Stories from an ordinary life

Not exactly holiday thoughts

I know it's been a while since I updated, but I've been busy, and of course slightly bitter. But I think I'm getting over my irritation at having to work the holiday now that it's finally here. I can't dread it anymore; I just have to live through it.

So as I watch Call Me Claus I realize I am far too obsessed with Alias. I wanted to watch a Christmas movie and settled on this one only because Victor Garber (a.k.a. Jack Bristow) is in it. Just as I've watched several Lena Olin movies just to see mommy-spy, now I'm doing it to see daddy-spy. (Legally Blonde is the exception; it totally creeps me out to see him as a sexually-harassing jerk.) I'm also really excited to see Catch and Release in April. I can't help myself, I just love Jennifer Garner.

Anywho, I was seriously contemplating a career change this evening. I feel like I'm not helping anyone or anything with what I do. I'm not making the world a better place. I was watching 20/20 and it had a segment on the Hurricane Katrina animals and I cried. I don't have any money or skills to help. Now if I had become a veterinarian, I could help. Then I could also help the two kittens I've been feeding at Moe's. I'd have somewhere to keep them safe, a way to care for them medically and a chance to find them homes. Right now all I can do is feed them and hope one of the six rescue organizations I contacted will get back to me. The last thing I want to do is call animal control and have those sweet little tabbies get euthanized. They would make great pets if someone would just give them a home.

For some reason I have taken it upon myself to find them homes, I guess because I realize no one else will take the initiative to do it. I'm asking everyone I know if they know anyone who wants a pair of kittens. So far no takers, obviously. It's even keeping me awake at night because I know in a few months they'll begin breeding more homeless kittens.

Ok, enough of the rant, those babies have just been weighing on my mind. My point was, I thought I should go back to school and become a veterinarian. Then I realized I would hate -- absolutely hate -- having to cut animals open. I didn't like cutting open a cold, dead fetal pig in high school, I wouldn't be able to stomach cutting open a warm, soft, living cat.

So I guess that job is out of the question. I just wish Santa would bring me a little hope for Christmas. I need to believe I'll find those kitties homes and I need to believe I'm going to make a difference in this world, somehow.

posted by This one time . . . @ 11:32 PM