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Our Family Has Grown By Four Paws

Published July 31, 2015 by ia84

When the boy and I first got together, I made it pretty clear that to love me is to love (or at least gracefully tolerate) any various pet (live or stuffed) that I may hold up in front of his face, while squealing something along the lines of, “Doesn’t he have just the most precious widdle face you’ve ever seen?”  We both agreed when we got married that eventually we’d have a dog or cat, but the timing wasn’t optimal at present.  I still needed to finish (and by that I mean start) unpacking, and we just needed to settle into being a married couple.  This is the first time either of us has lived with someone as more than just a roommate.  Adjusting has to happen.

The first few months, I did good.  Yes, I desperately wanted to go to the shelter and get a little unwanted kitty, but I knew the boy was right.  We needed to wait.  And then I got mono.

If you’ve read any of my recent posts, you’ll know the whole “yay, I got mono for the second time in my life”  story.   If you don’t know the story, basically I spent all of May trying to figure out why I felt so rotten.  Beginning of June, found out I had mono.  It was a pretty “magical” time in my life.

So, I was beginning to recover, when one of my friends let me know that the Humane Society was having a half-off sale on adult cats.  (I realize I should clarify, they weren’t selling half of a cat, it was half-off the price.  Wait, none of you needed me to explain that?  Oh well, here’s hoping at least one person out there found this terrible joke slightly funny…)  Thinking that it couldn’t hurt to at least look at the shelter’s website, as long as I stuck to my guns about not giving in to my desire for a kitty, I went browsing.  I’ll be honest, there were some pretty cute cats.  However, as I went from page to page, no image really leaped out and grabbed me.  Until I came across the image of a cat that looked exactly like my poor, dead Howie cat (except this cat had amber eyes instead of Howie’s green).

I stared at that picture, and I fell in love.  He was purrrrfect.  I wanted desperately to rush over to the Humane Society and adopt him immediately.  However, I knew the boy might have some issue if I did that.  Instead I waited until he got home, and then I kind of attacked him with all the information I had about the cat.  I’m relatively certain my ramblings went something like this, “He’s just so precious and adorable.  He really needs a home.  He’s four, and he’s been at the shelter for a month.  No one is going to want an older cat that’s already been there that long.  Just look at this picture!”  And that’s when I shoved my phone in his face, forcing him to look at the “perfect” cat.  I ended my sales pitch with, “We REALLY need a cat.”

I believe his response was something along the lines of, “I believe that you believe we really need a cat.”

“So, you’re saying we don’t need a cat?”

“I didn’t say that, I said that I believe that you believe we really need a cat.”

“So, if  I went and adopted him tomorrow, that’d be okay?”

“As you wish.”

I feel I should interject here, that when the boy says, “As you wish,” it’s super romantic and quite swoon-worthy because he’s actually saying, “I love you.”  And if you’re thinking that it sounds like I lifted that straight from Princess Bride, well, there’s a good reason for that.  I love when he says it, and I think he knows it.

Anyway, the next day my mom went with me, and I spent nearly two hours waiting to get to spend some time with the kitty.  Mom and I sat facing the row of windows, right in front of where he was sitting.  He came with the name Ziggy, but there was absolutely nothing about him that screamed Ziggy at me.  Maybe Garfield, but not Ziggy.  I spent the whole two hours being desperately afraid that somebody in line ahead of me would be there for Ziggy, and they’d get him before I could.  However, there were bunches of kittens, and they were definitely garnering more attention and visits than the big, fat, orange cat.

Finally, my number got called.

I found myself sitting in this little room with my mom and a humane society worker.  She asked some basic questions about my lifestyle and home, and then asked me why I wanted to adopt Ziggy.  I realized that I probably shouldn’t say, “He looks exactly like the reincarnation of my dead cat who I miss terribly.”  So, I gave some pat answer about how from what I’d read on Ziggy’s info, it looked like he would be a perfect fit for our home, and that I just wanted to give him at home.  I can’t remember exactly what I said, but I’m sure it sounded trite and formulaic.  I must have satisfied their questions, because they let him in the room to see how he’d do.

