![]() The conversation consisted of tears, a mumbled thank you, and my dad saying "She was a good cat."Īnd because of those 15 years, I bought the s'more bar. In true Petersen women style, I cried.a lot. My mom said she did this because my 6-year-old nephew has been to a few funerals in the past year, so she wanted it to be the same. ![]() The nine of them saw the back-yard garden Emily is now buried in and then had coffee and dessert. She invited my grandpa, my brother and his family, and the rest of the clan living at the house. My mom called last night and told me the news. I loved her to pieces and my parents sacrificed (thank you) more than I would like to share just to keep Emily in the house, but I most certainly didn't deserve her as a pet. It wasn't until I first left for college that I began feeling guilty for not fulfilling my ownership duties. Slowly my dad so graciously took over the role. Santa probably was not thrilled at the idea after going through the certificate trouble, but afterall, she was mine.įor the first year ( maybe two) I helped care for her. Santa delivered her while we were at Christmas Mass and after holding her for a bit I decided to name her Emily because she looked more like an Emily. Her 'adoption certificate' had the name "Mandy" printed on it because when I first held her three weeks prior, Mandy is what I wanted to name her. My mom called me yesterday and said they had to put my cat Emily to sleep. With my afternoon snack, I walked to a table outside, sat down and said to myself, "I have no idea why I just bought this thing."Įxcept I did know exactly why I bought this thing. The woman behind me "ooooed and aaaaahed" over the bar and said to her partner, "Oh wow, that looks so good. After 5 minutes (due to the line) of a mental quarrel, I ordered my coffee and bar. ![]() The meeting ended, I parked my car, walked into Kava and saw in the bakery display a giant s'more bar. I have a lifelong twofer deal of a double chin and Petersen butt. Since April my supper has consisted of ballpark fare (animal crackers, a soft pretzel with cheese, super nachos, pulled chicken with Sweet Baby Ray's BBQ sauce, diet pepsi, beer, and peanut butter cups with a dab of ice cream)ģ. Already I did not need the coffee, so the baked good option was entirely unneccessary for the following reasons:ġ. Initially I planned on ordering a coffee, then I contemplated purchasing a baked good as well. *Please know that after reading this post you will find yourself saying "It was just a cat." I care about you, but I do not care that you will say that :) *Īround 1 o'clock today I decided I was going to Kava House after my meeting downtown. ![]() It was an incredible sense of accomplishment though, and I am giving this sense another go.įor January I am giving up alcohol-only water to wash down the Cinnamon Toast Crunch masterpiece. During that year I gave up peanut butter for Lent.ĭon't ask. Why not have a glass of wine to accompany the Cinnamon Toast Crunch with chocolate chips, peanut butter and whipped cream (a personal favorite my niece and I share)? It offers no emotional satisfaction after a stressful day at work, and post-indulgence I always ask myself, "Did I really need this?" Lately I have indulged in different foods, drinks, and/or activities as a scapegoat. ![]() By writing this, I hope to be held accountable, although my mother and sister may be the only readers. In efforts to regain pieces of the self-control and self-discipline I once had, I have decided to give up something different each month of 2009. Of course, the entire class had the same "I will be nice to my family" resolution. Grade school was probably the last time I made one, as assigned by the teacher. This year I have decided to make a New Year's resolution. I could exaggerate this moment, but it happened.on more than one occasion. It was the power ringing through the arena with the thousands of people cheering but being drowned out by one red light and one beautiful song. The instrumental measures of Fix You by Coldplay played through the speakers and at this moment, I would always stand by a pillar, leaning my head against it and feeling infinite. The arena, almost full with 7,000 people would go dark with one red light in the tunnel. It is that moment when you believe you are on a movie screen in slow motion with the orchestra in a crescendo and the timpanis are pounding to the beat of your heart.Īt select Griffins hockey games (my recent job), if there were flag kids, the two mini mites would skate onto the ice, attempting to wave the flags as they drug on the ice. The moments I live for are those out-of-body experiences where everything around you melts together save for the one activity, image, or sound you are focusing on. ![]()
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