Stay with Me

In one of my darkest hours, you stayed with me.  Given the chance, I thought you would leave me and run upstairs to Mokee knowing full-well that he was right there:  Your chocolate-labrador idol. 

But you refused to go.  You chose to stay with me.  You never left me.

So how can you leave me now!?  And just about one year after Mokee's diagnosis, you get the exact same diagnosis?!  My neck steamed out of fear and sadness as the vet broke the hard news.  "Quality of Life" are three words I hate to hear from vets.  But that's what it has come to today.

This time you really will leave me,

...and go to Mokee.

We get home and not even the most waterproof of mascaras and liquid eyeliners have a chance.  It's time to buy Kleenex tissues in bulk at Costco.  My eyes swell, and I can't even look at you. 

It hurts too much.

"QORI!!!!!!"  I scream and I run to you and give you one of our many bear-hugs.  "I need you!  You can't leave me!" and I cry like a bitch. But your reaction is joyful as you lick the tears off my face.

And I know that I have to be the strong one.  You shouldn't be the one consoling me.

But how can you leave me?  I really, really need you.

• I need you to keep me sane from the Ruffians.
• I need you to move into every room in the house that I may wander off to.
• I need your drunken-sounding barks at the neighbor's dog
• I need you to bring me a peace offering of a stuffed toy, dirty rolled up diaper, or anything else that you found on the floor at the moment I get home.
• I need to see your fur all over my carpet, and on my black clothes

I need you.  Don't leave me. Stay with me.

And I continue to bear-hug you.  Trying to permanently record all my senses at that moment.  How you smelled, how warm your fur was, how your breath sounded.  Just like I did 7 years ago with Bingo. 

Its a fucked up thing when loved ones are taken away, and yet life fucking goes on.  Why doesn't it stop???  While I sit here in an emotional retardation, not able to move past to the acceptance stage.  7 years, and I still have beautiful dreams that Bingo is alive only to be stabbed in the heart all over again when I awake.  But even with Bingo, you were there.

And soon you won't be.  

I have to be strong, and not cry in front of the Ruffians.  I have to be happy while there is an elephant in the room moving into every room that you wander off to.  I signed up to be your human and protect you from this fucked up world.  And nothing's going to change that.  I'll be damned if I will put you through any pain due to my own emotional greed. I love you and will not let you suffer when I see it.  We've had hard times in this life, but we've always been together (pre- and post- Ruffian kids): You and I. No matter what.

And that's the way it will be until the day comes that I see you off to Mokee, your chocolate labrador idol. 

I love you.... Never forget.

Because you're damn sure I never will.

-Shirley

Nailed it: Subtle

I really wanted to try gel nail polish, so I put it on my Christmas list, and lo-and behold my secret Santa sister got a kit for me (along with a cute purse)!

The only thing is that my sister and I couldn't be any more different when it comes to decorating (this includes our homes, nails, and fashion, etc.)  For example: you walk in her house and bam - you're in a Martha Stewart magazine.  Shades of white or "eggshell" with one splash of color.  You walk into mine, and you might as well be in a Morrocan temple, splashes of color & pattern everywhere.  So I joke that she's too subtle.  Once she went to get her hair done in the trendy "Ombre" style, but she asked for it to be subtle.  She came home 3 hours afterwards and looked NO different in my eyes.  LOL - my eyes can't decipher subtle shades!  Had she gone blonde, I would've noticed that!

So it wasn't any surprise that she chose this shade for me.  Sally Hansen "Shell We Dance".  And it was no surprise that I had to bling it up at least a little!  I've been wearing it for a few days now, and I'm finding it surprising that the shade is growing on me............................



............................. subtlety growing on me, that is.  ;)

-Shirley (Mama-Ruff)  

I'm Four Years Old!

You were so excited that it was your birthday, because you knew it would mean cake, presents, and balloons!  Each time you received a present, the joy reverberated from within your bones and came out in a shrill.  You didn't even need to say, "Thank you".  We already knew.

You got more overpriced Godzilla action figures to go with your Christmas collection, and your brother got a conciliation present in the form of the book, Llama, Llama Time to Share.  You also received a dino kite, and walking talking Velociraptor, and a sand digging toy for you to sit on that looks like an excavator truck.

