So I am getting a hedgehog!!
This little sweetheart will soon be coming home with me. They nicknamed her Miracle, since she wasn't really supposed to be born. She was in utero for nearly twice as long as normal.
I am so excited to go pick her up next week.
So I had sent an email to a breeder upstate, and nothing. been almost 2 weeks and no reply. So I gave up on them. Today I sent an email to a breeder in Mass, and this evening, I get home and there's a reply. YaY!!
Turns out, that they're going to be taking deposits on babies tomorrow. So I could maybe get one! I'm excited. I've already picked one out from the pics they have. If I get one, I'll post some pics up. I'm hopeful!!
Not even Spring break yet and already I'm ready to be done.
There's just something about Spring semester that makes me be so absent minded when it comes to school. I just can't focus on it; don't have time for it.
Just can't even stand it.
Is there something wrong with me or do many folks have this ailment? My stress levels are through the roof as well. Don't even know why but it's starting to have physical effects.
What the fuck...
Argh, just want to be on with my life and out of school with a PsyD and in my own practice with a husband, a kid and a dog.
Where's the easy button for that??
That's what I wanna know Staples and NOW.
...dammit.
"I do not exist," we faithfully insist,
Sailing in our separate ships and from each tiny caravel.
Tiring of trying, there's a unnecessary dying,
Like the horseshoe crab in its proper season sheds its shell.
Such distance from our friends,
Like a scratch across the lens,
Made everything look wrong from anywhere we stood.
And our paper blew away before we'd left the bay.
So half-blind, we wrote these songs on sheets of salty wood.
Caught me making eyes at the other boatman's wives,
And heard me laughing louder at the jokes told by their daughters.
I'd set my course for land, but you well understand,
It takes a steady hand to navigate adulterous waters.
The propeller's spinning blades held acquaintance with the waves,
As there's mistakes I've made no rowing could outrun.
The cloth low on the mast, I say I got no past,
I'm nonetheless the librarian and secretary's son.
The tarnish on my brass, the mildew on my glass-
I'd never want someone so crass as to want someone like me.
But a few leagues off the shore, I bit a flashing lure,
And I assure you, it was not what I expected it to be!
I still tastes its kiss, that dull hook in my lip
Is a memory as useless as a rod without a reel.
To an anchor ever dropped, sea-sick yet still docked,
Captain spotted napping with his first mate at the wheel.
Floating forgetfully along, with no need to be strong,
We keep our confessions long, but when we pray we keep it short.
I drank a thimble full of fire,
I'm not ever coming back...
Oh, my God.
"I do not exist," we faithfully insist,
While watching sink the heavy ship with everything we knew.
And if ever you come near, I'll hold up high a mirror.
Lord, I could never show you anything as beautiful as you!
~mewithoutyou
This song is so amazing.
I want a hedgehog.
I am looking into owning one of these adorable things. A black one like this would be nice, but I'd be happy with any color.
I've been in the need for a fur-person since we had to put my old girl Missy down. Now she's in a small tin box, and I'm lonely for an animal companion. And Sulphur, the beta fish, is just not very affectionate.
Now, hedgies are not very fluffy, I'm aware. But they're not painfully prickly. Their spines are the same stuff as fingernails and they're rather kinda blunt at the end. And they're hysterical to watch. Plus they're an unusual pet. Which is spiffy. They're also less maintenance than bunnies.
So if I can't have a puppy, I'll get a hedgehog.
I have decided.
"Translation is like a woman. If it is beautiful, it is not faithful. If it is faithful, is it most certainly not beautiful"
-Yevgeny Yevtushenko
The show 'Lost' hates me.
And I hate it right back.
Here I am, another Wednesday night, should be doing homework, and yet, here I am, glued to the television, watching another mind-bending episode of confusion.
This is a truly abusive relationship. I sat committed, and yet here it is, yanking me around, slamming me into walls and bringing me more questions than answers and just an overall sense of being... Lost.
It was intriguing at first. I enjoyed myself. The confusion was nice and enjoyed. And yet, Lost saw no need to experience a little give, with all its take. And now, I have this annoyance with the show.
Felt the need to keep this blog going, and currently, this is all that's on my mind.
