April 3, 2008

  • Punch anyone?

    I just got back from taking Baby to the vet for her spaying.  She's a year old Lab mix that I got from a rescue shelter last fall.  She didn't want to go with the vet assistant.  I'm not worried about her - I've been with this vet clinic for 8 years and my daughter once worked there, so I trust them to be good - but I know she's scared and I wish I could do more to reassure her.  She's been to the vet several times, but she's never stayed there overnight alone (without Lucky, that is).  Oh well.  She'll be fine.  I'll pick her up Saturday morning.

    In the meantime, today is shoulder day at the gym.  They've always been my weakest link, but they've been getting stronger this last month.  I'm going to push them hard today, make 'em grow.

    Un-happying news:  It's supposed to rain beginning late this afternoon and going on for the next 3 days.  Blech.

    I want to leave you today with this excerpt from the book I'm reading:

        "Like most women my age...I was trained to be a nice girl growing up.  I spent most of my life following the litany of things nice girls do - and the things nice girls don't do.  When you are raised to be a nice girl, the list of things you cannot do is long.  But it's best if you memorize it.  You wouldn't want to be mistaken for someone who's not nice.
        "You must always defer to other people, especially men. ... You must always be polite and you  must never say what you think.  When you are a nice girl, you put your desires last.  This is because you're nice and you want other people to know it (otherwise, what's the point?)  You must always worry about the other person.  You must ask yourself, what does that other person think?  You  must make sure you ask this question every time you encounter another person, which means you ask this question a lot."

    And people wonder why I have an easily tapped molten river of rage flowing through my core.  Or why punching the rubber dummy is cathartic.

Comments (4)

  • Rain would be most welcome out here in the high desert...

  • I like the rain, as long as it's just rain. She'll be fine I am sure, since you knwo this vet and trust them.

  • yes.  River of Rage!!!!  I used to paddle it a lot...then I found some rocky shore...now I've made it to land with a few hills.  I was raised by a narcissistic mother...had no idea until I was about 40 or 45 years old.  Done the therapy, done the depression, done the meds.  When I look back, though, I can still see the river.

  • @Ninasusan - omg!  You too?  We need to talk!

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