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I’m becoming my mother June 16, 2008

Filed under: home,meow!,NaBloPoMo — airingdirtylaundry @ 9:54 pm

My father gave my mother (before they were a mother and a father, and before they were even married)  a pomeranian puppy named Teddy.  The dog lived for a long time, well into my childhood, and eventually had to be put to sleep.

My mother was a mess.  Crying jags, mood swings, you name it.  At one point, she went to a local painter (that had done a beautiful painting of my grandparent’s house a few years before) and had a portrait of the dog painted from an old picture.  It was a BIG and EXPENSIVE portrait and it hung for years at the end of the hallway–right next to my bedroom door.  The only thing that bothered me about the painting (other than feeling like the dog’s eyes were following me) was that there were no pictures of me or my brother in the house, but yet there was a big picture of a dead dog.

One summer (I was either 12 or 13), we “acquired” a dog named Marshmallow, a beautiful husky.  The dog’s owners were customers at my father’s garage and brought the dog along in the back of their truck.  Marshmallow kept jumping out of the truck and seemed to want to stay with us.  After this happened a bunch of times, the dog’s owners asked my father if we wanted to just keep the dog, and my mother, animal lover that she was, immediately piped in and said yes.

Months later, Marshmallow bit a neighborhood kid.  We let Marshamallow run free because he didn’t like to be on a leash or chain and he was a very mild-mannered dog.  The kid who got bit was a little brat who was provoking the dog, but my father put his foot down and said that we had to get rid of the dog before we got sued.  My mother put an ad in the paper.  “Free dog to good home.”  A squirrely-looking man in a pickup truck showed up to take Marshamallow and said he had a farm where Marshamallow would run free and chase bunny rabbits for the rest of his long long life.

Weeks later, my mother still had a bad feeling about that guy.  We had his name, so she pulled out the phone book by calling every single number listed under his last name trying to find a relative of his that would lead her to him.  If only we had the internet at pur fingertips then, it may have been a lot easier.  We living in the country.  Everyone was related to just about everyone else in the area, and this guy had a fairly common last name.  We eventually found out that he didn’t have a farm.  And he didn’t live where he said he did.  My mother and I spent the summer canvassing the countryside, playing detective and tracked down the man who picked up the dog.  It turns out that the man went around picking up free animals and then sold them to animal labs for drug testing.  By the time we got that far in our detective work, Marshmallow was dead.

My mother had a nervous breakdown.  As a teenager, it scared me to death to witness it.  I remember thinking “this is all because of a DOG.”  Sure, I love animals too.  Sure, I think animal testing is cruel.  Sure, Marshmallow was a great dog and fun to play with.  But I saw animals die all the time.  Even at such a tender, self-absorbed age, I realized that there was a circle of life.  That those pigs across the street that squealed horribly when they were being slaughtered ended up as the bacon I ate for breakfast.  That even though I was heartbroken when my first cat Cookie died, the pain would slowly heal and become less severe.  Pets could be loved and you can get attached to them, but in the end they’re just pets.

I didn’t understand my mother’s reaction at the time, and looking back today, I still struggle with it.  I swore long ago that as attached I would become to an animal, I would be able to let it go when it’s time came.  I’m actually kind of proud of how well I handled Giz’s death.  Mike and I knew that the time would come eventually, but I was determined that she wouldn’t suffer.  She had such a long life.  What I like to think was a happy life.  She’s the best pet I’ve ever had and probably the best one I’ll ever have.  She didn’t deserve to suffer.  When I saw that she was struggling to, well, just be herself, it made it easier to tell the vet to put her to sleep.  She wouldn’t have lived through the night anyhow, and if she did it would have been after being poked and prodded and stuck with all kinds of needles by strangers.

Sure, I cried.  I was an emotional train wreck to begin with that day.  Sure, I miss her.  Two weeks later, I still open the door when I come home from work, expecting her to be there. 

When we were waiting at the vet, I told Mike that we were getting Giz cremated individually.  I’ve put animals to sleep before and have always just done the group cremation.  I always thought it was kind of creepy to keep ashes of the deceased around the house, on display.  Anyhow, Mike didn’t argue.  He agreed that Giz was a one-of-a-kind cat and just shouldn’t be chucked in the furnace with other animals.

I went to pick up her ashes last Wednesday.  I wasn’t sure what to expect.  A little Chinese take-out box with a Ziploc baggy of ashes in it?  Instead, it was a beautiful wooden box with a brass nameplate on top bearing her name and “2008” on it:

giz's ashes

The box doesn’t lock, it just latches.  Inside are her ashes and a certificate of cremation.



