Wednesday, February 13, 2008

Mothering Mossimo

I have been blessed over the last few weeks with additions to my family. My brother and his wife had twin boys (pics will come) and I adopted a puppy on Monday. His name is Mossimo Darth Vadar Stewart (named by granny and Kiyah). I know that's an awful big name for a 2 month old pup but he is such an incredible little guy with tons of energy. Since this is the very closest I will be to mothering in a long time I am completely thrilled about my new baby. This is not the first pet I've adopted but certainly the first that needs "mothering". When I got Jinxi, my terribly independent cat, all I needed to do was keep the bowl filled, litter clean and she was pretty much on her own. She runs things really. When she's in the mood for love or affection she will slide herself under my dangling feet, and when she's not in the mood trust me no amount of coddling or whistling will bring her to me AT ALL. Not that I love her any less, there's just something completely exciting and even kind of scary about knowing that something depends totally on you.

Mossimo was a gift from one of our clients and she gave me and two other women in my office pups. So Mossimo's brothers Chucho and Co Co will be close, which is good for him. We plan to throw their first birthday party next November for the three of them together. I was initially a little concerned. When we got into the van to take the pups home the previous owner, Brenda, told us that this would be their very first car ride so they may get sick. SICK is an understatement! We had three puppies vomiting all over my poor coworkers car. REPEATEDLY! It was sad when the first pup did it and then downright disgusting when they started inspiring one another. We finally got them back to the office, got the van cleaned up and gave them time to rest. They were very emotional and completely tuckered out. I was also concerned about him being able to sleep by himself considering he's been sleeping with five brothers and sisters.

Nothing matched the feeling today however, when I came home from the office and he jumped up to greet me. I learned that in my absence he has tackled going up and down the stairs and he's even learning to stay in a room by himself. He is completely potty trained (which is a complete blessing) and should facilitate teaching him to go outside instead of the training pads. The smallest things about his progress and development are thoroughly tickling me and I am taking complete joy in learning what he likes and dislikes. There really is no feeling like it.

I assumed that I would have issues with Jinxi when I brought Mossimo home. I thought she would be trying to attack my pup given her size advantage so for the last 2 days I have been shutting my door and keeping her out. She has not been happy about that at all. The day I arrived home with Mossimo she came to the steps looked at the bundle in my arms with complete disgust as if to say "Seriously, when did you ask permission to bring this stray home!"...she rolled her eyes and went back under the bed. Yesterday, I went to the bathroom forgot to shut the door to my room behind me and she snuck into my room. When I emerged from the potty there she was staring at the dog and waiting for me as if to say "See, I see the dog, I'm not zapping, can we please get over this locking me out thing!" Again she rolled her eyes and walked out..tail in the air.

I love my "kiddies". They are completely different but 100% lovable. Jinxi is a cat that only a mother could love. Due to her lack of affection and concern for others no one seems to really like her but me. And that's ok. I love her to pieces. I hope she and Mossimo look out for each other like family should! I may not be ready for REAL kiddies, but I am certainly on my way! Besides, my brother and his wife are having enough for all of us. 6 for them! I'm sure what I'm experiencing however, doesn't even REMOTELY scratch the surface of the true intricacies of mothering human little ones. I am enjoying the responsibility none the less. Mothers are amazing, it seems that their work is never done and decision making takes place all day EVERY DAY!! When your an adult you can't live with them (literally) but as a child it's hard to live without them!

Mossimo and Pablo after their ride to the office

Home At Last

Visiting with Takiyah

Wouldn't be complete without my Jinxi Salmonela Allywishes Stewart!

Sunday, February 3, 2008

Super Bowl Blues...

Usually Superbowl Sunday I wake up with a bolt of energy and strategically plan my day of a fantastic season culmination with a grand football game. This year it was different. It is true that I wasn't really excited about either team. Not truly a fan of either, but there have been other superbowls (plenty actually) where my teams haven't made it and I'm still excited to just watch the game. But this year was different and I couldn't shake it. Even when my bff faithfully called by the second to update me on the pre-game festivities, I just couldn't work up even one solitary woohoo. I have been in a really frustrating slump with the pigskin sport since about the middle of the season. And yes, it did coincidently become clear by about that time that neither the Eagles or the Ravens would see the postseason but that really wasn't the MAIN reason that my love for the game was declining as the season went on. I just couldn't muster up my normal vigor for it. This behavior is not only abnormal but down right embarrasing for a football fan such as myself. When the Ravens finally got rid of Brian Billick and took on John Harbaugh, the newbie from PHILLY...I still only greeted it with an average yahoo at best. What was happening to me?

I'll tell you what happened. I figured out today that football was reminding me of politics. It was no longer a battle of the best team coming out on top but a referee influenced, money dictating, cheaters walking type of display. I couldn't tell sometimes whether I was watching commentaries or campaign speeches. I love the raw, the brute...the complete battle to be the best during the last quarter of the year. I look forward to the players vying for attention, stats, fans and endorsements. It is the blood, sweat and tears of win or go home in the post season that leaves me breathless. The struggle every week to crush your opponent to add another W to the record. The trash talking and promises of punishment and pain to the opponent and then the smile and high five at the end to show sportsmanship. I LOVE THE GAME OF FOOTBALL. But this season it proved to take on a completely different feel.

The New England Patriots were caught at the beginnng of this season video taping the defensive plays and signals of their opposing teams. They had their videographer capture the play signals on tape so that they would have an unfair advantage during the game because they would know the plays that other teams were going to run. Apparently, this behavior has been going on "for years"..and according to another supposedly "outstanding" coach, by very many teams. However, only ONE team was caught holding the bag. I can't tell you how many teams have actually cheated, I can only tell you that one team was CAUGHT. I watched Roger Goodall and the powers that be handle this NFL scandal and anxiously awaited the penalty and outcome. I waited to see how the players and other coaches would react. Waited to see how the fans would surely protest in outrage at the idea of spending their hard-earned money to see cheaters. At the end of the day it seems that I was the only one enraged.

Bill Belichick was fined $500,000 which was paid by the owner of the Patriots, Robert Kraft (which is like $1.00 to him). The tapes with the proof of the cheating were destroyed and Roger Goodall, Robert Kraft and Bill Belichick all three only spoke of the "incident" once. SERIOUSLY?? The media, players and fans were then advised to overlook this situation and focus on the fact that the Patriots were WINNING GAMES. I don't think I even realized how disgusted I was with the whole situation until the end of the season when the Patriots were going for their perfect season record...(which by the way is only perfect if you WIN the superbowl)..AWWW..It's kind of like watching the nephew of the boss take the position that you know someone else who has worked much harder deserves...yeah, kinda sucks. But today is proof positive of what parents and teachers have been saying for years - CHEATERS NEVER WIN...(even when it seems like they are going to cause they are 18-0 going into the bowl)!

I don't mean to speak so harshly of the boys in blue...I actually think that they are a good football squad. But that's the key...good...not GREAT! I have watched them win game after game by a simple field goal and wondered when someone was finally gonna take them down. When the scandal was exposed, I selfishly thought of my Eagles who lost to them in the superbowl several years back by that same field goal and wondered if they were calculating all our plays back then as well.

Maybe next year there will be two spots available for the superbowl...instead of the one offered after the Patriots are handed theirs. I look forward to the return to competition, real battling between two teams and the better team getting ALL the glory. I can't wait to be EXCITED about Superbowl Sunday again!

Congrats to the Giants and Giants fans! It's a good day to be a Manning!