Aprons
I’ve really wanted a half apron lately. My gram always had one on. Maybe its because I have been super domestic and crafty lately with lots of cooking and cross stitching. It could be because my grandpa passed recently. I’m feeling kinda domestic and I’m I’m going to be good at one thing it might as well be something domestic. I feel ok at lots of things but not good at anything really.
And pockets, and I rub my hands on my pants to clean them alot. If you spin with your arms out in my kitchen you can touch every counter, but I still have 3 dish towels out so I can wipe off my hands.
Road trip
2004-2013
I picked her out off of pet finder when she was about 12 weeks old. She was at Detroit animal control and they had not taken a good picture.
I asked my parents, who I lived with at the time, if it was ok to bring her home as a present for my little sister. With tentative approval due to the crappy pictures I recruited a friend to drive down with me the next day when I got out of school.
When we arrived at animal control she was just waking up from being spayed. But she was sweet and snuggly. We paid for her, set her in the back seat and went back to get my car from school. She slept the whole way.
Working for a vet at the time had advantages. Like being able to get her looked at and bathed before she went to her new home.
She was smart, probably too smart, and more a person than a dog sometimes. She found and adopted her own cat from the woodpile. She approved of and adopted my husband as one for her own immediately. And this for a dog that was iffy around most new men.
She will be missed, but I’m glad my family could be able to give her a better life.
Pets and sads
Sigh
Part of me is conflicted that I don’t want kids, I want the wonderful things that the people who raised me have taught me, to live on. I guess that I should come to terms with my sisters and my cousins being the ones to pass these things on.
Protected: blue
Reason to not have kids # 6547
Leaving them the first time to go back to work just seems heartbreaking. Especially with all the hormones still going on. Even if it is just for a couple hours and your job allows for more flexibility than others it still seems like more worry than I would like to sign up for.
I wonder sometimes what our lives would be like if we lived in my home town. The influences of my family and the community around them. I wonder if i would still be teaching because the school systems are better (at least locally) and they pay better. Everywhere has its faults but for that instance would it have been a better places to be? I have school teacher friends there who cannot find a full time job, but is that more about them not wanting to move too far or just the fact that there is not a ton of turnover. I guess both things are good about the area. My sisters and I have had the same kindergarten teacher even 15 year apart. My parent’s and possibly one of the sisters have had the same teachers in highschool. I don’t know if this is a good or bad thing but it certainly makes the area feel more connected than the ones i’m in right now.
Community and the need for people
How does an adult become involved in a community (online or otherwise)?
So one way is to just show up, but then what about if you have a nearly crippling social anxiety problem?
My personal social issues are not crippling but I do feel awkward talking to people I don’t know. Does that get easier with practice? I have classes with real people and I make some small tall but not enough to make a real friend. Maybe I should ask people more questions. How do you learn to care about a stranger’s life?



