Dear Body and Mind,
Stop being crappy. I'm sick of constant sinus issues, random headaches, etc. What's with the heavy blanket of general crappy feeling you've been pulling lately. I'm about to go do something I love and I still can't get exited or feel well enough.

Also, I don't appreciate the fact I have been going to sleep at 10 pm each night and STILL I'm late to school the next morning. WTF??
Get over it. I thought you were strong too. Why must you be so freaking sensitive??? My stomach always hurts, I always get intestinal issues. I can't eat half of what I like, I can't breath around my pets and the places I like the most, I can't knit with most yarn, I can't use scented soap-- Just STOP, ok? You honestly make me so upset sometimes. Like when I'm hungry but food looks gross. What is wrong with you??
get over it.




Dear Niņo,
CHILL OUT! I know the cat and the thought of being scolded for following your instincts and barking at it worry you. You seriously are starting to bother me, though. You follow me around EVERYWHERE giving me the look, whining, and groaning. You act like I never walk you. Last night it was 0 degrees F and we were out walking for 45 minutes. I almost fell about three times because you pulled me over the ice that is covering every sidewalk. Do you know I have fallen on my own on the ice just today? Why is it that as soon as there is snow covering the ground, you waz out and forget what heal means, if you ever really knew. Do you even get the fact that I'm holding onto the other end of the leash? It's like you think you're dragging a cannon ball and when you get let off leash you're suddenly free from it. Even stopping every time you pull hasn't worked.
PLEASE be a little grateful. Every day you whine at me. Every day I take you out in the single digits and sub zero weather. Every day you pull me around the sidewalk. Most days I slip and fall on the ice, because we can't walk in the street due to your tendency to walk straight in front of moving vehicles. Every day I clean up after you. Every day I feed you and give you fresh water. Every day I pet you for what seems like ages. Still you won't sleep in my room, still you expect me to come out barefooted to open the porch door for you when the other door is wide open already. I knit and buy you toys, I use what little money I have to take you to the dog park. STILL you give me that face, that little "mistreated" face. It drives me mad trying to satisfy you.
I wish you were easier to read.
I still love you and come fall when I move out I'm sure it will be very difficult for me and you both. Yes, I'm moving in with TWO of those kitty things. I'm not that excited but Mom says you belong here in this house and that I can't take you no matter what. I want a dog to try and fill the gap but I don't want to do that to a dog. Such an unstable situation. Yet those cats are going to really reap havoc on my already bad allergies. I can't ask him to get rid of his cats that lived there before me.
Just as Cat Steevens says in his song,
I love my dog as much as I love anyone. (but perhaps more! )
Eva