Here's a question

What do you want to be when you grow up? Or even when your grown up, when do you finally put you foot down and say, ' this is it, this is what i was meant to do'. Does it happen?
I'm thinking that it doesn't and we just kind float through life pretending we enjoy what we do rather then suffering through life of finding something. Or perhaps we settle because we made some bad choices before, maybe they went bad, just not right. Take a recovered crack addict ( i know they say they are always recovering, but seriously folks if you haven't done crack for 10 years i really doubt you'll do it again.) They waste maybe 3 years of their life doing drugs and then spend the next 60 apologising for it. Taking shit jobs bagging groceries or answering phones. When do you wake up and say this is all crap?
My working life has only been about 6 years long but I've had over 25 jobs. I can not stand to be under appreciated, be it by the people around above or below me, the wages or by the services I'm employed to provide. Can Not Stand It. So that leaves me to be in a bit of a loop of finding a job, working for 2-3 months getting upset with one aspect or another for my job, and finding another. Most people see me a bouncing from job to job, being unstable and unable to make up my mind, and there for I am unreliable and unpredictable.
I was asked when I would make up my mind today. I answered honestly. I wont. Not the way they wanted me to. If I'm going to spend 1/4 of my life doing something, then I want it to be something I like, not just 'something'. And yeah I can openly admit I have no idea what that something is, but I know 25 things that its not, and that's not a bad thing.

First time for everything...

Well I never thought I'd actually be one of those people to start a blog. it always seems a bit.. hermit-ish to me. No offence. I read them, a lot more recently since post secondary education was a bust. But here I am typing away for the whole world to see.. well that maybe a bit dramatic.

I started reading blogs from people with dogs and their life with them. I have wanted a dog for a while now but talking Kant into it was hard... and the first go-round with a pet dog was also not so good. But! thought hard work and much whining I prevailed and bought a tiny pug puppy for our family. <3

Her name is Eris, and as the title says she is a black female pug, the picture I have of her here is not the greatest, I only had my phone for pictures and there was a rather sticky toddler who was trying to get my attention. She's just 3 weeks old, her eyes are open but all she really does is wiggle and push her little sausage like body forward with her itty-bitty legs. My heart is melting just thinking of her. She is tiny enough to fit in the palm of my hand, granted that she needed all of my hand, but she still fit :P