Anybody that know our little family know my husband is not a big fan of pets. Especially other peoples pets. I always thought he hated them, but come to think of it he has never been cruel or mean to an animal. This week a family is PCSing (moving away) they waited until the last moment to find their cat a home. This is an older Russian Blue cat, named Chuck. A friend of mine expressed interest in the cat but she is currently moving from off post apartment to on post housing. That left about a 5-6 day gap, and with the family leaving it seemed for sure this cat was going to the shelter. Koreans are not big on adopting pets and even less cats….even less than that an adult cat. My husband wasn’t home that night, and thinking “OMG he is going to KILL me!” I volunteer to watch the cat for the few days until my friend moved in to her new place.
Enter Chuck, a very very sweet cat. With a bit of a cuddle monster aspect to him. However I refused to call anybody even, even a cat, Chuck. So amongst fits of giggles with a friend, we ended up with Philiped Chuck Meowington.
My husband comes home not all too amused but understanding but the cat is nowhere to be found. He has been hiding since he got home. We go about our day and come back not knowing what to expect.
What I didn’t expect was a the cat stretched out on our bed, like he belong there. While I put lil Thomas to bed I hear my husband.
“ahhh!! Get it off me! It’s too friendly! It’s too friendly!”
I turn around to see the cat sitting on my husband chest looking straight in his eyes as if saying “hello there, you must be my new person. I like you, now pet me.”
He is very very insistent on being petted but doesn’t really meow, or messes with our things.
What I didn’t expect at all was how my husband would smile and pet him back or see the cat curled up next to my husband as his favorite person in the household.
Working his magic on my husband.
Thomas was so happy, I’m feel guilty that he will have to leave us soon. He talks to the cat, signs to the cat, comes home and first thing he does it look for the cat. He says, “He’s not a dog but I like him, he’s a good cat”. I’m writing this while my boys are on the couch, My husband writing for NaNoWriMo and my son watching TV with Philiped.
Keeping Thomas company
Gonna have to be careful with this one, or I’m gonna be sad to let him go too.
Speed Sale starts tonight at 6 pm EST
HUGE Sales tonight! Only on facebook and with paypal only..tell a friend!
Sale start tonight only!
Please share this! I want it to be fun!
How the sale will works: I will be listing sale items on the wall. The first person to comment (write your email address) gets the item. ALL items will be $10(FREE SHIPPING)! I’ll go through the list once. What ever is not spoken for I will post again. AFTER that, I will list some extras and at the end there will be a give away.
Once the sale is over I will send you a paypal invoice (to the address posted), all orders ship out within 24 hours of payment.
This week has been both one of the best and
the worst ok so not the worst, but it has not been a walk in the park.
My husband has his appendix taken out, but in his usual cool grace has started a speedy recover. Enough that I was able to make a hop up to Seoul for materials which (this was the not better part of the week.)
My kiddo started playing soccer, AND he was good at it! (Good part of the week!)
Then he got sick and stayed home from school today. Might miss practice tomorrow (again not good part of the week).
Then I got a bunch of orders to fill in! (good part of the week!) Having to pay light bill, AC in summer heat in korea really really kills you. You’re better off dehydrating but I digress. Having paid the light bill left me too broke to buy materials I ran out off(bad part of the week). I did managed to get a few things sold right away to buy what I needed without delaying my orders! (good part of the week) This involved that trip to Seoul I mention which again was *a bad part of the week*
I have 300 fans on Stellar Gravity‘s page (good part of the week) but my husband thinks I’ve spent too much time on the computer promoting (this is a hint I’m neglecting house hold duties- booooooo! bad part of the week).
My husband actually said nice things of what I’m doing on his page (shocker! good part of the week) but keeps reminding me not to hyper focus (a true danger in my brain, *fear of obsessing* = bad part of the week). Good new of staying put where we are for while (yay! good part of the week) ever lingering fears my dumbassery will put his ass in a sling and lose what we have (bad part of the week, month, year.)
Remember I’m anxiety girl, right?
