Thursday, April 21, 2005
| Rio, Domestic Abuse & Children from the Dominican Republic Last Saturday afternoon, I opened up my front door to find an adorable little puppy barking his head off. My stomach basically shot through my throat and onto the floor. Of course I always wanted for Paul and me to get a puppy, but having one just randomly show up was more than I could handle. I immediately jumped on the phone with Paul and found out that the Pomeranian/Chihuahua mix named “Rio” was ours for a month or so. Turns out we’re dog sitting! Within an hour, Rio and I became fast friends. Each day since then he has been attached at my hip; so much so that I can’t take a dump without him sitting at my feet. He is the most well behaved dog I’ve ever met. He is completely house-trained and doesn’t bark or whine or anything. All he wants is to be loved and all I want is to love him. For some reason Rio won’t enter our kitchen because of the tiles on the floor. He’s fine in every other room, but something about the tiles freaks him out. Anywhiz, the other night, Paul picked him up gently and placed him on the kitchen floor. He was fine for a second, but when he realized where he was, he bolted from the kitchen and ran straight to me. He stood up on his hind legs and wrapped his front paws around my leg and shivered in fear. It was the cutest, most human thing I’ve ever seen a dog do. When I tried to take a step towards the kitchen, he CLUTCHED my leg and cried his eyes out. It was the last time Rio was ever forced to do anything he didn’t want to do. As you can tell, I’m fucking loving this dog. In other news, I had lunch with my friend Ari the other day. As always, lunch with her is one of the biggest highlights of my week. We have great conversation and most times I’m away from work for at least 2 hours, only to return drunk off my ass. It’s quite an enjoyable experience that I get to look forward to every week. Anyway, we were gossiping and catching up on our personal business when she told me a story that infuriated me so deeply that I just had to post about it. Turns out that Ari went out with her ex the other day for a casual beer. As most of us do, Ari is trying to maintain a friendship with her past boyfriend. So they’re hanging out and the night ends up going a lot longer than was expected. Long story short, when Ari made an attempt to leave the bar, this ex proceeded to throw a temper tantrum, embarrassing him and her in the process. He then went so far as to shove (although mildly) a table in her direction. Then when Ari had enough of his antics, she left the bar and walked to the bus. He proceeded to follow her, grab her arm, and tell her to stay. Ari, being the strong and independent girl that she is, pulled her arm away and got on the bus. While Ari was irritated with her ex for the way he handled himself, I was absolutely infuriated. Under NO circumstances should a guy ever intimidate (or in this case, attempt to intimidate) or physically cross the line with any girl at any time. I know that Ari can handle herself and I don’t think she felt scared of him or what he could do. However, as one of her closest friends, I am extremely protective of her and the idea that she even had to put up with this bullshit makes me want to bus it down to his apartment and knock his fucking teeth in. It’s been two days since Ari told me the story and I’m even angrier now than I was before. Why do men think that it’s a good idea to place any sort of aggressive hold on a woman? There is obviously a time and place for everything as both Ari and I agree that being thrown on the bed and fucked is not only hot, it’s necessary. But if you tell a guy to back off or that you are frustrated with the way he’s handling (his alcohol) himself, then you should be able to trust in the fact that said dickhead will fuck off. Not grab you numerous times telling you to stay and work it out. If it was to be “worked out” this situation wouldn’t have happened to begin with. Ari is allowed to see and do whatever she likes. But if I hear another story about this jerk-off treating her in any way but wonderful, I swear to God, he will get a reckoning like he’s never had. DOUCHE. BAG. Other than that, nothing much going on here. I went on a field trip yesterday with my friend Angie’s 2nd grade class. It was one of the coolest and most exhausting experiences I’ve had in a while. The kids adore her and she runs her classroom with a lot of love and professionalism. To impress me even more, she teaches in Spanish. She even has a few kids in her class that speak no English at all. I felt like I was on another planet the whole day. I think my favorite part of the outing was when we were walking back from the playground at the end of the day. The kids started singing 50 Cents Candy Shop. Um, they’re 8 years old. And don’t speak English. But they sure know the words to this Gangsta anthem. I’m so proud of my friend Angie and the work that she does. While I feel like the work I do does little to change the world, she’s actually doing that one child at a time. Awesome. Totally awesome. Did someone say that tomorrow was Friday? FUCKING FINALLY! |