I had already ordered a small stone with her name on it because our intention was to bury her ashes in the garden and put the marker on top.  But I can’t bury this box.  I just can’t.  We discussed it I think we’ll bury the ashes only, and use the box to put mementos of her in it–pictures, a piece of her favorite blanket, etc.  Even though she only lived in this house just shy of two years, it will always be her home.

Giz, sleeping on Mike's chest

It was then that I realized that I’m becoming my mother (minus the nervous breakdown).  This box is to me what Teddy’s painting was to her.

And I think I’m OK with that.




Gizzy June 2, 2008

Filed under: home,meow!,NaBloPoMo — airingdirtylaundry @ 11:35 pm


I’ve written about Giz many times before.  Even if you’re not a cat lover, or an animal lover, I’m sure you can at least appreciate how much others get attached to their pets.

Tonight, Mike and I had to take Giz to the animal hospital and have her put to sleep.  She was down to 3.5 pounds, wasn’t eating as much as she had been, and tonight she wasn’t able to support her own weight and walk on her own.

We knew it was time.  She was somewhere around 20 years old.  Despite her many health problems throughout the years, this is the first time she looked uncomfortable.  In pain.  We knew it was the humane thing to do, but it didn’t make it easier. 

I had just told her last week that that it would be easier for me to handle her eventual passing; that I was more prepared then than I ever would be.  I was 10 weeks pregnant.  And here we are, only a week later, and I lost the baby and the cat within 12 hours of each other.  Needless to say, today was an emotional day.

I came home earlier this evening without my child.  I came home half an hour ago without the cat that has been part of my life since she was a kitten.  NaBloPoMo’s theme this month is not treating me very well so far.

It may be awhile until my next blog post.  I need to find something happy to write about.  I need something good to happen.  I think we’re due for it.

Thank you for all of your kind words, comments, and emails over the past few days.  I greatly appreciate your support and concern.  Thank you.


Home June 1, 2008

Filed under: home,NaBloPoMo — airingdirtylaundry @ 11:57 pm

NaBloPoMo’s theme this month is “home.”  Perfect.  It’s been a long weekend.  A rough weekend.  A weekend of tears, of sadness, of regret. 

I can’t wait to be back home tomorrow night.  

Even though we spent this weekend everywhere but home.  Away from all of the reminders.  There are too many memories here at home right now.  It’s all too fresh.  A baby name book.  A pregnancy journal and baby scrapbook that my dad brought me when he came to visit last weekend.  Pregnancy yoga DVDs.  The tickets to the musical Wicked that I ordered for Mike for Father’s Day.

But tomorrow, I’ll need the comfort of my home.  Of my husband.  And his love.  Somehow, we’ll get through this.  We’ve been through a lot of things, some by ourselves and some together.  We’re stronger than this.  It’s just going to take us a little bit of time to realize that.


Books I read so far this year March 31, 2008

Filed under: a month of lists,books — airingdirtylaundry @ 10:57 am

I love to read.  This year has been a heavy reading year for me so far, between being sick and then being snow/ice-bound.  Once summer comes, the book-reading volume diminishes somewhat.

  • The Time Traveler’s Wife–Audrey Niffenegger
  • Stone Cold–David Baldacci
  • Me Talk Pretty One Day–David Sedaris
  • Outlander–Diana Gabaldon
  • Dress Your Family in Corduroy and Denim–David Sedaris
  • The Closers–Michael Connelly
  • The Lovely Bones–Alice Sebold
  • Dragonfly in Amber–Diana Gabaldon
  • The Tenth Circle–Jodi Picoult
  • Stalemate–Iris Johansen
  • Where the Heart Is–Billie Letts
  • American Psycho–Bret Easton Ellis
  • Jack & Jill–James Patterson
  • A Simple Plan–Scott Smith
  • No One to Trust–Iris Johansen
  • Voyager–Diana Gabaldon
  • The Divide–Nicholas Evans
  • Atonement–Ian McEwan
  • The Brethren–John Grisham
  • A Thousand Splendid Suns–Khaled Hosseini
  • Water for Elephants–Sara Gruen
  • Marley & Me–John Grogan
  • Beautiful Lies–Lisa Unger
  • Playground–Jennifer Saginor
  • The Shape Shifter–Tony Hillerman
  • The Fuck-Up–Arthur Nersesian
  • The 6th Target–James Patterson
  • Hypocrite in a Pouffy White Dress–Susan Jane Gilman
  • Eat, Pray, Love: One Woman’s Search for Everything Across Italy, Indian and Indonesia–Elizabeth Gilbert
  • The Innocent Man–John Grisham

That’s it.  My last list for March’s NaBloPoMo.  It was fun!


