I think I need a miniature Nigel. The type I could just put on my wallunit, tape his mouth (for sanity's sake) and get him out whenever needed. This weather is terrible for my hair. Or else I'll just do away with Nigel for good and go back to my au naturel hair... that's super curly, wild as a lion's mane. I just don't know, maybe I'll wait for cooler weather and not a standby Nigel. The lad yesterday really worked me up to a frenzy... not a hair one.
I feel I am at crossroads in life. It's as if the dynamics of life are changing. I am teaching kids who could be my own... because of their age ONLY. And they ask me if I have any to whic I proudly say NO, then they ask why, and I cannot come up with the reason that children interfere with your night sleep, with your siesta, with your nail extensions, with so many more things. So I tell them I have yet to find the daddy who can make this possible... then they look me in the eye and they know it's a big lie. But it says in the bible, Mary was 15, I wonder how old Joseph was, I am under the impression he must have been twenty something.... good old wise kind Joseph... a cradle snatcher? No no I cannot bring myself to think in this direction. I met an old schoolmate of mine... she is a grandmother. Now that made me feel so old, should I take to a rocking chair (I'd do that gladly) and knit booties (I cannot hold knitting needles to save my life)? And for what, for who? I will never be an auntie, so it's going to have to be some DIY I suppose. But not now, maybe later. Maybe I'll get neutered before that happens anyway... Bagheera's been neutered, he seems fine. Ding has been neutered, she looks ok. And there will be a time when we could all bin the OC and concentrate more on our OCD's. Maybe I have it the other way round. Because when you are fully aware of your hereditary pros and cons, it's selfish to do this and that. So much easier to play dumb.
I feel I am at crossroads in life. It's as if the dynamics of life are changing. I am teaching kids who could be my own... because of their age ONLY. And they ask me if I have any to whic I proudly say NO, then they ask why, and I cannot come up with the reason that children interfere with your night sleep, with your siesta, with your nail extensions, with so many more things. So I tell them I have yet to find the daddy who can make this possible... then they look me in the eye and they know it's a big lie. But it says in the bible, Mary was 15, I wonder how old Joseph was, I am under the impression he must have been twenty something.... good old wise kind Joseph... a cradle snatcher? No no I cannot bring myself to think in this direction. I met an old schoolmate of mine... she is a grandmother. Now that made me feel so old, should I take to a rocking chair (I'd do that gladly) and knit booties (I cannot hold knitting needles to save my life)? And for what, for who? I will never be an auntie, so it's going to have to be some DIY I suppose. But not now, maybe later. Maybe I'll get neutered before that happens anyway... Bagheera's been neutered, he seems fine. Ding has been neutered, she looks ok. And there will be a time when we could all bin the OC and concentrate more on our OCD's. Maybe I have it the other way round. Because when you are fully aware of your hereditary pros and cons, it's selfish to do this and that. So much easier to play dumb.
