Friday 5 – Who Are You?

Technically it’s Saturday morning, but that’s okay. 😉

1. Are you more of a Ross, Chandler, Joey, Monica, Phoebe, or Rachel?

This question is great, because not only do I have an answer, but you get to read a little fact about me now. Up until about a year ago, I had never seen an episode of Friends (I know!). Growing up, it just never resonated with me, and so I would flip past it while looking for other shows to watch. Then a year ago, I randomly watched an episode, and there was no going back. Now I own the series on DVD and I watch the four-hour blocks that air in the afternoon on my days off (although I feel like they replay a lot of the same episodes…).

Now, to answer the question… I’m a mix of Monica (her neurosis when it comes to cleaning and having things “just so”), Phoebe (her quirkiness and just general randomness) and Chandler (his sense of humor and sarcasm).

2. Which Muppet would you most like to date?

What a bizarre question, haha. I will say Mike once did a hilarious impression of Beaker (and because I find Beaker’s facial expressions ridiculously funny in general), I’ll go with him.

3. Which Wizard of Oz character do you most identify with?

Are we talking just the main movie characters, or any character from the Oz universe? Either way, I don’t have an immediate answer. This one requires some reading, watching and soul-searching.

4. You’re in one of those heist movies with a whole mess o’ expert specialists. Which are you?

I asked Mike what he thought my specialty would be, and without hesitation, he said, “probably the planning and layout guy.” (Why I’m a guy, I have no idea.) He seems to think I’d be good at drawing up plans and escape routes, etc. I do have an eye for detail, so maybe he’s onto something.

5. Which member of the Brady Bunch would you most likely be good friends with?

Jan. She was always my favorite as a child, plus out of all the Brady kids, I think Jan could use a good friend herself.

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Twenty Years Strong!

Long before the days of cell phones and texting, Instagram and Snapchat, we had bulky desktop computers, chatrooms, ICQ messenger and home phones complete with long-distance calling cards. These were the means in which Mike and I communicated for over a year. Welcome to long-distance relationships in the ’90s.

Fast-forward twenty years. Dating apps are so normal now that nobody bats an eye. But for us, meeting somebody online was considered “weird.” It was deemed dangerous and unsafe. I guess we were rebels.

Do you know what brought us together in the first place? Wrestling. Yes, our friendship (and later relationship) was founded on attitude-era WWF (long before it became WWE). It has been such an incredible journey filled with a roller coaster of experiences, and we’ve grown so much both as a couple and individuals because of those experiences. There is nobody else I would rather be my random, nerdy self with, or have as my rock. Life has been amazing because I get to share it with him.

Happy Anniversary, Mike!

Here’s to the next twenty years!

I love you!

Friday 5 – New York Times Bestsellers

1. What is your experience with crayfish (or crawfish or crawdads, depending on where you’re from)?

As somebody who has a fear of bugs and creepy critters, my experience is non-existent. Not that these creatures themselves are creepy; it’s more that they creep me out. I can’t be around things like that. So I’ve never held one, and the time I’ve spent near them is minimal, if any at all. Not for me.

2. When have you been stung by a stinging critter?

Not recently, that I can recall. I’d like to keep it that way,

3. What was the last previously-owned item you purchased for yourself?

A book series that I loved as a teen, that went out-of-print, then was re-relaunched under a different name that also eventually went out-of-print. I tracked down a seller on Ebay and bought a bunch from her (or him). I’m still missing a few books though, so these may also be the next previously-owned items I purchase as well, should I be able to find them.

4. Where are you on the whole Game of Thrones thing?

Never saw an episode, nor do I care to. I’m not really into that genre, so it’s never piqued my interest.

5. How did you celebrate your 18th birthday?

Honestly? No clue. That was 20 years ago and I don’t remember, lol.

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Friday 5 – Genre

1. What gets an unfairly bad rap?

Because I’ve heard it in conversation and have seen it discussed on social media the last few days, I’m gonna say Robert Pattinson as Batman. People are so quick to say he’s going to suck, or that he’s not the right actor for the role, because they’re judging him from his Twilight days. No matter how you feel about him, he deserve a chance.

2. What’s something you’ve done to jazz up your routine?

Adopted a kitten a few months back. It was a completely unexpected, spur-of-the-moment decision, but a great one.

3. When did you last have your mettle tested?

Today, actually. I won’t get into it, but I was pushed to my breaking point, and it left me frustrated and crying angry tears. (Side-note: I’m okay.)

4. What’s something you were once — but are no longer — hardcore into?

When I was in third grade, I was introduced to The Baby-Sitters Club series. I was obsessed for years thereafter. Every time I was at the mall with my parents, I would ask them to buy me the newest book (or two, if they were feeling particularly generous). It was the highlight of many childhood days. I still own the books to this day and plan to re-read them one day.