He did great.

I adopted him.

Then I texted the boy (who was at work) an adorable picture of Ziggy sticking his nose out through the holes in the carrier side, and captioned it, “Hi, dad!”  Unfortunately, the boy didn’t get the picture and only saw the text, and because he doesn’t equate pet ownership the same as being parents, he immediately thought that I meant a miracle had happened and I was pregnant.  Which led to him calling me with great excitement, and me realizing that maybe I should’ve worded my text message differently.  I had to burst his bubble, and tell him I was just referring to the kitty.  Later on, I had to give him a hard time about the fact that he actually thought that if I found out I was pregnant I would let him know via a text message.  Um…hello…that would be huge, life-altering, amazing news, and there is no way I’d tell him in a text message!  I could be 5000 miles away, and I’d find a way to get home so I could tell him face to face.

Ziggy came to live with us, and by that I mean, he spent the next few weeks primarily living under our bed.  He turned out to be afraid of  everything (side note: he’s only scared of mostly everything now, I see this as progress).  Since I was adamant he wasn’t a Ziggy, we started trying out new names.  For the first two weeks we called him Ajani (a cat character from Magic: The Gathering), but then I found out that Ajani is actually a girl’s name and put my foot down.  I said something about the fact that I didn’t care if he was fixed, I wasn’t giving him a girl’s name.  Which led to me calling him Monk, as in Adrian Monk, Tony Shalhoub’s character from Monk.  I figured that if the cat was scared of everything, it was a good fit.  And then the boy finished building the greatest cat house ever…

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He build a cat sized TARDIS.

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I’m 5’0″ tall, and I can barely see over the top of this thing.  And if building a TARDIS for my cat wasn’t enough, the boy came up with the most perfect name ever.

Doctor Mew.

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To The Impossible Girl…

Published December 14, 2014 by ia84

In exactly 3 months (89 days), I’ll become a Mrs.  I’m so excited I’m having trouble talking about anything other than marriage and the upcoming wedding.  When you think about it, 3 months is not a lot of time.   Just enough time to let a lot of excitement build up.

I realize that I haven’t yet shared how the boy proposed.  Which is a huge slip-up on my behalf, because it was pretty awesome (even if Sandra Bullock wasn’t involved).  So, here is the story of how he asked.

I took off a couple of days from work for my birthday.  I love my birthday, and after having worked on it several times, I came to the conclusion I’d rather celebrate it than go to work, if at all possible.  In the weeks leading up to my birthday,  the boy kept asking me what I wanted to do the day after my birthday, since we both had it off.  Being super decisive (and by that I mean not decisive at all) I kept putting him off and telling him we’d do something.   Finally, the weekend before I finally told him we were going to the zoo.  

On the day we got to the zoo early,  and I have him the option of where he wanted to start.  He suggested the aquarium, and we headed that direction.   Walking through we saw the puffins and penguins and the giant,  creepy crabs.  

Somehow, by the time we got to the tunnel (filled with sharks, rays, turtles,  and other large ocean creatures) we had managed to get between large groups of people and we were completely alone in the tunnel.  

The way the tunnel is constructed,  it is shaped like an “L.”  When we came around the bend, sitting on the floor of the empty tunnel was a TARDIS, light flashing and sounding like it had just landed.   I looked over at the boy and he had this grin on his face.  

When we reached the TARDIS, he got down on one knee, opened the TARDIS door and pulled out a small slip of paper.  This small slip of paper:

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After he finished, he pulled a ring box out of the TARDIS and put this on my finger :

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It was a beautiful, wonderful moment.  The kind of moment you only read about (or see in the movies).  And now I can hardly wait for March 14th!

(I’m curious…can anyone list all the geek refrences in the boy’s proposal without the aid of Google?)

