No word about the house. Maybe today.
Everyone should go say Happy Birthday to one of my favourite SG people= ThrottleBitch
I got to assist in my first emergency c-section yesterday. It was heartbreaking but rad at the same time. And shockingly, by the time we got in, there were still 3 live pups. I had to resuscitate all 3 of them, but when they went home, they were all still alive, along with the 2 live ones she birthed naturally. Yay! It made me SO angry at stupid people who just let their dog have puppies without any preparation or clue of what to expect. And this was the nicest chihuahua in the world. Enough to make me want one of the pups if they turn out half as nice as her. And I hate chihuahua's!
I am still angry about the set yesterday but despite the emotional and physical upset it gave me, it served a deeper purpose for me. It reminded me how far I've come. And it also was a gentle reminder how far I've gotten from my sworn mission in life. You see, I spent so many years telling my story. Telling so that hopefully it would inspire courage in another to tell, or be a comfort for someone who can't tell but who needs to know they are not alone. And over the last year and a half, I've gotten lazy. I began thinking, "Oh I am not in school anymore, I don't have time, I have to work and pay the bills." All of which is true. But I can't be complacent. I can't sit back and hope that some where, some other girl or guy stepped into my shoes and is carrying on my mission. Because even if they are, it is still my mission. I need to get off my ass and go back to teaching. Go back to telling. Go back to making noise and stopping the silence.
Because for every girl or guy telling their story and breaking the silence, there are a thousand other voices (some like Nana's and some not) telling a different side of the story. Painting pretty flowers over it and insisting that people think it doesn't happen. It doesn't exist. Because if you listen to those thousand other voices, you might be convinced that the reality is not really:
*That 1 in 4 women will be raped or sexually assaulted by the time they reach university age.
*That 1 in 3 women in the US will be raped in her lifetime.
*Of course it is not true that 1.3 women per minute are raped in the United States alone.
*Or that 1 in 7 women raped are raped by their husbands.
*Or that 83% of women raped are under age 24 in the US.
*Or one of the biggest lies of all, that the US has the highest rates of rape over any other country that report rape statistics- that the US rate of rape is 4 times that Germany, 13 times that of England and 20 times higher than Japan.
Because really, who could believe any of those TRUTHS???
*Sadly, all these truths (statistics) are courtesy of the US Bureau of Justice
Everyone should go say Happy Birthday to one of my favourite SG people= ThrottleBitch
I got to assist in my first emergency c-section yesterday. It was heartbreaking but rad at the same time. And shockingly, by the time we got in, there were still 3 live pups. I had to resuscitate all 3 of them, but when they went home, they were all still alive, along with the 2 live ones she birthed naturally. Yay! It made me SO angry at stupid people who just let their dog have puppies without any preparation or clue of what to expect. And this was the nicest chihuahua in the world. Enough to make me want one of the pups if they turn out half as nice as her. And I hate chihuahua's!
I am still angry about the set yesterday but despite the emotional and physical upset it gave me, it served a deeper purpose for me. It reminded me how far I've come. And it also was a gentle reminder how far I've gotten from my sworn mission in life. You see, I spent so many years telling my story. Telling so that hopefully it would inspire courage in another to tell, or be a comfort for someone who can't tell but who needs to know they are not alone. And over the last year and a half, I've gotten lazy. I began thinking, "Oh I am not in school anymore, I don't have time, I have to work and pay the bills." All of which is true. But I can't be complacent. I can't sit back and hope that some where, some other girl or guy stepped into my shoes and is carrying on my mission. Because even if they are, it is still my mission. I need to get off my ass and go back to teaching. Go back to telling. Go back to making noise and stopping the silence.
Because for every girl or guy telling their story and breaking the silence, there are a thousand other voices (some like Nana's and some not) telling a different side of the story. Painting pretty flowers over it and insisting that people think it doesn't happen. It doesn't exist. Because if you listen to those thousand other voices, you might be convinced that the reality is not really:
*That 1 in 4 women will be raped or sexually assaulted by the time they reach university age.
*That 1 in 3 women in the US will be raped in her lifetime.
*Of course it is not true that 1.3 women per minute are raped in the United States alone.
*Or that 1 in 7 women raped are raped by their husbands.
*Or that 83% of women raped are under age 24 in the US.
*Or one of the biggest lies of all, that the US has the highest rates of rape over any other country that report rape statistics- that the US rate of rape is 4 times that Germany, 13 times that of England and 20 times higher than Japan.
Because really, who could believe any of those TRUTHS???
*Sadly, all these truths (statistics) are courtesy of the US Bureau of Justice
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my fingers have been crossed for you and the house. good luck.
the whole set just disgusted me.
that the statistic for japan is probably horrendously wrong too
When exactly is your wedding? I'm preparing to send you a nice wedding letter