Families. Some families are what get you through thick and thin.. Some are what actually put you there. Unfortunately we don’t get to chose who we are related to.
Thankfully, we also do not have to stick to who we are originally assigned to. We can create our own family, made out of friends and foes. In a sense your best friend becomes a brother or a sister that you end up sharing your deepest secrets with.. An overprotective friend could be seen as a father or mother figure.. I love my immediate family to bits. They inspire me every day to become a better version of me. Ultimately, I want a very crowded family. Loads of kids and grandchildren running all over the place. Who knows, maybe I’ll turn mormon and spawn a child every 11 months. I don’t think that anything can replace a close knit loving family. No matter what happens, it’s good to know that they are there to catch you when you fall, to forgive you when you err and to be there for you through your failures. The best bit is to share your success with them. I get a thrill when I get to call them up with any sort of good news.
So, I guess what I am saying is that I am grateful. I’m grateful for my two parents and lovely sisters..and I can’t wait to start my own family.

Edit: I’m also grateful for my extended family; Andrew Brown & Nic Webb. There. Much <3

I know that I’m due for a status update.. My silence is a side effect of micro blogging on Twitter. Constantly updating on there means I have less to say over here.
I’m still in Çeşme and still loving it. The pups are growing into little monsters who need to have everything edible/plastic taken out of their way otherwise they will eat their way through it in a millisecond. I know I was thinking of giving most of them away but after only giving one of them to a young man from Izmir, I don’t feel like I have the heart of giving any more to a stranger.

I’ve been going through the awkwardness of bonding, creating a friendship, disbanding a friendship and moving on. I know I talk a lot about moving on and I generally try to practice what I preach but I end up finding out that I am only human, and making errors is part of what makes us..or breaks us.

Even the coldest of hearts will want to let someone in. You will want to trust and feel like someone is witnessing your life, giving it sense and purpose. I’m not necessarily talking about a partner. Friends will do just as well. I used to think that one needed many friends to be able to survive in this soulless world but I have learnt the hard way that you should never have too many, there is no way you can or should trust too many individuals. 1 or 2 seems more than enough. I’m happy to see that I have made one right choice and one bad. The bad choice was recently put on a paper boat and sent on his merry way, floating down a river. I hope they will find peace and happiness before a huge waterfall engulfs and sinks him. The other is still by my side, a constant rock of support and adorability.

When you get disappointed in love, friendships or just general relationships it makes it hard to open up again but I found that throughout the years, I’ve been much better at letting things go. They slide off my back so easily that I end up worrying if its a good thing or a bad thing that I manage to get up, dust myself and move on so quickly. It’s like the more time goes by the less I feel about certain things. Maybe it’s a part of growing up. Perhaps I’ll have some wise things to say on this subject when I’m 70.

Twitter is a funny little place. The people I meet on it manage to become an interactive family who flows through your days and nights. I met the quirkiest people and love interacting with most of them. I also happened to come across the male version of me! Have you ever met someone who seems to be your polar opposite but also an identical twin? I seem to have. It’s a creepy and freaky and wonderful experience. Who says that social networking isn’t fun?

All in all, I might be turning into an introverted person, but I feel more extroverted every day. Go figure.

And in the words of Peter Gabriel: “ Life carries on and on and on and on..life carries on and on and on.”

I finally placed the AD for the puppies and two of them have already been requested. One will go to a young man who resides in Izmir and who sounds very nice and the second will go to one of my close friends, which is a relief. Half an hour after I placed the AD on a commonly used Turkish, my phone rang and it was a man calling from the other side of the country asking me if I could ship the dog to him. I had to count back from 10 in order not to hang up on him and take the AD down. I told him in the calmest voice that I could come up with that I rather the puppies be placed in the Izmir area and that I thank him for his interest. I think my motherly instinct kicked in and I didn’t want one of my girls to be sent to strangers that reside in an area that I couldn’t drive to if I wanted to see her.
They have grown considerably in the last couple of weeks and now look like 11 year old teenage girls. The problem with teenagers is that they argue a lot and want all the attention in the world. As soon as they see me I have 7 pups jumping up and down on me and demanding that I caress them. If I dare touch one and not the other then they are at each others throats. I have never seen such a jealous bunch. Just this evening I had to literally separate two of the girls by pulling them up in the air by the skin of their necks because they were going to kill each other. Dogs have a habit of attacking the neck and trying to snap it by shaking it around whilst its lodged between their teeth. I had to vanquish my fear of having my hand bit off and dove into the fight hoping I would come out of it intact.

Luna, which is the alpha female of the pack, has been attacking some of her sisters for the past couple of days so I am worried. I know that they try to establish dominance within their packs but to what cost? I don’t want any of them to be harmed during the process. Hopefully she will relax when some of them leave for their new home.

I think the best part of the weekend is Friday evening, where you can still rely on the next two days to rest up properly and where next week still seems so far away.
Tomorrow I’m going to head to Izmir and go embrace my inner IKEA monster. I’ve got a couple of thinks that I would like to gather..like a proper working flask and a computer cushion thangy for my bed. Hey! I create all my best work from the comfort of my bed..so I need to make sure that I can still produce babies and not fry all my chances up by keeping my laptop on my lap all the time.
I’m probably also going to get a lot of candles. I have a soft spot for candles. Using them at night soothes me and takes away all the days stress.
It’ll also be nice to finally head down to town after having been in a village for six weeks in a row..I wish I had enough time to go watch Alice in Wonderland but unfortunately the last bus back from the city is at 5PM which doesn’t really leave me much time to do all that I want to do.
So..tonight being Friday night; candles are lit, “The Mentalist” is about to be put on and let the pampering begin!