Tonight I dragged Ryan out with some of my friends for karaoke and Korean food while my mom babysat. I didn’t want to go but didn’t want to be a bad friend.
I wanted to stay in and cry.
And you know what: I laughed. Laughed and meant it. Not the entire night. I teared up during a friend’s (bad) rendition of “my heart will go on.” But I laughed at parts of the night. And meant it.
Happy (early) Halloween! Just remember… there are two sides to every story #ElphabaTheGood Also, last year there were about 2 other adults dressed up… this year so many families were themed out #Trendsetters (at Waialae Country Club)
This kid man. I asked her for a hug today before I walked her into daycare. She is notorious for saying “no!” to hugs and cuddles. Today she jumped into my arms and gave me a big hug before saying “Mommy’s sad! I’ll make happy!” #Spam #Emma #Love #tbt (on Friday)
I never wanted three cats. I never even wanted two, let alone one cat. That was all Ryan’s doing. I had two dogs and two cats growing up and I was a horrible pet owner. They weren’t allowed in my room. I barely bothered to visit with them when I would come home from college. (Before you call the Animal Cruelty shelter, simmer down – they were very well taken care of by my mom and to a certain extent, by my sister.) Ryan didn’t have a single pet growing up so I viewed his constant begging for a pair of cats as him not knowing what he was getting us into. But he cited my long work hours that left him home alone for long periods of time and I talked him down from two cats to one cat and before I knew it I was traipsing along with him to the Stamford Animal Shelter to look for a cat.
The joke that we have is that for all the groaning and moaning I did before I allowed us to get first one, then the second and third, I actually was the sole selector of our three furbabies, starting with Spam.
It was love at first sight… or at least cuddle. They asked if I wanted to hold the only remaining cat of a litter that was born at the shelter, and the runt of the litter at that. I said sure, not wanting to seem aloof to the people trusting a life to me, and with that they opened the cage and he jumped into my arms. And with that I was smitten. I had never fallen in love so fast. I said, “we’ll take him!” before Ryan even got a good glimpse of him. I had found my son. That was back on Saturday, October 18, 2008. We paid for the micro-chipping and neuter fee and left with a receipt to pick him up (sans balls) the following Monday.
And he was perfect. Low maintenance like a cat is, but with all the loving, cuddling, loyalties of a dog. We joked that if a burglar were to enter our house, the most Spam would do was snuggle him to death.
Thank you for being the most wonderful furbaby ever. From purring so loudly every time you went to the vet so the doctors had a hard time listening to your heart to being Emma’s first friend and companion, you filled our lives with so much joy. You may have been the tiniest member of the family but your heart was one of the biggest.
The downside of living in Hawaii is that as I was racking my brain to come up with the perfect alcohol selection for election night (as my ritual is to take shots of the most horrific tasting alcohol each time the candidate I didn’t vote for has a state called for him), I realized I will probably still be at work… stupid 6 hour time difference… no more bacon vodka shots for me this year.
Maybe I’ll bring in a bag of lettuce and eat a leaf each time a state gets called… I mean…. I don’t think there will be too many states called for the orange orangutang but one shouldn’t get too cocky.
if you’re embarrassed by the person you were 5 years ago, good. bc it means you’ve grown. you’ve educated yourself and expanded your horizons. given half the chance, I’d deck 2011 me right in the face .
Oh the things 2011 thought regarding what made a good parent…. bwahahaha