Seven things . . . March 23, 2008

Filed under: a month of lists,secrets — airingdirtylaundry @ 10:07 pm

My bloggy friend TheAngelForever tagged me for a meme, so I’m back from my hiatus!  And I am definitely counting this as a list for NaBloPoMo.

The rules:

1. Link to your tagger and post these rules on your blog.
2. Share 7 facts about yourself on your blog, some random, some weird.
3. Tag 7 people at the end of your post by leaving their names as well as links to their blogs.
4. Let them know they are tagged by leaving a comment on their blog.

Here we go . . .

1.  I love to read.  I’m completely addicted to goodreads, and rely on it a lot for suggestions on what to read and also to keep track of what I’ve read.  I also just joined bookmooch, which is a great way to exchange books you don’t want anymore for those that you want to read.  I mailed out 8 books on Friday, received one on Saturday, and there are 12 more making their way to me.  That should keep me busy for awhile!

2.  I have a lot of house-related projects planned for this summer:  paint our bedroom, the spare bedroom and all of the bathrooms; have the light fixtures switched out and ceiling fans put in (as soon as my electrician brother comes to visit!); have a deck put on (this one’s planned for next month assuming the weather cooperates.  We’re not doing it ourselves–we just have to write the check 🙂  Definitely have to leave this one to the professionals!); decorate the sitting room that’s off of our bedroom to be a “sports room” for Mike.

3. I have eaten more candy today than I’ve eaten in the past year.  BUT, I did run 4 miles this morning.  So I’m even, right?  RIGHT?  I’m back on the wagon tomorrow.

4. I’m currently involved in a situation at work that is tearing me apart.  Hopefully it should all be over on Wednesday.  It’s one big moral dilemma for me, a power play by an executive, and a lot of pressure all around.  I can’t wait until it’s over with.

5.  Mike and I met in college.  His roommate was dating my roommate, and everyone in both apartments started hanging out a lot.  After meeting Mike only a few times, I was at a party at his house.  I was one of the few sober people there.  I headed down the stairs to the bathroom, and Mike was coming up the stairs.  He said to me, “You want to kiss me, don’t you?”  I headed back up the stairs, told my roommates what a jerk he was, and stormed out of there.  We eventually became friends, obviously, but I thought he was a pompous @ss for at least a few weeks.

6. I just planned a trip to Vegas with 3 friends.  We’re going in August, when it’s going to be about 9 million degrees, but I’m looking forward to it.  I can’t beleive I’m going back to Vegas!

7.  After trying for quite some time, I thought this past month would be the month that Mike and I conceived.  It just SEEMED like it would happen.  It didn’t.  That blows.

OK, that’s it!  I’m too lazy to tag anyone, so do it if you’d like!  I’m going to bed, even though I had a 3 hour nap today.  Ahhh, I love lazy holidays . . . .


Taking a little vacation March 21, 2008

Filed under: a month of lists,daily grind — airingdirtylaundry @ 11:33 am

I kind of lost my enthusiam for the NaBloPoMo lists.  It was fun.  Sometimes it was challenging.  Sometimes I fudged things by posting my grocery list, for goodness snakes (all credit for that phrase goes directly to Mike).

But it’s time for a short break.  I have trials and tribulations at work that are causing me to hyperventiliate and making me want to just curl up in a little ball in the corner and rock myself to sleep.  So I’m taking a hiatus from the list-making since all of my brain power(precious little that there is) is already spoken for. 

Sometimes it’s difficult for me to post every day, and since I’m the one who was enforcing that rule, I’m going to end it.  It’s about time I put my foot down.

I do have one more list that I’m working on, but I think I’ll save that one for closer to the end of the month. Oh goody goody.


Amazed or appalled? March 18, 2008

Filed under: a month of lists — airingdirtylaundry @ 11:40 am

I can’t tell if I’m intrigued by these things or if I’m disgusted by them . . .

  • Kindle.  Can anything really replace the feeling of a hefty literary classic (or a trashy romance novel) in your hand?  I think not.  But at the same time, it would cut down on school kids carrying too many books in their backpacks . . .
  • MousePen.  A 21st century Etch-a-Sketch?  For adults?  No shaking required . . .
  • Electronic Monopoly.   Just isn’t the same without paper money.  How am I supposed to pretend I’m filthy rich if I can’t spread the money out and roll around in it naked?  TMI?  Yeah, I thought so.
  • A place for you to put your banana(s).   Really?  A banana hammock?  Am I the only one who thinks this is funny?