Some people think having a puppy sounds like a splendid idea.
I'm one of those people. Or I used to be. I still do in theory, but my idealistic, romantic view of it has changed. I convinced my friend Yas to buy a puppy. She adopted a pit bull german shepard mix. It's going to be huge, but it's adorable and tiny right now. And a little ball of energy.
I got to puppy sit this weekend. Jesus Christ! That puppy needed an extraordinary amount of attention! Who knew! I guess a lot of people knew, but not me! I thought puppy (whose name is Georgia) would sit with me and cuddle and play fetch. We'd go on walks and meet cute boys who were impressed with how cute she is.
But, no. She poops and pees and barks and wants you to play with her ALL THE TIME! I love her and will puppy sit as many times as Yas needs, but I cannot see myself having a puppy. And certainly not a baby! If a puppy takes up that much energy. . .
Tuesday, August 7, 2007
I'm clearly not ready to have kids
Saturday, July 21, 2007
Do you have a second for (insert cause here)
No, I don't have a second for the enviroment, or the democratic party, or animal rights, or gay rights. Or to see a comedy show for that matter.
And I should not feel bad for not stopping. These groups all ALL OVER. ALL SUMMER. I don't care that you're 19 and that this is your summer job or how much you care about the cause, I'm not giving you $30/month. Really, I'm not going to give you 30 cents a month because I kind of resent the way you make me feel when I have alotted a specific amount of time to get from point A to point B and you want me to chat with you for 10 of those minutes.
My first summer of exposure to this, I did the obligitory "yes, I do care about the enviroment, I will let you talk me into giving you money". I've even given money (not the per month kind, just a one time donation). But after 8 summers of it, I will go to extreme measures to avoid them. I'll talk on my cellphone to NO ONE. I will cross the street. I will go into a coughing fit just to avoid them.
When I was in college I signed up to work for Greenpeace--the most abrasive of the soliciters. I went to the training, got a uniform, was ready to go and the day before I got a little wake up call. You HATE these people. So people will HATE you. I coudn't do it. I also tried to get signatures for a democratic candidate for something or another in Times Square. That's probably all I have to say about that. The mental picture should do it justice. To those who can do it, or actually like to do it--good for you.
Wednesday, July 18, 2007
Selda. haha.
I love all of you (well, the ones I know). But the blog's a little serious. I like serious mixed with in with a healthy dose of a good time. You know, like all the popular blogs:perezhilton, that gay guy who was a guest host on the view, pink is the new blog. you know, like that. So, I'm taking that up as my job.
I may not even be posting this right. I think the crazy shit y'all do during the weekend is a good time. So post that too! You can still talk about Bush and Iraq, and the "problems" of the world. But throw in a good anectote or two. Let's get to know each other. Like my weekend, for instance. My friend got a puppy! That's right! I'm a lesbian mother! Her name is Georgia (like the country, not the state) and she's going to grow up to be big and mean and aggresive, but right now she's the cutest thing since sliced bread.
To make this a multi-cultural post, my friend Sam has guests in town from Isreal. You know, that war-torn country in the middle east. I refer to them as the Israelies, and they don't mind. (I do know thier names) We got wasted and played pool and all they want to do is go dancing. Seriously? I can't dance for money. (well, maybe for money. . .)
My dad had a friend in from out of town and they took me, Sara and my friend Adam to lunch. We drank heavily and they told us they went to a piano bar the previous night. If I didn't know them, I would have thought they were a nice gay couple looking to pick up a young man at a bar. But they were clueless. My dad was excited that he knew RENT.
Okay. That's it. Blog's are cool!