Y’all, please, please pu-LEAZE stop googling terms like “woman fucks dog.” It’s gross and it gives me nightmares.

So I have a lot to post about! A lot! Obama is kicking ass! My mother said something negative about republicans! I’m finally making headway on the novel for my thesis! Tonks is still cute!

But, first, I have to explain why I’ve been so long in posting (I always feel a little schmucky about the whole “apologizing for not posting” posts, because it’s not like I actually expect y’all to be hanging on my every word, but it makes ME feel better, and since I get no money for blogging, you get to listen to it).

First, there was this:

And man, was it scary. I have very little qualms about what I blog about. I won’t give specifics about my job. I won’t badmouth my family. Essentially, I try not to blog about stuff I would mind if people find my blog when I’d rather they didn’t.

But this? I couldn’t blog about this. JS and I had a, uh, mishap with our method of birth control. It, shall we say, lost structural integrity. We were pretty sure that the timing was off as far as me ending up pregnant, but it was close. So we were nervous. And we talked a lot about what we would do if. And then I was a day late. Which, in most cases, is nothing, but when you’re worried about being pregnant, that day lasts forever. I’m pro-choice, but I believe that includes the choice to have a child. And I’ve always felt, and still feel after this event, that if I ended up accidentally pregnant, I would have the child. Which would mean keeping mum until it was safe to announce the pregnancy. Which would have meant another 3 months (or 2 1/2, I’m not really sure how that all works).

So the thing that was occupying my mind 24/7 was the one thing I couldn’t write about. I only told 1 other person (besides JS, of course). (It came out negative, in case that wasn’t clear yet). So I didn’t write for a while, because I couldn’t think of anything other than that.

Then, when the moment passed and all was clear, I had some huge money problems. Which are boring and I’m still kinda old fashioned and don’t like to talk about money; but again, it was a scenario of I can’t blog about the one thing on my mind. So I didn’t post.

Which brings us to now. And I’m posting. Lucky you!

I’m very excited, still, about having my own domain (FYI, if you’re interested, I strongly recommend GoDaddy. It’s exponentially cheaper than many other options I found). I would LOVE to have a more customized layout/design, but I’m not a computer/coding person, and I don’t want to pay $2000 for a designer….at least not yet. I’m still an amateur blogger. If, at some point, I get a few hundred readers a day (week? month? c’mon, ya’ll! READ ME!), I might consider that, but not now….there are some pretty cool free WordPress designs, but I don’t know how to use them. So for now, it’s Generic Blog for WonderSpot.

And now I’ve rambled on and on and haven’t gotten to my most exciting topics because I don’t want to be that blogger who writes, like, 5 pages at a time. I’m sure I’ll post again tonight. I can’t even contain my excitement over the changes I see in the country. It’s getting closer to the time when JS and I will move in together, and I’m still not sure how to tell my parents. And I’m about to start writing an actual novel (which, incidentally, I’ve done before, but not one I’ve had anyone read, let alone grade!).

So much to come. Don’t give up on me!

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I have a domain name!!! Yes, that’s right! Just go to www.wonderspot.netand you’ll get ME! MY BLOG. RIGHT THERE. It’s so cool!

My plan, just in case you were wondering, is to learn some basics of blog design and stuff (at least Adobe so I can customize my header, if nothing else) and start to create a unique image, instead of the generic WordPress one I have (PS, I love WordPress).

In the mean time, I have no spare time (at last until I finish my MFA (in MAY!!!!)), so you’re suck seeing this old design until then. If any of y’all are good at web designing, I can pay  you, like, 10 bucks and lots of puppy kisses, if you wish to design my blog for me. I know, I know, it’s too good to be true….I might throw in some delicious home made cookies! Yum yum!

But it’s cool, right? Having my own domain? ME? On the InterWeb?!?!?! SWEET!!!

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Yeah, remember how I was all cavalier about Tonks’ spay before? How I was laughing, ever so slightly, about how funny she’d be all drugged up and stuff?

Instead? She’s just breaking my heart! Seriously, I’m such a softy! I’m supposed to keep her still (outside to potty only, and other than that strict REST) for 5 days. FIVE. FUCKING. DAYS. My poor puppy isn’t used to staying still for more than 5 minutes (if I’m lucky). The vet gave us sedatives, which I’m using exactly as prescribed. But it’s so sad, y’all! She wants to be awake! She wants to play! I’m so very glad she’s crate trained, but at the same time, I feel like terribly for locking her up all day long. I know it’s good for her. I knowshe’ll heal faster, and that she’ll forget this brief period of her puppy childhood, but still, it’s hard for ME. Why didn’t the vet give ME sedatives!?!?! She lies in her little crate, staring at me with those adorably little brown puppy eyes, and I want to cry (I very near did last night, actually; I rushed to bathroom to get my shit together because, C’MON, WonderSpot! It’s a perfectly standard dog procedure!).

(Please, please don’t email me saying how horrible it is to spay a dog, or how horrible it is to sedate a dog. I will track down your IP address and kick your ass. Kisses!)

Just look at this little face and tell me you wouldn’t be heartbroken, too:

I can’t wait until she’s healthy and she can stop making me feel like a shitty dog-mama.

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….For Tonks, not me.

My little pup is growing up. Tomorrow she gets her uterus removed. Poor thing. I feel so badly already. I let her gnaw on my hand for half an hour tonight (when she nipped at my boob, however, I did yell a little).

I’m hoping to post some VIDEO from my new (it’s still new, shut up!) video camera soon. I’m getting a shiny new MacBook Pro for work (it’s a rough job, I know) and it’ll come with some super sweet software including photoshop (and the rest of the CS3 suite) and video editing. Prepare to be unindated with videos of Tonks, both nutty and druggy. Yes, that’s right, I’m planning on filming her stoned recovery. Because I’m a horrible person and don’t deserve to own a dog.

Since I will be spending most of the weekend home with my poor adorable dog, I do plan on catching up on some more substantial posts (ie: JS and I are planning on moving in together. AND WE’RE NOT MARRIED. SUCK THAT RELIGIOUS ZEALOTS (please dont’ tell my parents)).

Hey! I want popcorn. Later.

 (Damn. I burnt it. Meh, I’m sure it’s still OK.)

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