Insert Colorful Metaphors Here

Published March 12, 2014 by ia84

Well…today happened.  I’d like to pretend it didn’t.  I’d like to rewind back to when I woke up at 7 a.m., and start the whole thing over.  However, I haven’t got a TARDIS or a DeLorean, so today is just going to forever remain the way it is.

The best I can say about today?  It was definitely a comedy of errors.  If something could go wrong, it did.  It was like Murphy’s Law was having a national holiday just for me.

The worst part?  I let my mood get really bad.  I’m not proud of that.  The combination of the noise, the pounding headache I’d had for hours, and everything going wrong just sent me to foul mood central.  Which led to me not being a terribly nice person to those around me.  Which, I felt bad about, but the more irritated I got, the less I even tried to be pleasant.  It was a really nasty, vicious cycle.

So, now I’m going to bed, and hopefully I’ll awake headache free, and my mood in a better place.

Never judge a Whovian by their shirt.

Published November 27, 2013 by ia84

Today I encountered someone I know very slightly.  I was pretty sure I had seen her at the theater last night, so I was asking her if I it had been indeed her I had seen.  She informed me that she was, and then asked me what I thought of the episode.  I told her how much I enjoyed it, and that overall the end was fantastic.  Now, I was referring to seeing the return of Four.  However, I don’t think she understood that.  She proceeded to tell me that she was an old Who fan from way back, unlike those us of us who are new.  When I tried to interject that I’m not new to Who, she blew me off, and took to talking to someone else.

Now, I know that I don’t look like a teenager anymore, but I also don’t look like I’m nearly 30.  Plus, I was wearing my adorable new Who shirt that features Ten leaning against the TARDIS which bears the words “Bad Wolf.”  These two things combined screamed “NEW TO WHO.”  So, nothing about me said that I am a long time fan, or  that I can’t remember a time when I didn’t know about Doctor Who

I know that there’s quite a bit of frustration among Whovians over those who star watching just because “Matt Smith is, like, so totally hot.”  However, it makes me sad that some people seem to assume this about their fellow Whovians, and they don’t take a minute to find out the truth.

10 Years?

Published August 25, 2013 by ia84

This weekend was my 10 year high school class reunion.  I didn’t go.  Not for lack of wanting to visit with my classmates; I just had too much else going on.  Plus, it’s a couple hour drive to my old high school.  Didn’t really want to spend the money on gas and food and such.  Still, I’ve been thinking quite a bit about the last ten years.  Mostly, the last several years have been a true nightmare that I hope never to have to repeat.  Plus, my life is absolutely nothing like what I expected it would be when I was 18 and super naive.  Back then, I really believed that by now I would be a teacher, a wife, a mother, and a published author.  Out of those things, I’m only close to being a published author.  So, I’m not going to make any guesses about where I’ll be 10 years from now.  I hope that I’ll still be at my job and still be happy there.  I hope that my parent’s health holds and I’ll still have them.

It was mentioned to me today that I haven’t been blogging that much lately.  That’s true.  It’s not that I lack for things to talk about, it’s just that most of the things I have to talk about run along the theme of “Why do people struggle so much to correctly screw the top onto a pee cup.”  I’ve found most people don’t handle that sort of conversation topic terribly well.

I am writing.  As of tonight I’ve reached 30 full pages of single spaced writing on the draft of my novel.  I’m quite pleased.  I’m really struggling as I write, because the subject matter is incredibly dark and messed up.  I’m finding that it really wears on me and tends to make my mood loads darker than it might be.   However, I must finish this, mostly because I need to prove to myself that I can finish something of value.

I’m still collecting geeky t-shirts (a TARDIS blankie and Companion Cube lunch tote have also been collected).  I’ve reached that point where I just don’t really give a flying flip about what anyone thinks about me and what I like.  Is that a sign of maturity?

