those people.
I think it'll be fun 10 years from now honestly... lots more growing up, less caring about what others think or what they do, etc. and time to let the "I STILL don't like you!" fade to possible tolerance? One can hope.
One tiny story okay?
There's this girl that was always the drunk obnoxious girl (well, there were tons of them, but she was one of them) in highschool and so she goes outside to have a smoke (I'm out there with Evan while he is smoking a cigar with some new 'friends' (he just talked to them to bum a cigar I know it)... so she is obviously wasted drunk (this is Friday) and she says she needs a smoke... and says, "I think I'm gonna smoke some weed". I about rolled my eyes straight out of my HEAD. PLEEEEEEASE someone tell me how old we are. What year is it? And then her friend (also known as a drunk slutty girl) says that she is Sooooooo wasted and she has to see her nephew in the hospital and asks her friend, "How many times have we gone to the hospital wasted?" to which her friend replies "Too many girl, too many". :snicker: I hate to say it but maybe it's because they're single and have never grown up? Or maybe they're single beCAUSE they've never grown up? Who knows, all I know is that it was a sad time warp.
Now if that doesn't all make me sound very judgemental right? Sorry, it was just for a day. : )
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| Well here's some pictures of our trip... ahhhhhh
On our way:
All of us:
Why I really went on vacation: : )
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