What's the best present you gave this year?
The scrapbook I made my mom of her life.
I shall post pictures later with my BRAND NEW CANON DIGITAL REBEL XTi.
Once I get the cord that connects to the battery charger in the mail, which might be a while.
How did you find out the secret behind Santa Claus?
Submitted by Carinish.
I'm not sure exactly how or when I found out but I had a feeling he wasn't all real when I would go to my friends' house around Christmastime and ask them, "Does Santa usually leave your presents unwrapped?"
They'd all look at me like I was crazy and say, "No, he wraps them!" Well, my presents that were supposedly from Santa, were never wrapped up, they were naked. That's apparently how my dad's parents always did things and he insisted on leaving the presents from the parents wrapped and the presents from Santa unwrapped.
Eventually I think I just kind of found out and stopped playing along with the whole thing. I remember being in fifth grade and my friends were looking at this daily newspaper when they saw an article about when/how to tell your kids Santa's a myth, they all freaked out and almost started crying because they just now found out Santa wasn't real.
I just sat back and laughed at them.
What are your top 5 books of 2006?
They're not all new in 2006, but they're my favorite this year.
The Memory Keeper's Daughter
PostSecret by Frank Warren
The Fixer by Bernard Malamud
A Tree Grows in Brooklyn by Betty Smith
The Poisonwood Bible by Barbara Kingsolver
I was sitting on our couch in the office, my dad was sitting on his desk chair at the computer and my mom was in the living room playing with the dogs, when my mom goes "Uhck!" I look over to find her holding up the dogs' toy, which resembles an anteater with wheels attached to it.
My dad sees the anteater and goes, "Oh yeah he has a rip, his anus is wide open."
"Eww," I say. My mom brings over the toy and stands next to the couch I'm sitting on.
She says, "Yeah he's uh wet himself."
Dad goes, "It might be a cloaca instead of an anus."
"Ewww that's disgusting," I say again.
With his mischevious smile my dad asks, "Do you know what a cloaca is?"
"No, and I really don't want to know. It sounds gross."
"Well, you know how brids don't poop and pee they do it at one time?" I nod, "The cloaca is where that comes out." I shudder to think of it.
My mom jumps in and says, "It makes for a wonderful undereye circle creme."
My dad nods, "Yeah and it's that stuff underneath football players' eyes that reflects the sunlight."
"That sucks for them," I say even though I know they're joking.
My dad smiles and nods, "No you should feel sorry for the team managers, they're the ones that have to go get the shit."
And a few minutes ago I called to my mom to ask what the cloaca was called, I couldn't remember. A minute later she comes into the living room and looks at me, "Why, are you thinking of getting one?"
What's on your holiday wish list?
My holiday wish list is:
Canon Digital Rebel XTi
and craft books.
What is your pet peeve, the one thing which really drives you mad?
Submitted by Beki.
People not using their turn signals. Seriously. I hate it.
What are the things in life that you're truly passionate about?
Submitted by Jess.
My mother. My puppy, Rosie. Scrapbooking. Blogging. Children.
http://www.smithmag.net/sixwords/
Interesting idea.
Mine was, because I lack ability to write on prompt: Wanted world, got world plus lupus.
We had to put one of our dogs, Milo, to sleep. It was the humane thing to do. We spent about $3000 on his surgeries and the checkups together, but nothing would have fixed him. After his surgery he was okay, but then he seemed to have an infection, and he was better with his antibiotics, however soon enough he would start feeling bad again.
There were several days when we thought he would definetly make it, because he was showing signs of his Miloness, that amazing personality. But then the past week or so, Milo would squeal if you got too near, and wouldn't move his neck very much. My brother took him to the vet's on Friday, and they really didn't do anything for him. That night, I believe, Milo threw up. Saturday morning my sister and mom took him back to the vet's. This time they were assholes, took milo into the exam room but had my mom and sister stay outside, and had a vet-tech to go between them, back and forth asking questions, and just gave them some pills (which he couldn't keep down), and said, "If he's still vomiting by Monday bring him back."
All Saturday night Milo threw up, probably twice an hour. It was heartbreaking to see, he would kind of crawl on his bed and lean over the side, then he'd throw up, before he went back to his bed. Sunday morning, after a hellish night, my mom and sister took him to an animal emergency hospital, while I went back to sleep. They said he had renal failure and would give him an IV to hydrate him and try to stop the vomiting. He didn't stop, they called at 6:30 this morning, and asked my mom when she'd be picking him up because they close at 7AM. When she got there they told her he was not improving and having bloody diarrhea.
She came home to get my sister to help her take Milo. They had to make the decision to put him down, and so they drove to the vet we usually go to, and had to put him to sleep. My mom and I have cried all day, and my mom said my brother was sobbing in his car in the parking lot of the vet's office. She said all of his people were there, minus me and dad, and that he just thought he was going to get some more medicine before taking a nap. He wasn't upset.
I didn't cry at first, but a few hours ago it just hit me like a ton of bricks and I couldn't stop crying. It's hard not to think about, and especially hard not to cry about. It feels odd to have just two dogs, we're definetly a three dog family and some would think it's mean to want another dog, but my mom needs something to fill that Milo shaped void, so we're probably going to buy a Bug (boston terrier-pug mix, like Milo was) before Christmas, not to replace him, but to help the healing process. That's what we had to do when Jack died, for me, I needed something to help me cope, which was Rosie.
I don't understand it. The vet said to my mom, "God's plans are not always our plans." That's definetly the truth.
My vox hunt suggestion was accepted: show us a happy memory.
Yay-rah.
