Monday Listicles

I am sitting and typing, wearing my wellies.

Because it is wet and rainy and I am suppose to go pick up the last of the strawberries and tomatoes. And I will, I will. As soon as I finish this. In fact it is one of the many things I realized have not changed about me in the last 20 years or so: I never quite finish one thing before I move on to the next. Wait 20 years? I meant 2, you know since I turned adult and all…

Which brings me to the listicles. I am really excited about this weeks topic. Christine suggested we write a list of 10 WAYS YOU ARE THE SAME OR DIFFERENT THAN YOUR YOUNGER SELF and I can just see all your lovely and poetic lists! Thank you Christine for a lovely suggestion.

Next week topic was suggested by Bridget from Twinisms and backed up by Brandee from One Crazy Kid

And then by Ellen from Sisterhood of Sensible Moms which was supported by Robbie from Fractured Family Tales

In case you are unsure, next week is : 10 HALLOWEEN COSTUMES.

But first, here is how some things changed and some remained the same about me. And you?
Make a list, check it twice, link it up. Read others. Have fun!



1. I love spinach now.
Once grandma told me I am not to leave the table until I finish spinach that was side dish at lunch. She gave up and send me to bed 7 hours later.

2. I never talk on the phone.
I used to call my best friend as soon as I got home from school and talk for hours. And yes, we sat together in class. I must have used up all my minutes as a teen because I HATE talking on the phone now.

3. I never watch TV. Ever. Unless my friend Nola visits and we watch Justified together.
I had a TV in my room as a teen. MTV was on in the background all day. Again, must have burned my quota.

4. I love photography.
Some things never change, some loves grow every day.

5. I love outdoors.
Some things never change, some loves grow every day.

6. I love chocolate.
Some things never change, some loves grow every day.

7. I am still awkward around children.
I never babysat or helped anyone with kids and even after becoming a mom I am not naturally drawn to kids.

8. I still daydream.
I always imagined scenarios in my head and lived them out as a kid. Well I don’t act them out now but I still daydream all the time. Trust me when I run I am winning a Boston marathon.

9. I still color my hair.
In fact I have not seen my natural hair color since I was a teen. Imagine if it is the same as the one I pay good money for every month?

10. My name has changed.
Sure, I now have a different last name. But my first name is spelled differently too. Staša is now Stasa on my documents and Stasha in my everyday use. Confused? Me too, most of the time…

Twitter comic

This post is inspired by

Mama’s Losin’ It

5.) Draw a picture that best represents one of your most recent tweets and share it with us.

I will spare you my drawing skills and do a comic instead. And yes this tweet was send via an old Blackberry. I am so retro.

My first dog

This morning I was tweeting back and forth with Vicki about my very cool dog. Of course I was, as always, grateful for having Big M. Vicki is a super cool, wanna be her, kind of blogger that I stalk. That is why I get a little giddy when she seeks my opinion. Reading her blog you will understand why. So CLICK away.

As I was saying ( sure at least two hours elapsed since you ditched me to read Victacular), we were on the subject of getting a dog. I have one, she wants one. Let me explain to you why I am a subject matter expert:

Ever since I can remember I wanted a dog. My grandma was trying to persuade me a while ago to have more children. Being an only child myself, she was going to send me on a guilt trip with “remember how you always wanted a brother”. Yep, grandmas are slick like that and mine was trained by her mother. We have a long tradition in my family of annoying, manipulative women. I looked at her with pity, she must be loosing her touch.

“When did I ever ask for a sibling?!” I asked.

“True, all you ever wanted was a dog” my grandma admitted.

And she should know. At any given time I was bothering them for a puppy. I would work it into conversations, request for it as a birthday present and talk about it when I wasn’t begging for it. It must have worked, because they caved in and got me a parrot.

I know, I asked myself the same question. I wanted to like the parrot. But you cannot walk it or play fetch with it. Believe me, I tried. That is how one day it flew out of the opened kitchen window.

To replace the parrot, they bought me a turtle. I know, I am starting to see a trend here too. The turtle, in difference with the parrot, liked going for a walk. That is how one day it climbed out of the vivarium. Found her a few weeks later under my closet. We agreed it was for the best to donate her to the ZOO.

As if bird fiasco number one was not enough, I got a pair of lovebirds next. They were really in love. We had mad amount of eggs to prove it. The female finally gave up. I am not sure if she took her own life or suffered during egg laying. Male followed a few days later. Sadness, I presume.

You would think by now my grandparents would bite the bullet and get me a dog. No, next was a cat. That in all fairness stayed with us a few years. We thought he was male and called him Mickey. It would walk me to school every morning and come back to our 4th floor apartment every evening. But no matter how much the cat exercised, he kept getting bigger. Until one day we woke up to four kittens. Lucky for us Mickey was a fine name for a female too.

Once the kittens were old enough, mommy Mickey ran off with her lover. I kept one of her kittens. Who fell off the balcony. No, they don’t land on their paws. I can tell you that for sure, because a stray one I brought home a week later followed the same path into the abyss.

Surely with this unlucky streak of pets we were all going to give up the quest. AND BUY ME A DOG. No, I got a tank full of guppies. We installed a faulty water heater and woke up to a mass graveyard. And that was the day grandpa said I was getting a dog. Seven years and too many fallen pets later, I had a shaggy dog of my own!

He lived to be fourteen. He was my best friend. And my grandparent’s loyal companion.

What can I say, they should have bought me a dog in the first place.

So that is why I said to Vicki today when she starts negotiating for her Corgi to ask for a yak first. Then agree to settle for a pony. By the time they get to a small dog, she will seem reasonable to her husband. And if that tactic fails, I will be posting Top Ten Listicle on Monday just for them, about how Big M is the coolest dog ever. Then she can laminate it and pop it on the fridge. That is sure to seal the deal. Stay tuned.

This post was linked to Lovelinks #11.