The Traveling Alchemist: If I loved you, then I would love you in any way I could. And if we could not touch, then I would draw strength from your beauty. And if I went blind, then I would fill my soul with the sound of your voice and the contents of your thoughts until the last spark of my love for you lit the shabby darkness of my dying mind.
(pause for short musical interlude with violins)
Olive: Nah. Forget it.
And make me hungry for pie, sigh.
As you've seen below, I've got the two new additions to the family. So far, Izzy is like the motherly older sister..who one moment is trying to take care of others, and the next is showing off her tattoos as she runs around with her motorcycle gang and/or flying trapeze circus group -- take your pick. Then there is Cubby. Cubby is like a two year old in that he's getting into trouble, the word no (and the spray bottle) become like a fun game of test the borders, and then he reverts to being a little baby who certainly can't do anything wrong. Even has the sad little pipsqueak meow to go with it. But his 'baby status" is a little bit of a cause for concern.
My cousin brought over her now 12 week old kitten for a little play date. Cubby didn't take to it well either visit..not surprising since they are both males..made him extremely grumpy/cranky even towards poor Izzy and he would hiss at my cousin occasionally just for bringing the issue into the house. The problem is a day after the other cat left (and Cubby was fine and back to normal again) my friend brought over her 8 month old daughter. I don't know if Cubby was still a little on edge from the cat the day before or if he just feels threatened by anything little, but we did have a moment of teeth showing when she reached down towards him. Does he feel threatened that his "baby of the house" status may be taken over by these new creatures? He is normally lovey to everyone, sleeping up on anyone's chest by your head, greeting everyone at the door, giving kisses. I guess the test will be when another friend's 3 1/2 yo son comes by..we'll have to see how he does with the miniature-but-still-much-bigger-than-him human. I'm really hoping that he was just still pissy about the other cat that he reacted poorly. He certainly did nothing towards my friend's daughter (no way would we have stood for that), but he just didn't seem completely thrilled. And there is no way I want him to be "rude" to little Emma when they are able to make a visit to IL.
So I guess time will tell. And I mean, its not like he's even 6 months old himself yet. But its just interesting to see the personalities emerge and to wonder where it goes from here...
So some days at work, you can just tell the universe is not your friend. I had two calls back to back yesterday afternoon that must have been karma hitting me back for something I didn't even realize I had done. The first one was a very nice older lady whose abdomen was just totally bothering her. She then proceeded to cough/vomit more than once. We're talking no warning of vomit, just boom..there it is. Needless to say, one of those bits had a little, uh, backsplash onto my shirt. Delicious. Did I mention she had an egg salad sandwich for an early dinner? Just beautiful. I knew there was a reason I disliked even the idea of that sandwich.
Call number two, directly after that one, involved a gentleman who, I'm sure, normally is fairly decent. However, today he had missed lunch and we were pretty sure that his blood sugar was low (it was). His family said he just was not acting right. He proceeded to make smoochy noises at multiple people in the room while we were starting to talk - very cute. He then decided to try and cop a feel while I was talking and taking his blood pressure. Luckily my winter work coat is bulky and obnoxious, therefore he didn't quite find his landing. A minute or two later he made a comment that I had cold hands to which I told him he had grabby hands. Now I'm sure on a normal blood sugar day, this wouldn't be his MO. Both cases involved normal people with no malice towards me (I think..they didn't know me that well yet). But really.. On top of that, the first call had me waiting 15 mins for a nurse to just come into the patient's room to take a report and the second had me waiting 20 mins + for a darn computer so I could type up my report. I normally take pride in my amount of patience towards the world but that was definitely starting to push it.
Let's just hope that Wednesday goes a little better...
So Friday morning (finally! says Anne) I became an Aunt! I am 100% thrilled and excited about this..especially can't wait until I get to officially meet her in a month. But then came the dilemma of figuring out exactly what I want to go by..what I want Emma to know me by. There's Aunt Michelle, Auntie Michelle, Auntie Michy, etc.. but Michelle just seems like a mouthfull for a little one. I was never one for nicknames growing up, never really shortened Michelle for any real use (Michy and the longer version of Michy are only for the few and joking conversations/emails). Choco seems, these days, like from a past life -- not many BBSers still hanging around. The only others have been M&M and M -- used in the family mainly or signing off of notes/emails/etc. But despite the possible Wizard of Oz connection (very big connection at the moment as the ad for 'Tin Man' showing a yellow brick road is to the right of the screen), I'm thinking I like "Auntie M". Seems easier to get out and it flows.
So I will now be Auntie M and I hope to do Emma proud. There are quite a few miles between us, but I truly hope to be a big part of her life and someone she can count on. I know that she has great parents and grandparents who are waiting to spoil her rotten, but I definitely want to be more to her than that crazy lady at Christmas. I mean, I'm not saying I won't actually be that crazy lady..just that crazy lady plus some :)
