another day in paradise
Well, my heart must have healed faster than expected, becaue I am in love yet again. This morning I shared 20 glorious minutes with the new love in my life: a big st. bernard mix. This dog was like one of those cheechy japanese cartoon characters, except it was a real dog with those enormous eyes and too-cute expression. Love, love, love! And me, with no yard! I thought by working at the shelter it would help me not mind life without a dog--but here, I suppose, is the flip side. I think when my lease does end this summer I'm going to hafta take Roxie from my parents. (Those Sheridan visitors will remember her as the spotted spaz who humps furniture with great enthusiasm). Dad says he's going to put her to sleep soon, so I need to grab her up as soon as I can. But I wonder if I can rent a back yard for this wonderful dog I found this morning...sigh, you can't always get what you want. Anyway, let's touch on people love now. I had my little date with this Fred character last weekend, and it went pretty well. He's interesting and a bit like me in that he goes off on accidental adventures by himself, which makes me feel a bit more normal for doing the same. (I'm baffled by how many people around here are stunned I moved somewhere where I didn't know anyone, that I left my family just for a job...makes me feel like I did something wrong to my family or that I'm some strange loner-breed. It doesn't help that I get a constant guilt trip from my folks--mom talks in a constant state of nostalgia and dad has put on 20 lbs and stopped running because of my move. What were those college years for? I don't get it.) Anyway, Fred is funny, but a bit mean and crass...and a little cynical for me. He did remind me of Beck a couple times though. For one, he majored in psyhcology. He also has this weird love/hate/punish relationship with his dad. To get back at his dad one time, he snuck into a slaughter house and got a sheep head, then crept into his dad's room while he slept and laid the sheep head on the pillow next to his dad! THEN, he hid in the closet until Dad woke up just to see him freak. Hence the nickname "Sheep Head Fred" that keeps popping up in my mind. It reminded me of the piss-lemonade story, actually. Anyway, he's too interesting not date at least a little bit more...did I mention he was a bubble boy for about 3 months because of a rare blood disease and had to relearn to walk? Or that he's Jewish? Or that he drove to Key West one weekend just to fish by himself? See...interesting. And now, to enjoy my Saturday!