5. What are some porch swings, tire swings, or rope swings you’ve known?

We had a porch swing at a rented house on a dairy farm when I was in elementary school. I remember sitting out there on occasion with a sandwich, and the cats that lived on the property would always try (and sometimes succeed) to steal it from my hands. I always did this, never learning my lesson. (Or maybe I secretly wanted to feed the cats.) I have very vivid memories of this. Then when my mom bought a house, we had a swing in the backyard. I don’t know that I ever used it more than once or twice, but regardless, I loved that swing.

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Remembering Littles

Dear Littles,

…Little Black Kitty, LBK, Littlekins, Cuta-Littles… as with Scruffy, we also had a lot of silly nicknames for you.

You left our lives yesterday, and it was one of the hardest things I’ve ever had to deal with. Making that decision was simply impossible, but we wanted to do the best possible thing for you, rather than be selfish. I take comfort in knowing that we stayed with you, holding and petting you, throughout the process. You never left our sides in 17 years; we weren’t about to leave yours.

I remember when you first came into our lives. You fell out of a second story window when you were weeks old. We heard a faint mewing and Mikey ran out to rescue you. How you walked away from that unscathed, we will never know. But you have been inseparable from us ever since. You would curl up at the bottom of our bed, something you had never done prior, and we knew then that we had a furry best friend for life.

You have been through 3 apartments with us, and when we bought the house, it was this amazing experience for you. You tore through the rooms like a mad kitty, unsure of anything that was going on. It was a pretty funny sight. And when you were introduced to stairs for the first time – oh, my goodness. I wish I had gotten some of that on video. But in no time at all, you were a stairs pro, racing me up and down. In fact, one of your favorite spots to chill was the landing at the top of the stairs; you would lay there for hours. That will always be your special place.

I will miss the way you used to look at me when I wouldn’t give you any people food; but then when I was done eating, more often than not, I let you lick the plate clean anyway. I will miss the adorable way you burrowed under blankets when you were cold. I will miss the hilarious way you ran when chasing the laser light. I will miss the way you never tired of cheese, whether it was sliced cheese we sometimes gave you as a treat, or the cheese puffs Mike would feed you. Speaking of eating, I will miss the way you constantly had food stuck to your chin after you got done with your own food. I will miss your cute little tongue that always seemed to make its way out of your mouth when you were sleeping. I will miss the way you used to paw at your ears when you wanted attention. Perhaps most of all, I will miss our little headbutts. Those were our special bond. I will miss our games of hide and seek, you know, when we would come home and you were nowhere to be found, even after we called for you. I think you liked this game because you did it quite a lot. Sometimes I would get scared when I couldn’t find you, and then you would pop out of your hiding spot and mew, as if to say, “Calm down, mom. I’m right here.” I will even miss the little poop nuggets you left randomly around the house, as if those were gifts to us.

You used to love the enclosed porch. You would run out almost every time I opened the front door. You liked to sharpen your claws on the welcome mat, even though you had an actual scratching post. You used to lay on that mat, too, and I never understood how the texture of it could be comfortable to you, lol. When you weren’t there, you were in the corner, under the table. You definitely had your favorite places. I think one of your most favorite places to lay was Mike’s chest. You would snuggle with him for hours. Then you would try it with me, and it wasn’t quite the same…

When you started showing signs of something being wrong, I was in denial. My baby can’t be sick. But deep down, I knew… I knew. The vet said you likely had a cancerous tumor, and given its size and your age, we took the best course of action. The heartbreak was and is unreal. We sat with you for a good, long time afterward. I kept petting you and holding your little paw in my hand, and kissing you and apologizing, and telling you how much I loved you. Then I gave you one last head butt.

This first night was painful. I hated waking up knowing you weren’t right there on the bed with us. And when I walked into the kitchen and saw your food dishes, I just broke down and cried. I cleaned them out and put them right back down, because I am not ready to let go. I may never be. You worked your way right into my heart. You were full of character and love. I will miss you forever. I cannot imagine life without you, but I am so incredibly grateful you were a huge part of ours for 17 years; what a fantastic time we’ve had!

I still find myself closing doors behind me, making sure you don’t sneak into rooms. And I have to fight the urge to say goodbye to you when we leave for wherever. I always made sure to pet you goodbye and tell you to have a good day and that we’d be back soon. It’s hard to break all of these habits, and truth be told, I don’t know that I want to. It’s so quiet around the house now; you definitely livened things up.

I know you and Scruffy are reunited now on the Rainbow Bridge. Take care of each other and spend your days playing and living the life you loved so much here with us. I love you so much, so, so much. I always will. ♥

Love always, your human. ♥