First let me explain the nickname Jenny Jugs.
Jenny Jugs is not due to my over-sized breasts, because believe me they are anything but over-sized. They are actually quite small. They use to be bigger when I was chubbier but then I lost a lot of weight and somewhere along the way I lost my breasts too, which now makes my husband a little sad.
I’ve already said to much, I know.
Anyway, Jenny Jugs is a nickname that was given to me about 7 years ago when I first began learning how to draw blood from a dog’s jugular vein. I was a so called “natural” and so the girls at work gave me the nickname Jenny Jugs and I have been called that ever since. Sometimes they call me Jugs for short.
So now about the eating part, of which I am referring to the book/movie “What’s Eating Gilbert Grape.” Now before we go any further let me say that I am not at all thinking about leaving my family, as dysfunctional as we may be. I mean every family is dysfunctional in some shape or form and mine is no exception and I love that we are dysfunctional. It makes us real.
Oh, and I don’t live my 600 pound mother. I mean my mother is not 600 pounds and I don’t live with her.
So now that we have that straight, what is eating Jenny Jugs?
That is a very question.
For the past few months I just haven’t been myself. I seem to have lost my sassiness and my motivation. I have been told by certain people in my life that I am a “nightmare to be around lately. Of course the last few weeks didn’t help any of this and I kind of sunk deeper into a hole. The fact that I’m normally a person who fairs well under pressure, except for the last few months, didn’t really seem to help my situation.
I haven’t been to work in over 2 weeks. My presence has been scarce around these parts because I’m struggling with where I want this blog to go in 2013, and my everyday normal life is not so everyday normal anymore due to circumstances beyond my control, or so I think.
The other day I had enough of the feeling that I was being eaten alive by my own thoughts and I hooked Leroy up and we took a nice long walk in a winter wonderland. Him and I walked for over in an hour in an area that we normally don’t frequent. We took a seat on a big blanket of snow for a few minutes and watched as the land in front of us turned into a sparkly white blanket.
That was all I needed to get a grip on things.
1 hour with my dog in a blanket of snow.
And now, not only do I have a grip on things again but I also have the answer to the question that so many people ask me. “Why do you love your dogs so much?”
Because somehow they can get me to the place I need to be when no one else can.