I went to the kill shelter alone today. I knew that it would make me cry and I didn’t want Sweety and the boys gawking at me. Figured if there was a dog there for us that I’d go back later with them. There wasn’t though. All of the dogs there (save for a couple of gigantic ones) had notes on their cages that said they either weren’t good with other animals or children.
It was a horrible place. It smelled like bleach and pee and all of the dogs looked so hopeful when you walked by their cages. I cried like a baby when I got in the car. Then I went to the shelter where they don’t kill the dogs to see what was shaking over there. No good prospects there either. Then I drove home and listened to country music and bawled some more. I felt like having an emotional morning. I perked up as soon as I got back home. My tear ducts just needed a good purge.
Have you heard about Disney letting you in free on your birthday? I have decided that I unashamedly love The Magic Kingdom and have been planning my free day in August. I got to thinking that I needed to borrow a kid from someone to take with me so I wouldn’t look like a lonely loser when I go.
Luckily, Bekah has rescued me!
She will be in Florida in April and is going to be kind enough to time part of her visit with my day off so we can go to Disney! We will go on a weekday so it won’t be so crowded! She said she will wear mouse ears with me! Her kid will be there! So I can pretend that I am being a big goof for the fun of the child. I. Can’t. Wait. I went to sleep thinking about it last night. I think I will get one of those mouse ear hats that has a princess hat on top of it.
I will still go for free in August. Maybe Sweety will go and be a dork with me. I wish Disney had the option to buy an annual pass and spread the payments out as monthly payments instead of making you pay for them up front. That is why we aren’t passholders. It would just hurt too much to pay that much money at once.
Speaking of birthdays…
Amy’s is coming up and she has a great post about it. I wish I felt the way that she does. I’ll be 33 this year and for some reason, it is freaking me out. 25 was hard. 29 was really bad. 30 was no big deal. 31 and 32 just slid on by without me hardly even noticing them. Why is 33 making me cringe? I’m thinking maybe I don’t like those 3′s side by side or something. I guess it is better than the alternative.
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I am convinced that it is always better than the alternative.
I just don’t want to be one of those women who freaks out at a number. I had a hairstylist tell me one time that she loved her thirties, but was enjoying her forties SO MUCH MORE.
That gave me assloads of hope.
:)
At least you’ll have Disney and you know, you are only as old as you feel and it sounds to me like you are only about the ripe old age of 10! ;)
XOXO!!!
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Chickie said:
January 21st, 2009 at 8:57 pm
One of my dearest friends has told me that she started loving life after her thirties hit. That does give me hope. I used to not get people who freaked out about being a certain age and I’m not sure why some of them bug me. I’m glad it’s sporadic birthdays that bother me instead of every one!
10? I think you are right!
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January 21st, 2009 8:50 pm
It’s only a number Chickie dear. My twin never wanted to be 50…and she passed away at 49. There is truth to the adage “you’re only as old as you feel.” I consider you to be “ever-youthful”, my polite way of saying “don’t grow up”…I love you just the way you are.
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Chickie said:
January 21st, 2009 at 9:53 pm
Thank you. You’ve reminded me to be grateful for each day.
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January 21st, 2009 9:07 pm
I would find it very very difficult to go to these shelters—It beaks ones heart…And I know how much you care and how deeply you feel about your doggies…..Just give them both BIG BIG HUGS….!
Disneyland/Disneyworld sounds like a fun thing to do for your Birthday….Going on all the rides, etc…..We never get too old for that! (Infirm, maybr….lol…but not in our hearrts…..). I know you will have a FABULOUS Time with Bekah and when you go with Sweety, too….I bet he ends up going with you….!
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Chickie said:
January 22nd, 2009 at 11:19 pm
A little part of me want to take Tiny Dog to the shelter and say, “See how good you have it?! You want to bark because you can’t sleep in the human bed though!”
I think I’ll be able to talk Sweety into going. Maybe he won’t be adverse to going if he knows I’ve gotten some of the insane excitement out by going in April.
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January 22nd, 2009 12:26 am
Shelters KILL me…. so very sad but just think those dogs could be out running the countryside starving, in the weather, in danger of being hit by cars or predators. I always tell myself that. It helps… a little :(
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Chickie said:
January 22nd, 2009 at 11:21 pm
Agh! I hadn’t even thought of the starving or in danger angle.
What really pissed me off was reading why some of the dogs were there. Each cage had a little tag on it that gave info about the dogs. One dog’s (a little less than 2 years old) tag said his owners brought him in because he jumped on their 11 year old boy. It wasn’t a big dog. I was like, WTF? A dog that young is a freaking PUPPY! Of course it will jump on people.
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January 22nd, 2009 1:51 pm
I wish I had known you were such a nut for Disneyland. I would have paid you to take my niece there last summer. Seriously.
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Chickie said:
January 22nd, 2009 at 11:22 pm
You let me know next time! I’m thinking that I need to check out Disneyland since that was where all of the magic began.
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January 22nd, 2009 10:24 pm
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