Crying, Cuddled on the Couch

These pictures were taken on manual mode.  #proudbloggermoment

 

I had deemed yesterday a 'domestic' day, and after a super fun day in the city with some friends, more to come later, I had big plans (i.e. dusting, organizing, pile sorting, and laundry folding galore).  I love and hate days like these.

Also may I give you all some love for being here and supporting me both newcomers and returners.  It's been a while since I've been around these parts, I know. I haven't given up just needed some time away from the 'web life' if you will.  The holidays, travels, and wedding plans have been keeping me busy enough.

Flipping the TV on just for white noise was harmless until Marley and Me was on. I was vacuuming and wasn't going to watch it, but then somehow found myself sitting on the teeny tiniest corner of the bed thinking, "I'll just watch until the commercial."  

Then I blinked and an hour and half later, there I was pathetically balled up, on the couch, cuddled next to my little Zoey, crying crocodile tears.  I have seen this movie a handful of times, and haven't ever shed a tear while watching it.  Twenty year old me was watching saying,"...what five years will do."

It'd be a understatement to say that Zoey has changed our lives; I often feel as though she had made our lives.  She acts perfectly (that is a bold-face lie, she isn't all that well behaved) as our baby girl, and we love her, spoiled or not.

Watching the Marley grow with the family yesterday was scary, intimidating, awesome, emotional, and insightful all at the same time.  My mind was running five gazillion-million miles a minute and there I was kissing Zoey (yes I give my dog approximately 97 kisses a day) imagining her with grey around her snout, 56 years young.

So after I had finished crying I realized in five years, I had gained life perspective.

Twenty year old me enjoyed the movie, but could not relate, nor see that far in the future.

Twenty five year me is begging time to slow down, and just pause for a second so I can enjoy my puppies energy, our engagement, my youth, and all the other things that are happening every single day.

I can't wait to see what happens in our lives. And I certainly can't wait for Zoey to grow to be a more dynamic part of our family.  We already have so many memories with her that I can't even imagine what the years to come might have.

And while at first I thought it was lame that I was sitting here typing an entire post about how much I cried during the movie, and how awesome my dog is. I realize it's awesome.

Things that Make me a Grown Up

At twenty five, there are no more excuses. 

I'm not really sure what I want to be when I grow up doesn't work anymore. Because I'm there.

And since when have I been graduated from college for four years, I still reference my college roommates as roommates, despite the fact that I've been living with my boyfriend (grown-up) for what's pushin' two years now (more on co-habitation to come).

But not much has changed since twenty four. I look pretty much the same, except the hair cut, and I can't visibly see more wrinkles so my anti wrinkle cream every night before bed regiment is hard at work. (I didn't wear that stuff in college), one point for adulthood.

I love my job, but can't say I'll be doing it forever. Could it be a career, absolutely. It counts as a win.

 

My car still needs gas and a wash in the worst way. It seems as if both those things are needed far to  often for a this girl to actually keep up.  But I do keep my tires freshly rotated and change my oil on the recommended schedule, so that definitely makes me an adult.

In elementary school my Mom used to pack my lunch, every day. I was pretty lucky, and she was the best, I always had a lots of fruit, and veggies, and the sandwich of my choice, packaged nicely in Ziploc baggies, an eleven year old can't be trusted with gladware.  Now I pack my lunch every day (insert creature of extreme habit here), but it's in glass Tupperware, which is a clear indication I have made it in life.

Wine is for adults, and as much as I thought slappin' the bag of Franzia in college counted in college, I was wrong. A glass (or two, or four) of chardonnay won't hurt anyone, and is a sign of maturity when consumed multiple times a week just for fun.

I see the doctor annually (no lady likes goin' in to the doctor more than once a year), and I get my teeth cleaned every six months; I've yet to have a cavity. And I even have my own health insurance (it's not big deal, but many people my age still pony up with their parents for this), so I am adding it to the list.  And the cherry on the cake, I have my very own own health flex spending account, which should add two points to my 'I'm for sure an adult board'.

We got a sectional, and while this is hardly something that would make the normal persons heart go pitter patter, every time I see it a small part of my inside smiles, and thinks, "Wow I am so grown up."

What points do I have working against me? Well.  I still drink too much (at times), shop at Forever25 Forever21, love Disney princesses, and live near my parents.  But I'd like to think that just adding to my character.