Last week I dropped off my two dogs, Piper and Asia, at a kennel because, along with my brother, I’m volunteering at a Christian sports camp for a week in southern Missouri. Now we’re in the middle of our week here and I wonder what my dogs are doing. What are they thinking? What are they barking at? Is Piper chasing rabbits? Is Asia biting Piper’s ears to play? I miss my dogs! I even had a dream about them last night. There were a couple of puppies in the dream, too, and at one point I was carrying all of them in a Kroger grocery cart. No idea what that means but I hope they’re doing OK! I’ll see them Sunday and I just hope they still love me, much less remember my name!
Hi there and thanks for stopping by. As it says in the purpose of this blog, I write about a few parts of my life, one being that I’m single. So with that in mind I compiled a list of things I’ve learned in my 30s (and a few from my 20s) while not being married. This might apply to single women as well, but I wouldn’t dare assume anything about “the single woman,” which leads perfectly to the first lesson on the list…
Never assume anything about women.
When the tv show Friends originally aired, it didn’t mean anything to me. Now watching reruns in my 30s, I get it. And I can’t stop laughing.
The woman is always right. And no, I’m not only talking about contra dancing 🙂
There are certain songs that will forever remind you of someone you dated.
Someone in your family will know of the perfect girl for you.
Cute little chipmunks. Big bad bears. Loyal dogs. Playful dolphins.Do creatures like these have the ability to sin? I’m not sure why the question popped into my mind yesterday while I was hand-washing dishes. I believe people are born sinners, and God provided a way out because this sin needs to be accounted for. I also believe Jesus was/is the only person who never sinned, but what about animals? I don’t think they even have the ability to sin, which is weird to think about. I take that back, if any animal knows how to sin, it would be my neighbor’s outdoor cat! She teases my dogs almost daily!
In the cold days of fall and winter, I typically keep my A/C low. Think 65° as a high indoors. It gets quite chilly. I have ways to combat the frigid temperatures; a space heater, blankets, dogs. They all work together to make it more bearable. Here’s one of my dogs with our space heater.
Piper and I love being warm by that little heater.
But then the time comes to take a shower. In the 30 seconds the water is warming up (before I set foot in it), I wonder what a soldier would do right now? I think of myself as weak because I’m waiting for the freezing cold water to warm up to hot tub temp. I ask myself,
If I were in the military and didn’t have a choice, like I’m in a war zone or something, where there wasn’t any hot water, could I wake up and take a cold shower?
I usually don’t come up with an answer before the water is steamy and I hop in for a relaxing shower. I’m so weak.
The her in this story is somewhat of a stretch. Let me explain, I found this mannequin at ThriftSmart yesterday. Unlike my dates with real girls, I took her home. She’s being awfully quiet but I guess I shouldn’t expect much. No girl that lives in my house has every said a single word.
-Out of the Wilderness
Turns out humping doesn’t just happen in Tone Loc songs. One of my dogs has this weird obsession with a stuffed heart. She’s adored it since she was a puppy. But the situation got out of hand (she was humping it all the time) so I hid it about 3 years ago. I forgot about the heart until I recently found it.
I thought to myself, “She’s matured, she won’t act like the cheese block in those Cheese-It commercials.”
I was wrong. The reunion was a tear-jerker. But now she’s back to humping. It wouldn’t be so bad, except that she tries to latch onto my leg while she’s doing it! So yesterday as I pushed her away, one of her little dew claws did this: I don’t think it’s difficult to see that she totally scratched half my shin, the little punk! And it hurt! I guess it could be worse, though. Like finding out Sheena was a man! Yowza!
I must have a sign on my forehead that says, “doesn’t have enough problems”… as if being short wasn’t enough! Yes, I wish I was a little bit taller, but I really, really wish I’d see poison ivy before I touch it. And then proceed to touch my ear. My eye. My other ear. But to be perfectly honest, I kind of think of it the same way I see sun tans (real ones, like, from the actual sun). A tan from the sun means your outside enjoying all outside has to offer. You get hot, you get sweaty, sometimes you get burned, but hey, you’re out there. You’re experiencing the marvelous wonder that is nature. Same with poison ivy. I was out there climbing through trees. I was helping my dogs track a mole. I was watching deer trot by. Given the opportunity to be outside on a nice day, don’t mind if I don’t!
Soon the itching will stop but one thing remains the same: cats really are the worst.