Life Theories and Other Bad Advice…..

There is a theory I heard years ago about when you know you are ready to have a kid. It doesn’t have a formal name, but it basically states this: When you are thinking of having children, get a plant. If you keep the plant alive, get a fish. If the fish lives (although no time limit is given to gauge success), get something with fur. If you are able to keep the thing with fur alive, you are ready to take care of a tiny human. After testing out this theory for a few years, I’ve come to one conclusion; it’s a bunch of bull and seriously flawed. Or maybe I am.

The thing is, I can’t keep a plant alive to save my life. My poor dying snapdragon on our porch can attest to this. Perhaps I should have taken it out of the plastic cup and put it in our flowerbed by now. Or make sure it’s watered regularly. Apparently, that’s a big deal for keeping plants alive. Before my snapdragon, I had another house plant. She held on a bit longer than my poor snapdragon, but eventually, she succumbed to the inevitable. 

It was my own fault, really. See, I reversed the order of the theory-essentially throwing off the balance of the universe. I had fish first. In college, I bought a beta. Two actually. The first one I named Jonah. I was on an irony kick. This was back in the day where it was popular to buy a beta and put a Peace lily into the bowl. The fish would feed off of the roots of the plant, the plant would grow because of the water, and the fish’s waste would further fertilize the plant. A perfect eco-system. To supplement nutrition, fish food was also to be given. I don’t know if it was the busyness of college or general laziness on my part, but Jonah kicked the bucket after a few months.

Not to be discouraged by a dead fish, I bought another one. But to be on the safe side, and because I was still riding the irony train, I thought I’d outsmart the fish’s affinity for death and name him Methuselah. In my defense it did work. Methuselah lived a bit longer than his predecessor. But eventually, he joined Jonah in that big fishbowl in the sky.

So it really made no sense what-so-ever that I started dating a man with two cats. I hadn’t yet graduated to things with fur, according to the theory. But something odd happened–7 years later, married for almost two, and the cats are still alive. And I’m their primary caretaker. According to the theory, they should be dead. But they are very much alive. Furry bundles of rage and terror. With claws of death. Thankfully they sleep a lot so we aren’t in much danger. 😉 They also bring us so much joy and laughter, I couldn’t imagine them not in our lives. 

In life we have choices. We can choose to live by a certain set of ‘rules’ that promise guaranteed success, or we can choose the path that works for us. We may lose a few plants or fish along the way, but eventually, we learn what it takes to sustain a life. And that is our happily ever after. 




Oh What The Heck!

Good morning! It just occurred to me that I have a rather full day today, so I decided to knock this one out early. A note from yesterdays post about meeting my husband: I hadn’t realized it till my husband pointed it out, but I wrote yesterday’s post on what was the anniversary of the day I sent him the first message on the dating site where we met. Awwww!! ♥♥♥ 

Many moons ago I wrote about how I’ve coped with anxiety in my life. One of these coping mechanisms, television, is something I still enjoy today. One of my favorites? It’s a little show called, The Middle. The Middle tells the story of a working class family living in the midwest–smack dab in the middle of the US–and all the trials they face. There is Frankie the mom, Mike the dad, and kids: Axl, Sue and Brick. Nope, that’s not a typo. Their youngest son is named Brick.

Not only is the writing overall genius, but the way the characters are written gives a pretty accurate depiction–with a few embellishments–of what it means to be a family. It is messy and imperfect, but at the end of the day, you still remain a team. My favorite character? Sue. I love Sue. She has the distinction of having her first and middle name be the same. Yes, her full name is Sue Sue Heck. In season 4 it is explained that she ended up with this name because it was mistakenly written down this way on her birth certificate.

But the thing I love most about Sue Heck? She never freakin’ gives up! Like ever. This is inspiring to me, someone who lives with anxiety, when part of my anxiety comes from the thought of trying new things. Sue goes out for EVERYTHING in school. In spite of never making anything. Her luck changed a bit when she went out for cross-country simply because there was a no-cut policy. She made the team. Then there was the time she went out for the cheerleading squad and later received a call that she had made the team. It was a mistake. Instead of falling down in a puddle of tears, Sue went to the school and pleaded with the principal to let her organize another cheer team…for the wrestlers. And so the Wrestlerettes were born. But my favorite moment for Sue was when she was in a contest to win a car. It was one of those things where you had to keep one hand on the car and the last person to remain would win. You guessed it. Even after being stung by bees and getting a wicked sunburn, Sue won the prize. Although it turned out not to be a car, but a trip to Disneyland. She was ecstatic.

When I grow up, I wanna be like Sue. Fearlessly confident and brave, no matter the outcome. May we all strive to Sue Heck our way through this thing called life.


As always you are never alone. I’ll see you tomorrow!

Cheers! 🙂

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