probably “adventurer”. as much as i would like to be adventurous, the truth is that i’m rather shy and timid when it comes to the unknown. but i am more brave if i have partner in crime.
2. Will your parenting be anything like the way you were raised? Explain.
my parents did a good job. they were terribly even-keeled and stable. they praised us and loved us and punished us when we needed it. they selflessly did everything they could for us. even during times when we maybe didn’t have much, we never knew the difference. i should hope that i can do half as good a job.
i would like the communication of feelings to be a little easier... something i didn’t really realize was missing until the last couple of years. there’s almost a fear of asking about what’s going on when it might be less than pleasant. sort of an ignorance-is-bliss/what-you-don’t-know-c
the details might be a little different, but i would like the bones to be the same.
3. Tell me a story of a time somebody did something so nice for you that it made you cry or want to.
i could dig up a handful of acts of kindness over the years from various people in my life that have melted my heart, but i think there’s one that will always take the cake or at least rank up there pretty high. when i found myself pregnant at the age of 19, my sister offered to keep my baby for me so i could still move away to finish college (i was to move away in a couple of months). she was the only one who even broached the possibility of me keeping it (see question #2).
great. thanks for making a pregnant lady weepy.
4. You seem like an exceptionally good present giver. What do you think would make a good present for me for Christmas?
lordy. i don’t know where you got that from. i suppose i’m hit or miss.
porn? literature? beer? literary porn stamped on a beer glass and served in a tropical locale? am i there yet?
okay. i totally bombed out on that question.
5. You love cats. Ever had other pets? Dogs, birds, etc.? I know you had a turtle. What else?
i grew up a dog person.
there were brief episodes with a hamster, a rat, and two betas around high school and junior college; but, i think it’s best if we don’t talk about them.
my mom had a cute, little cocker spaniel named taffy, but she died when i was two. when i was maybe four, we adopted the lingering love of my life. we named her brandy, but since dad is named randy and terribly hard of hearing, we wasted no time in changing it to ginger. she was a little peekapoo (mix of poodle, terrier, and pekingese... i think) and she was fantastic. she let me dress her in doll dresses and push her about in a carriage. she let me put her in the wagon and take her a block over for picnics. she cuddled with me and liked to lay her head across my father’s neck when he was on the floor watching tv at night.
she became very sick with heart problems and general old age and passed away at a time beyond when she should have been put down. i was a junior in high school. i cried for three days. i still accidentally call for her sometimes instead of ttyki or expect her to be at my parents’ door when i come in. we came across some video footage xmas morning of what must have been her last days.
great. now i’m weepy again.
a++ for remembering waddles.