Mixing it up: Things I Love, Part 1

I will be the first to admit that I hate more things than most people. But I also love a lot of stuff, too.

One thing I love more than anything is, with few exceptions, animals. I just get a really big kick out of them. Once, my husband got mad at me (pretend mad, not real mad) when I picked a dime-sized turtle up in my vegetable garden and without hesitation said, “Hi! I love you!” (My husband's argument: how do I know I love the turtle when I just met it? My argument: I just do.) When I see squirrels, I want to run over and poke their little white bellies, and I would expect they would respond with a “hee, hee!” a la the Pillsbury Dough Boy. I have no idear where this urge came from. I have been known to break for butterflies. I think pigeons are neat. I secretly want to squeeze them – I get it, Lenny. I get it!

One of my most favoritest animals is my bestest, bestest friend, Edmund. Ed is a 9 year old Himalayan cupcake and I absolutely adore him. When I came home from work the other day, he came running to see me (that never gets old!). He wanted something, so naturally, I followed. Since I have no idear what “meow” means, and the cats are pretty adamant on not learning English, a large portion of my day is taken up playing charades with the cats (and perhaps an even larger portion of my time at home is spent letting the cats out and letting the cats in, and then repeating that over and over). Well, Eddie was pretty psyched to show me the *gasp* NEW BOX that was on the living room floor. He “hid” behind the box and jumped out at me to scare me, twice! TOO.CUTE. To quote a dear friend, “I don’t understand how people cannot like cats.”

I also really dig horses. I have wanted a horse since as long as I can remember. Last February, I had the distinct honor of accomplishing my lifelong dream when I got my first horse, Margaux. Obviously I love her tons and tons, and I hug and kiss her a lot. But what is hilarious is that after 20+ years of curbing my desire for a horse, it is like the flood gates have sprung open. I am like one step away from hanging horse posters in my bedroom. (I kid, I kid. Please don’t buy me horse stuff – that novelty wore of decades ago.) I still stare when I drive past horses. When friends ride Margaux, I find myself getting jealous of them, even though I could ride Margs any time I wanted. Sadly, my riding days are on hold now until May, as I am too large/uncomfortable to ride any longer. How I will handle not riding for the next 5-6 months, I have no idear.

My best friend is a cat, and I love horses with a passion to rival an 8 year old girl's. I am ok with that.

Thanks for letting me gush. You will be pleased to know I am getting this out of my system early in my blog before I have any followers so as to not bother you all with my blathering. You’re welcome.