8 year old me would be very pleased had she seen herself today. She'd look in the mirror everyday and convince herself she's the prettiest girl in her class, even though her classmates made sure she knew otherwise. Her favorite subject was science, and one day we had a brief lesson on the anatomy of a flower. She went home after school and picked a flower from her mother's garden and gently tore it apart, taping the pieces on a bright green sheet of construction paper. Pollen...stem...petals...filaments...anther.... She wanted to be a scientist and storybook writer on the side. She read books and wrote short stories about animals. A squirrel and cat who were best friends. Her labrador, Rino, who had to go away after a family incident. When she turned 10, her father gave her her own puppy...a springer spaniel mix whom she named Angelo. She wrote stories about Angelo: how Angelo was effected by 9/11, Angelo and our family friend's dog and the adventures they went on, dreams she had with Angelo in it, most of which he got lost, ran over, eaten, stolen, or abused by a stranger.
I stopped writing short stories a long time ago, caught up with the dramas of middle and high school, things that were going on with my family and a (still) ongoing addiction to the internet. I'm making myself proud today by helping animals. I am becoming a scientist! (sort of?) Veterinary Technology is science. I consider myself a scientist, anyone who studies a form of science, right? The whole aspect is exciting to me.
What I needed was those 5 trips to the different parks we took this past week, a good book, fresh air and some time with my puppies. Bridgette has been feeling left out. She's barely starting to get comfortable around Zelda, but I'm sure she'll be fine soon. She's cuddling up to me right on this couch as I type.
I'm going to start practicing my piano and guitar, and hopefully get some painting and sewing done once I get a job and some money to pay for supplies, haha.
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| Meet Zelda! |
xoxo
Angie
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