You loved your birthday so much, and this is the first birthday where you can answer the question, 

"How old are you?"  

I think it's awesome that you get it now.

What's Diego like at Four?

• You talk (a lot) but I still take you to speech therapy.  We are working on the "L" sound so that "like & love" don't sound like "hike & hove".  We're also working on prepositions and some words like kitchen, don't seem to be in your vocabulary.  How can kitchen not be in your vocabulary, yet the other day you were asking me where your "Stygimoloch" [dinosaur] was?!!!
• You love babies.  Each time a baby cousin comes to visit, you're all kisses and hugs, and even want to hold them. You also talk about your baby cousins for days afterwards.
• Your appetite has improved so much, and now it's your brother Tater who's making feeding time hard.  You really seem to like fish and shrimp or maybe any seafood for that matter.  When you see a crab or lobster in a tank, you usually say, "I want to eat it!"  Oh- and that cake in the picture?  Half of it went straight to your tummy!
• You still take about a two-hour nap although sometimes it is forced.  And usually anytime you wake up, you're in a total bad mood and a scream-fest ensues.  What's up with that, Diego?
• You understand the concept of opposites.  For instance, when I say, "I love you, Diego." You usually reply with,"I hove you, Dada", and laugh waiting for me to say, "Hey, but I'm Mama!"
• You're feeding yourself now, because you're "bigger" but yet you won't get potty trained :(
• The funniest thing you said this year was in response to us trying to get you to sleep in your own bed:  "I sleep in my bed; I have no FAMILY!"

Love you DD!  Happy birthday from your family - you DO have a family ;)

-Shirley (Mama-Ruff)

Tater Tough Cheeks

Hubby commented the other day on how thick Tater's cheeks are compared to his brother's.

"They're at least two inches thick, and when you kiss him they're tough," he said.  He then followed up with "And Diego doesn't have any cheeks"

"That's because Mateo's always smiling," I responded.

His brother is kind of known for being a sour-puss.

-Shirley (Mama Ruff)

I had it good...

For two and a half weeks, I had it good.

I didn't have to work, I didn't have to clean (much), and most of all I didn't have to cook!!!!

My in-laws came to stay with us for Christmas through New Years (and birthdays in between), and I gladly surrendered my kitchen! Aside from the domestic help, I really do enjoy spending time with my in-laws. I miss their presence and help, but at the same time it's good be back into my normal swing, and along side my Golden Retriever, who gets banished to my parent's house every time my in-laws come to town.

-Shirley (Mama-Ruff)

Nailed it: Camping Under the Stars

I don't think that I will ever be able to "just" wear a solid color again.  I'm having too much fun, resurrecting my old nail-hobby.  This is OPI's "I brake for manicures" with a top coat of a gold glitter Wet N Wild nail polish that I picked up at the drugstore and meant to use for New Years. It was the part of the Fergie collection.

Makes me want to camp under the stars.....


If only it wasn't so cold outside!  - Shirley (Mama-Ruff)

Doting and Driving

The ice in my veins thawed for about 5 seconds, and it was the oddest feeling that came over me.  I kept remembering the scene in "The Grinch" where Jim Carey's ass gets beaten as his heart starts to grow.  (I guess I'm not over the Christmas season just yet).

These two boys, Man.  I don't get them being boys most times.  I'm not a girly-girl, but I'm definitely not a tomboy either.  I have ZERO interest in sports, drinking beer, or fast cars.  But when I saw Diego shifting gears, in complete control of the mini-beemer we got him for Christmas.  And Tater, just barely turning two and turning tight corners in his Audi (I knew he wouldn't understand reversing, but I had no idea that he'd catch on to steering so quickly!).  Something came over me.  I think it was pride.  I'm not a doting mom at all, and it took a lot in me not to post a doting mom status update on FaceBook at that moment. 

'Really?!'  I thought to myself.  'Of all the things that could soften my heart with these Ruffians, it was watching them drive a car?!!!!!!!'  It didn't make sense at all.

I'm afraid this may mean there's a chance that I'll become the soccer mom I never thought I would be.  Or maybe I'll just drink a Corona, and call it a day.

-Shirley (Mama-Ruff)