The Horse Ran Away with My Apple

I think this is a case of mixed metaphors, but it makes for a hilarious title, so whatever. Normally one would say "Putting the cart before the horse" or "Upsetting my applecart." Well, what happens when the cart you put before the horse is full of apples? The horse runs away with your apple, of course!

I'm sorry I haven't been that active on here lately; I haven't even got a creative excuse (I went scuba diving with my boyfriend near St. Bart's and was attacked by a whale shark and have been recovering in a Swiss hospital). I have summer school, which I feared would both upset my applecart AND be a case of a cart before a horse, but it actually seems to be going well. Motivation is somewhat lacking, but I blame that on the languid heat of summer and my cat.

To play along with the random theme of mixed metaphors, I think I shall relate a cat story. Once upon a time there was a black witchy cat named Bella, who was obsessed with water. Having chosen a preferred human to harass, she then joined that human in the bathroom every morning in order to leave little brown kitty paw prints all over the (once-clean) tub. Miss Bella would wait, patiently or impatiently, for her human to emerge from the tub before jumping in herself. She also discovered that batting a toy duck around in the tub makes a GREAT noise, and is guaranteed to distract her human and allow her to escape into said human's bedroom.

This cat has not run away with a fiddle; she took my heart in her little black paws, but I was kind of prime for a theft of that sort. "The cat ran away with my heart" is more of a Hallmark card sentiment than a metaphor; she did run away with my St. Patrick's day necklace, and with the $2.00 bouncy ball I received for Christmas. 

My boyfriend has also run off with my heart, but he can't go very far without me (hehe) because I'm almost positive I've got his in return. (Yeah, we're cutesy. Deal with it.) He calls me a kitty, mostly because I am perpetually yawning and I sleep either all over the bed, or in a tiny little ball.

If my cat tries to eat everything I eat, and I am a kitty who adores fruit, maybe my mixed (pureed) metaphor should be "the cat ran away with my apple." I have lots of toy horses from my little-girl phase, but I don't have many cats. I collect toy dogs. I have eight so far, ranging in size from one that fits in the palm of my hand to one bigger than I am. But I digress. I am avoiding my Logic reading.

Oh, that's the call of the black witchy cat.

Ciao, peeps,
Wolfgrrl

A Prayer

Hello, God. It's me. 

I know I have a spotty record for coming around; I hope you're not offended by that.
I also know that it seems like I ask a lot, because I usually ask for help on the big, scary things.
I hope you can understand why.
I hope you can understand why this prayer matters more than any other.
They tell me you are the All-Father, who sees and hears all.
Please see into my heart.
Please see my sincerity.
Please see my fear.
Please see my unworthiness and overlook it, as fathers do.
I would like to ask for help, God.
I would like my love and my faith to be rewarded with honesty.
I believe that you have sent me a special guardian angel.
I believe that you know what you have planned for me - if you have anything planned.

And I hope, from the deepest part of my heart, that I will be worthy of this love and a good keeper of this faith, and that I will be rewarded with honesty, and a relationship that gives me shelter from life's storms.

I know there are many things I am risking that I don't consider.
I know that there are many angles I haven't considered.
I would ask for a merciful acknowledgement that this is right or wrong.
Please, God.
It would comfort me.

Thank you.
WolfGrrl

The Little Things

I think the best things in life are the little things you don't notice until they go wrong or disappear. The satisfaction I get from cleaning my room, or washing my lunch dishes, or baking a cake that doesn't fall is equal to the satisfaction I get when I finish a semester at school or pass an exam.

I like to wake up and talk to my boyfriend. I like to know that he's smiling just as stupidly as I am. I like to send my friends funny things I find in my daily life, or update them on something random that happened to me in the grocery store. I like finding a jar of Nutella for $4.65. I like seeing the dog stretch, or feel the cat rub her head against my side as she dozes next to me on the sofa.

I like to laugh. I like to watch Pride and Prejudice and clap when Darcy and Lizzie get married. I like to take a nap, and wake up with all of my stuffed animals on top of me or in my arms. I like to watch Lord of the Rings with my mama, or tease my daddy on the phone.

Who isn't satisfied by catching the bus on time, washing your hair, eating a cookie, vacuuming the floor? I washed my car (an event and a half), but it was so pleasant to see it sparkle in the sun. And I got a suntan as well! I like to write a sentence that is so beautifully balanced, it sings like the hills in The Emperor's New Groove. We can learn from Kuzco and Pacha. Simplicity is a wonderful, wonderful thing.

(And so is finding a towel to clean up the spilled water on the kitchen floor, hrmmm)

Cheers!
Wolfgrrl

Bella

Bonjour. Je parle en français d'aujourd'hui.
Ma famille a adopté un petit chat noir. 
Elle s'appelle Bella, pour Bellatrix Black. 
Elle est tres jolie mais elle est aussi un peu de mal. 
Elle est petite. Elle est noire. 
Elle joue avec moi tres bien. 
Maintenant elle dormit. 

Bienvenue dans la famille, petite Bella. 
Tu es une bonne amie. 

WolfGrrl