blogging is my version of bloodletting. gets the poison out etc
The sooner you figure out the difference between passion and drama, the sooner you understand how quiet, gentle, and satisfying the company of passionate people can be.
Stop expecting people to be fully dressed in their own house. If you’re gonna knock, learn to wait at least 10 minutes so they can get dressed and answer the door.
No one is sitting at home fully dressed, shoes on, nuts away, hair done, etc.
Truth!
So true!
I chuckled when I saw the comment from someone saying there was no way they would wait 10 minutes at the door because it was either creepy to do that, or rude to make someone do that. And all I could think when I read that was the person in the house, who's door you just knocked on, was looking out a crack in the blinds and thinking to themselves "Sweet! works every time."
Okay, I have questions and concerns - like who is just dropping in 😳 why don’t I know / 100% not a fan.
Text people!! Like, hey I’m on my way - or stopping by!!!!
IF this visitor is unannounced - naw you have to wait - I’m in here comfortable most likely naked. I was not expecting company. 🤣
No one just drops in on me. Or, let’s just say it happens so rarely that my first reaction when I hear a knock is “Who is the motherfucker knocking on my door. And why is this motherfucker knocking on my door?”
When you feel it coming
“Women only drank moon tea for one reason; maidens had no need for it at all.”
Moon tea or tansy tea is a medicinal herbal tea used in the Seven Kingdoms, as well as beyond the Wall, to prevent or abort pregnancies.
Moon tea is made generally by maesters and woods witches out of tansy, mint, wormwood, a spoon of honey, and a drop of pennyroyal.
My doggo, Ezri, who rarely barks and mostly borks.
When I got her, she’d been abused and would cower and pee at almost everything, and had been mistreated when she’d barked, so she never would. One day months after I had her she got excited on a walk and borked at a bird, and then immediately cower-peed. I had to re-teach her to bark by gathering her whole human pack and having everyone bark and howl and feed her treats and pet her till she got excited enough to join in, and then got more treats. Took a while but I was able to teach her to bork on command (and she’s gotta be excited or she just stares at me like “Sorry, the bork system needs charging”) and she’ll do it happily when she’s excited to go for a walk or upon seeing a friend, and at birds. I love her croaky borking, especially when she started off terrified of making a joyful noise.
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What kind of dog is Ezri? I love her!!
I… did not expect this post to blow up this much but I am delighted at all the tags and replies and Ezri has been told the internet thinks she’s a Very Good Dog. :D
She’s a German spitz - in the same family as keeshonds and pomeranians. She might be crossed with something else as her freckled coat, non-pointy nose, and personality are not standard for her breed (they’re usually a lot more high energy and excitable - she’s super laid back and chill). She’s a bit less fluffy than breed-standard too, mostly because she’s grown out from her spring/summer trim (not usually necessary/good for her type of coat but she gets terribly itchy otherwise). It also makes her look like a puppy of a large breed:
Ezri’s best friend is Murder Cat, who is a gentle friend to humans and Ezri, but does things to mice that would make Hannibal Lecter go “Isn’t that a bit much?”
I got Murder Cat as a kitten, and she used to try to nurse on everything when she was small. Eventually, she settled on her favourite thing to nurse on, Ezri, who has never had puppies and a little confused at first but eventually went with it. She grew out of it, but they have stayed snuggly buddies ever since.
New Years here is full of fireworks outside and Ezri gets Vry Scared. I usually set her up somewhere with a snuggly spot right by me, and Murder Cat comes and does this all night:
She goes everywhere with me in my bakfiets (cargo bike) and lets me warm my hands in her fur on cold days.
And her ears disappear if I say her name to get her attention.
ok so great thanks for coming to my TED talk about my dog, good night, drive safe
Wat een snuitje!