I’ve also set up what is possibly one of the most boring websites ever.  Check it out at maliareads.com.  It’s something I’ve been brooding on all summer, and I finally decided to just go for it.  The worst that could happen is that it will be an epic failure.

That’s about all the news that is news as of right now.  I start training for a new position at work tomorrow, so that’ll probably provide plenty for me to write about.

“I Don’t Want To Go”

Published June 5, 2013 by ia84

These words turned me into a sobbing mess a few years ago.  David Tennant was leaving Who, and as far as I was concerned there was no way anyone could ever equal his fantasticness (yes, that is totally a word).  In case you have no clue what I’m talking about, here’s the clip:

So, yes, it was incredibly dramatic, and it took me quite a while before I would watch any of the new episodes with Matt Smith.  However, my love of the story won out, and eventually I caved and got sucked into the Amy/Rory/River story.  Honestly, I was never the biggest Amy fan, but I loved Rory and River, so it was okay.  Then Clara came along, and I absolutely adore her.  I’ve really enjoyed the stories in the last 3 seasons, but I’ve never turned into a huge Matt Smith fan.  I think he’s done a good job, and has certainly gotten better as time has passed.  However, I’ve been ready for the next regeneration since the end of season 5.

If you can’t guess, I’m in the minority on this one.

See, there’s a lot of people who are experiencing the emotions I felt when Tennant left.  I’ve read everything from “NOOOOOOOOO!!!!!” to “The show must be cancelled, because there’s no other reason Matt Smith would leave.”  Well, all I can say is, “Welcome to Doctor Who.”

Up until a few years ago most people weren’t aware of the quirky little show.  Sometime between season 1 and season 5 (Doctors 9-11), the majority of the world realized there was this fantastic, absurb, wonderful show made by the BBC.

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This is why everyone is so upset.  For them, Matt Smith was the first Doctor.  Sure, they know that there were loads of other Doctors.  They may even be able to name them (number and corresponding actor).  However, none of those other Doctors introduced them to the TARDIS, and Daleks, and Cybermen, and Weeping Angels, and Ice Warriors, and the Sonic Screwdriver, and well, you get the idea.  Matt introduced so many to Who, and that’s absolutely fantastic.

However, for those that are about to experience the regeneration of “their” Doctor, this is going to be an incredibly difficult rest of the year.  So, if you’re like me and this isn’t your first rodeo, sit back and enjoy the ride.  If, however, this is your first time to experience this, let me tell you…It will be awful.  It will actually be worse than you prepare yourself for.  However, in August 2014 (I believe that’s when the season 8 is due to premiere), grit your teeth, tune in, and watch the episodes.  Yes, the next Doctor will not be Eleven.  It will be someone new with a completely different take and approach to our favorite Time Lord.  It will be hard.  Then, it will get a little easier.  Eventually, you’ll either find yourself in the boat I’m in currently (enjoying the show, but anxiously awaiting the next regeneration), or you’ll come to love the new Doctor almost as much as you love Eleven.

Now, onto the super important question.  Who’s my pick for the 12th Doctor?  Well, I doubt that it would ever happen, but my pick would be Robert Carlyle.

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He’s currently doing a fantastic job as Mr. Gold/Rumplestiltskin on Once Upon A Time, and that seems like a gig that’s going to keep going for a while.  True, he’s not as young as Matt Smith or David Tennant, but he’s got a charm and a darkness that would be perfect for Who.

Weight Loss Monday~Week 5

Published October 1, 2012 by ia84

Week 5 128 lbs. to go!

Yes, I gained 2 Lbs.

But…

The shirt I’m wearing is an XL.

This is the first shirt I’ve gotten that’s not a 2XL in over a year.

XL is way better than 2XL

Also, let’s take a moment to admire my t-shirt.

Epic & Awesome!

Also, I now write in blue.

Blue is cool.

Let’s recap…
1. Blue is cool.
2. My shirt is fantastic!
3. I may have gained 2 lbs., but I’m in a smaller size!
Win!

Also…

Don’t Blink