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Politically Incorrect
I grew up in a really politically active family.I was brought to nuclear protests as a child without any idea of what we were protesting. When my parents' friends climbed fences to trespass onto nuclear power plants and were arrested, I thought I would be, too, and this may be the origin of a comparatively politically inactive life. My sister and brother went onto to get degrees in politics, but I preferred a more escapist degree, opting to study literature at a hideously expensive tiny school.I admit that I have gone through long periods of not reading the paper. It made me less stressed and angry. I get frustrated by all the canvassers outside of the li
Guilty
I was such a huge fan of my cat Ray, possibly the greatest cat whoever lived. I never meant to get a new cat so soon after he died, but I found Pete in the parking lot of the last library I worked in, and he needed a home. He upgraded his life, moving to Irvington, then to our new house in SE, where he explored the great outdoors once again.I think he likes men better than women, because he doesn't seem to pay much attention other than when I am in bed. He prefers J., and sometimes I'm jealous. I think he knew I wasn't over Ray.Recently, he's been sick, and when I am not angry at him for peeing outisde of his litterbox, I am feeling guilty for my distanc
Old and Boring?
Do I really have so little going on in my life that I can't think of anything to write about anymore, or am I just lazy?I turned 40 a couple of weeks ago, only it didn't seem like I did. I have never identified as an adult, which is probably why I really love being a children's librarian. But also, it didn't seem like I did, because I spent my birthday at a wedding. It feels like I got of the hook from having a birthday this year, which is actually great, because I wasn't wild about turning 40 anyway.It blows my mind that I was 15 when my parents turned 40. I remember their fortieth birthdays so clearly, and my dad's in particular. I remember the card my
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