Archive for July 12th, 2002

My Cow is Smaller

Some people are trying to market miniature cows as the next household pet.

Tiny cows could be the next big thing in household animal companions.
That’s all great and everything. I can see a cow being a really nice, lovable pet. It goes on to say

“They’re almost like a dog, but they don’t jump on you,” miniature-cattle rancher Dustin Pillard said…Pillard has been the most visible of the nation’s ranchers of miniature cattle, touting the little creatures as the newest exotic pet…”They’re really mellow like a dog. They like to be brushed and are very sociable they will come if you call them,” he said.
Aw, that’s nice. But there’s more!

They can also be taught tricks. One man trained one of his cows to lie down while another one leaps over it, Pillard said. “Cattle are smarter than people think,” he said.
That could be fun. There must be a lot of things that a cow can do that a silly dog can’t. Then of course there’s,

Miniature cows make nice, juicy 8 oz. steaks. “A lot of people prefer the smaller cuts,” Pillard said. “And they’re actually pretty lean animals.”
Wait, what? I thought this thing was my pet. And I’m going to eat it? Yep, that’s just like my dog. I buy him a leash, get him rabies shots and then serve him in a casserole.

Blah… Hahaha

So, I went to Taco Bell today with a mission to strike up a conversation with somebody. There were no appropriate targets when I got there, only construction workers and old people. I was getting desperate when a nice looking girl walked in. I got her as I was leaving. It wasn’t much of a conversation, but I counted it. The next assignment occurs tonight at dinner with the family. Someone will be having a little chat with me.

Don’t Let It Happen

I’ve recently become empowered. The other day I was sitting there feeling bad about certain things, when I realized I didn’t need to feel that way. I had relinquished my control of the situation. It hadn’t happened intentionally; it happened without me really being aware of it. It disguised itself as care and devotion, when those weren’t even really appropriate. It ousted my control and handed it over to other people. That’s not always bad, but it usually is. And in this case it was really bad, because the others weren’t willing or able to handle that control. But I’ve seen the problem. I’m discovering the solution. You know what they say: realization is the biggest step in solving the problem. And hallelujah! I’ve seen the problem. I’m happier now than I’ve been in a while. It feels good. My control will probably be taken again. Stealthily stolen away from me. It’s bound to happen. But next time, I’ll be that much more aware to keep an eye out for it.

I urge you now! Don’t hand over your control! Don’t let others determine the course of your decisions and emotions. It’s all in your hands.





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