I was reminded today that I have xanga.  I don't know if anyone even still uses this anymore, but I believe that this may be my best kept secret.   I can't be completely honest and open on facebook because my boss is on there - therefore I cannot complain about work.  I don't want to delete him, because that would be obvious. And don't worry, I am not going to make this my "go to vent about work" place.  But it will be nice to not have to be censored for a change.

Sometimes I wonder if anyone else feels the way I do about how life is.  This is definitely not how I thought it was going to be.  Here I am at 27 - without a husband, without children, without a career (yes, I have a job, but this certainly isn't something I want to do for the rest of my life... I don't even want to do it daily, really). All the things I thought 10 years ago that I would have by now I do not have.  I am not talking about things really.  I am talking about a life. 

Yes, I have friends and family that I love dearly and for whom I would do anything that is within my power to do and who love me and would do anything that is within their power to do.  Yes, I am thankful that I have a job in these tough economic times (but if one more person tells me "at least you have a job", I think I just might scream...).  Yes, I understand that if I had a different life than the one I do it could be much worse than this one. 

I stopped blogging because I felt that I didn't have anything interesting to say.  That with a husband and/or children it would be more entertaining.  Maybe it would be.  Maybe not. 

But here I am again.  The same person as I was before, but different at the same time.

When I was 11, way back in 1993, I moved to a new town and started going to a school where I didn't know anybody.  About a month after school started back that fall, we got the cutest little jack russell terrier.  And we named her Ginger Robin (b/c of her reddish brown coloring and b/c she came from Robbinsville, NC).  She has been a faithful pet... funny how dogs know when your down and always know how to "say" the right thing.  She has had 3 litters of puppies in her lifetime.  And she has never been mean to a new dog that we bring into the family.  Never.

Tomorrow we are going to put Ginger down.  (and I am tearing up as I am writing this...)  She's 14 and for the past week or so hasn't been doing so well.   And so, Mom made the appointment for 2:30 tomorrow afternoon with the vet.

Many of you got the pleasure of meeting Ginger over the years.  She will be missed.