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Everything happens for a reason

So it’s been said that everything happens for a reason. I admit that’s kinda been my life mantra but why do we really say that? Is it just to make ourselves feel better? It seems to me that we only say that when bad things happen; we imply that this bad thing that has happened, has only happened so that we are able to experience the amazingly good thing that will happen to us in the future that we would never be privy to if this bad thing never happened.

Last week my world came crashing down. My hopes and dreams, plans and preparations, my future went down the drain, all initiated  by familial guilt and selfishness and propelled by my own sense of duty. In essence what that means is that I have a heart and I will be unhappy for however long I am condemned to my current reality.

The small chance exists however, that in a few months that mangled mess that is my life will somehow  be given the chance it has lost. A small part of me (the recently burnt, “expect the worst” part of me) thinks it might not happen, just because my life has been a constant stream of unhappiness. Some people may not believe me when I say that, but they don’t know me, they just think they do. I have had many blessings in my life but when I  look back to my life as a child and feel the pain wrap itself around me – all the blessings just don’t seem good enough, and that’s not right.

It could be that as they say the grass always looks greener on the other side. That might be true but I’d rather jump the fence and find out it’s not all it’s cracked up to be than to look longingly through the fence for the rest of my life.

If everything happens for a reason, I’m still waiting to find out what it is. Damn it, it better be good!!!!!

Dead pets and fresh memories

So…my dog died today. Just another one added to the list of canine pets that have died throughout my lifetime. Gosh this is so depressing.

Starting from the age of ten, it’s been one tragedy after another. I have never had a dog I owned live a long life and die a natural death…never.

The list goes as follows:

1. A doggy homicide  – shot by my neighbor(barely made it through school that day)

2. Run over by my dad

3. A mysterious death (woke up and found her dead one morning)

4. Run over by my dad (yes, again)

5. Run over by a car (she was peeing in the middle of the road-poor puppy, I blame my parents for that one)

6. Death by intense mange medication (I blame my parents for that one too)

7. Got hit by a bus (stupid dog  jumps over wall and stands in the street like he owns it – no I never saw it happen)

8. Death by poison (vet’s conclusion)

So there you have it, my chronology of dog deaths. I stake no claim to the last 4 as I had totally disowned them because of year’s of past grief. They were in fact my mother’s “children”.

As it turns out I still have three dogs in my household. God forbid another one should die before I leave this place.

PS – I am taking this quite well; after 7 deaths I had better built up some kinda tolerance.

Night out with the girls

One Night + Five Girls + Good Food + Alcohol + Good Music + Lots of Laughing = Good times, Hoarse throat and memories

The morning after and I feel like crap… but it’s worth it.

Skinny Dipping? Me? I don’t think so!

So my friend suggested we go skinny dipping.
I laughed in her face.

In my opinion:
Skinny Dipping = Me dipping (in a large body of water) while being skinny

(Seriously, I gotta lose at least 20 lbs..even so…not gonna happen)

Go ahead…call me a prude. I don’t care.
Seriously, call me a prude – just leave a comment!

A little bit of liquor goes a long way

Happy Cinco de Mayo everybody!!!!

Just came from my 1st Cinco de Mayo shindig.
Just had my first shot of tequila.
Still feeling good.

Solitaire

So I’m having lunch with my soon to be married friend and she asks me, in a whole lot more words ‘Why am I single?’ I look at her and she looks at me like she’s waiting for me to reveal I have some contagious man disease that has mysteriously kept me solitaire all these years. I stare blankly at her and shrug my shoulders. “I dunno”, I say between chomps of food.

Not that I’ve given it much thought since then, but I still dont have a reason. I know I’m not picky, I know I’m not ugly and I know I dont walk around with food in my teeth (I floss – daily).

There’s nothing wrong with being single, I should know! But as of lately I am really feeling a pang to just be with somebody and I dont mean one night stands (I’m not into that). I mean a serious or even a semi-serious relationship.

So here I am ready, ready for something new. Why? Solitaire just isnt fun anymore. Come to think of it, it wasnt fun to begin with!

Tell me what I’m feeling

There’s so much I want to say at this moment. So much emotion i want to let out, so much of you i want to let in…but i cant. I cant seem to push past this …this wall of happiness. I know it sounds weird, but i find that sadness is my muse. Unhappiness and malcontent are the things that push me to pour out my emotions and put pen to paper. But right now, right now i am happy and sad and hopeful. Hopeful for the wonderfulness that tomorrow can bring.

I am a very emotional person. I cry easily. Yes, i am a crier. Most people don’t know that though. They’ve never seen me cry, probably will never see me cry. But i have cried so many tears during this lifetime. Tears that came from what seemed to be gut wrenching sorrow…sorrow that i overcame.

Today i found out my dog died, well not really my dog but my friend’s dog. Killed by a car. I loved that dog. I love dogs. I am a dog person. Strange enough, every dog i ever had has died prematurely, before its time (in my opinion). I don’t want to bore you with the details of my dogs’ demise but i am numb. I heard the news today and it seemed to have no effect on me. I know i should be sad but in the past couple of months I’ve lost two puppies and have gone through such emotional anger that i cant even muster the sadness i know i should be feeling.

But… I am happy. I relish my happiness. Who knows when it will cease to be. Who knows what tomorrow brings. Not me. Not you. Not anybody…except for God.  And yet…I hope.

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