_vegan_ (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} _vegan_) wrote,@ 2005-02-28 08:35:00 |
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nasty beagle
Dogs are so bazaar. This morning Max was snuggled up in his bed, looking adorable and wagged his tail when I gave him some good morning lovin'. This is a big deal considering it took him well over a year before he would wag his tail when being touched - it used to be that if he was wagging it and I pat his head, it would go stark still. Anyway, he was being all sweet and nice, didn't even bark while I was getting his breakfast ready. On good behavior. Brandon leaves for work, and he turns into Beaglo (Bee-ah-glow) - the devil dog. HE ATE A STRIP OF CONDOMS! And he didn't go for those free Lifestyles ones from Planned Parenthood - he went right for the Trojans. I round the corner and see a pile of gold foil wrappers mangled and full of dog slobber on the living room rug. What an A-Hole. He is so nasty.
Brandon and I had one of those full circle talks today - starts out alright, goes to shit, then you find the way home again. These talks don't scare me so much anymore - I have found that when we're in the part where we don't know what to say to make it better, instead of panicking, I trust that things will work out. I think marriage is settling in.
Speaking of panicing, I am out of my Buspirone. I would like to stop taking it - it's expensive, and I didn't really want to be on it to begin with. Plus, anxiety disorders are so common these days, I am starting to doubt if I even have one, thinking that it might just be an easy way to get me to give money to pharmaceutical companies or something. It's like depression or ADHD - maybe people really do suffer from these things, maybe it's a cultural epidemic, or maybe it's just that so many people are starting to be diagnosed that we trick ourselves into thinking it's worse than it really is just because the disorders exist? I don't know. In any event, I'd like to get off the meds - but I also don't want to worry about Brandon being shot, hit by a drunk driver, trapped in a burning building, etc. all day when I could be writing my book or making granola, or anything that isn't worrying about random and unlikely tragedies I can't control.
A side note: While talking with my mom yesterday, she was telling me about the slight embarrassment she felt when confessing to her employer that against all of her better jugement, she had gotten involved with a married man and ended up 'busting up a marraige'. Her boss just said, "Oh, hell, I've done that. I say if you can do that it -needs- bustin up." I love that.
Mom also said that she thinks that animal rights will be a big thing within the next few decades and that I might have a really good jump on this book idea. It might be obscure now, but in the near future, her guess is that a lot of people will want to read it. Thanks for the words of encouragement mom. :)
Dogs are so bazaar. This morning Max was snuggled up in his bed, looking adorable and wagged his tail when I gave him some good morning lovin'. This is a big deal considering it took him well over a year before he would wag his tail when being touched - it used to be that if he was wagging it and I pat his head, it would go stark still. Anyway, he was being all sweet and nice, didn't even bark while I was getting his breakfast ready. On good behavior. Brandon leaves for work, and he turns into Beaglo (Bee-ah-glow) - the devil dog. HE ATE A STRIP OF CONDOMS! And he didn't go for those free Lifestyles ones from Planned Parenthood - he went right for the Trojans. I round the corner and see a pile of gold foil wrappers mangled and full of dog slobber on the living room rug. What an A-Hole. He is so nasty.
Brandon and I had one of those full circle talks today - starts out alright, goes to shit, then you find the way home again. These talks don't scare me so much anymore - I have found that when we're in the part where we don't know what to say to make it better, instead of panicking, I trust that things will work out. I think marriage is settling in.
Speaking of panicing, I am out of my Buspirone. I would like to stop taking it - it's expensive, and I didn't really want to be on it to begin with. Plus, anxiety disorders are so common these days, I am starting to doubt if I even have one, thinking that it might just be an easy way to get me to give money to pharmaceutical companies or something. It's like depression or ADHD - maybe people really do suffer from these things, maybe it's a cultural epidemic, or maybe it's just that so many people are starting to be diagnosed that we trick ourselves into thinking it's worse than it really is just because the disorders exist? I don't know. In any event, I'd like to get off the meds - but I also don't want to worry about Brandon being shot, hit by a drunk driver, trapped in a burning building, etc. all day when I could be writing my book or making granola, or anything that isn't worrying about random and unlikely tragedies I can't control.
A side note: While talking with my mom yesterday, she was telling me about the slight embarrassment she felt when confessing to her employer that against all of her better jugement, she had gotten involved with a married man and ended up 'busting up a marraige'. Her boss just said, "Oh, hell, I've done that. I say if you can do that it -needs- bustin up." I love that.
Mom also said that she thinks that animal rights will be a big thing within the next few decades and that I might have a really good jump on this book idea. It might be obscure now, but in the near future, her guess is that a lot of people will want to read it. Thanks for the words of encouragement mom. :)
