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I remember when my heart broke

I remember when I gave up loving you...

Keshiya Cole speaks to my soul. Ha, that rhymed.

Been out of school for a day due to snow and out a day due to sickness. Everybody told me that as a first year teacher I'd get every single sickness that passed through the doors. I didn't believe them, but they were right. I've been sick three times this year, and that is SO not like me. I get sick exactly twice a year--2 sinus infections, one during August and one in December. That's it.

Damnit.

I hate being sick. But I guess that's kind of like saying that I hate funerals. I don't really know anybody who likes funerals...or being sick.

I was supposed to teach a weekend class for one of the local colleges on writing a research paper, but that got rescheduled because of the weather. I'm kind of glad. This weekend is going to be crazy enough as I'm going to get Ruthie this weekend in Oklahoma. Her front end cart came yesterday, so they've got a couple of days at the rescue to work with her and then they'll be sending her off to me. I'm nervous--I hope I've made the right decision in taking her on. My other three are fairly low maintenance even though they're techincally "special needs." I just want to make sure I'm not getting myself into a situation where I end up neglecting the other three. The closer it gets to time, the more nervous (and excited) I get.

My mother teaches kindergarten and she talked to me yesterday about giving a presentation about animal rescue. She wants me to bring Ruthie and Tru (my little puppy mill Frenchie) and speak to the elementary school kids about the importance of taking care of your animals and about choosing to adopt rather than buy from a breeder. I think this is an excellent idea and I think the kids will really get a kick out of Ruthie's wheelchair. I just hope that we don't offend any parents in the process. I live in such a rural area and a lot of people breed dogs. Although I'm kind of a holy roller about the animal breeding business, I would never intentionally piss anybody in the community off, especially if it meant my mom might get in trouble for it. Most of the people around here aren't puppy millers, they're kind of like "back yard breeders"--people like the man I got Lola from. They are just uneducated. I remember when I tried to explain to the breeder about Lola's mange and the herditary issue the vet said she had...he really didn't get it. He just said to rub some absorbine jr. on her head and she'd be fine. I'm no vet, and I don't claim to know enough about dogs to breed them or vet them, but I know enough about Lola to know that one or both of her parents carried the demodex gene and shouldn't be bred. But either he didn't care or didn't understand. And I'm going with didn't understand.

Time to go and do my job.