So all in all, a roller coaster of a week. Here is to happy times and calm waters ahead (really really wishing for calm waters ahead).
I rewound my tapes with #2 yellow pencils, I pushed movie tapes into my VCR, I played with slinkies for hours, or try to beat my own record of bouncing and catching the ball of the wall (best score 243). I read countless books, including most of the second floor of my school library, where almost no one but serious readers where let in by the librarian. As if she was hoarding the best books for those that deserved it. They really were good books.
My husband’s childhood seems so different to him than it does to me. (Yes he did all the classic things of our early years. Slinkies, VHS, yoyo’s, and mix tapes.) To him it was adventurous. I saw it as wild and dangerous. Broken bones, gashes, cuts, stitches, and many dumb stunts that made me wonder. “Where the hell was your mother?!” He shrugs and smiles and keeps the telling the story in detail, delighted in remembering such a fun time.
I think on my son: no broken bones, no stitches, no scrapes. It makes me feel a like a good mother, until I think of my own child hood again. I had no broken bones, or stitches, or scrapes. I was in a bubble. Always home and not outside. Not at a friends house because I’d be unsupervised, instead friends always had to come over to my house. They didn’t like it. “Too many rules!”, they said. Encouraged in books, dissuaded at sports. Encouraged in drama, discouraged at martial arts. I realize all the things I enjoyed as a child, where things I had to do alone.
Now entering the time, we realize our little family until will probably stay the same. I can’t encourage an only child to be lonesome. I realize I need my husband crazy ‘boy’ ways. That encourages adventure and crazy things. I see broken bone, stitches, and scrapes in his (what really really hope is far) future. He’ll tell his girlfriend or wife about all the things he did growing up and she’ll ask “Where was your mother in all of this!?” Hopefully he’ll smile and keep telling the story, not knowing I was always looking from the window keeping an eye on him…just in case.
...things like a 4 year old in a mechanical bull. *facepalm*
There are times in life when you suddenly see the big picture. If the gods are kind, you will see your life is good and you are happy. Enjoy the moment, as in my case the next moment was a deep panic that if I was happy then this is the calm before the storm. As if I wasn’t deserving or if it all going to be ripped out of my hands because I want it so much.
No blogging today, at home with weak knees after having a Date Day with the husband. whew!
This is what greets me everyday when I head in and out of my apartment. Mmmmmm.
Sometimes it seems a bit of obsessive behavior is off putting, and sometimes is saves your ass from being on a sling. Repeated list writing, rewriting reminders in different spots, obsessing over making plans or about plans made. Sometimes yes its annoying and sometimes like today it gives you the necessary amo to show and prove that miracolously: I’m in the right! w00t! What could I possibly talking about. Nothing I’m actually going to go into here instead I posted this silly picture of me and Charlie. Enjoy!!
So after going from Korea, to 20 hours in Seattle, to NY then traveling the same day to NJ. It easy to say my internal clock was messed up. We kept going until on monday we literally spent the whole night and day sleeping. After that recharging of batteries, we went out to NYC. It was spur of the moment and it could have been planned out better for a bit but we manged to see the stomping grounds of my husband, go to park in queens. Its charming little zoo, we did miss the museum of art and made it to the hall of science but it was about to close. Traveling down to Times Square we went in for a movie, X-men first class. Then we walk to pennstation to travel back to NJ. On the way there we found…
My son is a HUGE angry birds fan, and if I let him he’d play it hours on end. Did I mention he’s not even 5 yet. So you can imagine his joy at seeing one of these at a window. In a moment of pure emotional bias I just walked into the store and said “how much” forking over a $20 as I asked and pointed to the piggy. After that it was an OD of cuteness. Walking through the street and stations with a lil round green piggy. Those that knew about angry birds loved it, those that didn’t just laughed and his enthusiasm about having a green pig. The whole time he’s like “I have a piggy!!!!” “See my piggy?!””He can sit right here and no birds will pop the piggy” lets just say, regardless of all the random things in the day. That had to be the best thing.
Is the candy trying to seduce me?