50(ish) Questions.

I’ve spent the week waffling about what topic I should write about, but nothing has really been jumping out at me. In a last ditch effort (my favorite kind!) to get something posted this week, I realized it might be fun to share a few things about me. This is undoubtedly due in large part because April, in an attempt to keep me entertained during this pandemic, has been mailing me—yes, as in the old-fashioned-snail-mail-it-is-so-exciting-to-see-something-in-the-mailbox-other-than-bills-mail—her answers to various quizzes she found.

I did a bit of googling and found one written a few years ago called 101 Fun and Interesting Questions To Perk Up Boring Gatherings and thought it was a good starting point. Don’t worry, I won’t be answering all 101 questions, but if you’re interested in seeing the full list click here.

50-ish Fun and Interesting Questions To Perk Up Boring Gatherings Blog Posts

Tell me the 3 best things about you.

I’m funny. I’m loyal. I’ll try anything once.

What’s your favorite holiday?

Thanksgiving. Food, family, friends, and football. What could be better than that?

On a scale of 1-10, how strict are/were your parents?

Sometimes 10, sometimes 1, but most of the time in the 7-8-ish range.

Who was your worst teacher? Why?

My 10th grade English teacher (whose name is escaping me). She told me that she never understood how I got into her Honors English class because it was clear I wasn’t good at writing and I should focus my efforts elsewhere.

If you could change one thing about yourself, what would it be?

Less procrastination

If you could be an Olympic athlete, in what sport would you compete?

Coffee drinking or perhaps marathon taco eating

What’s the most beautiful place you’ve ever been?

I think if you’re paying attention, every place is beautiful

Which historical figure would you like to be?

Queen Elizabeth I

What’s the right age to get married?

Whenever you meet the person in your life that you can’t live without (presuming, of course, you are of an age to legally get married).

If you could time travel, where would you go?

As long as I was guaranteed to come back: the 18th Century

What’s your favorite ice cream flavor?

Vanilla

Would you rather live for a week in the past or the future?

I think the past

If you could have dinner with anyone from history, who would it be?

Texas Governor Ann Richards

Do you feel like a leader or a follower?

Leader

What’s the most courageous thing you’ve ever done?

Picked up and moved across the world without knowing anyone. Three times.

Tell me 3 things you remember about kindergarten.

Coloring, recess, and naps

What’s your most embarrassing childhood memory?

I’m such a klutz, I don’t think I could pick just one…

What’s your favorite thing about one of your grandparents?

My grandpa had a way of making every single one of his grandchildren feel like she/he was the favorite.

If you could eat only 3 foods for the rest of your life, what would they be?

Tacos, bacon, cheese. Don’t tell my cardiologist.

Do you ever talk to yourself? When and what do you say?

All the time. I usually talk through all the shit I need to do and berate myself for the dumb shift I do or things I didn’t do.

When you’re having a bad day, what do you do to make yourself feel better?

Unplug, take a bath, drink some wine, and listen to music.

What’s your favorite smell in the whole world?

Coffee, the ocean, freshly cut grass

What do you think is the greatest invention of all time?

A coffee maker. Or any of the wonderful contraptions that help coffee reach me.

Would you rather win an Olympic medal, an Academy Award or the Nobel Peace prize?

Nobel Peace Prize

What’s your favorite time of day?

Early mornings, when everything is quiet and I can just sit with my coffee and not think about anything

What’s your favorite season?

Autumn

What’s the one food you could never bring yourself to eat?

Portobello mushrooms

What is the sound you love the most?

Children laughing, coffee percolating, rain

If you could pick a new first name, what would it be?

I rather like my name. Of course, my mother hates that I say “Sherry like the alcohol.” My dad wanted to name Truffeldina (my maternal great-grandmother’s name), so I learned from an early age to just appreciate the name you were given..

What is your favorite movie quote?

“Check out the big brains on Brad!” Oh…what? You thought it might be something profound? Definitely not.

What’s your pet peeve(s)?

People who don’t pick up their dog’s poop, people who are hypocrites, and people who are entitled assholes—especially to customer service workers

What’s your favorite kind of sandwich?

Ham & cheese on rustic white bread with pickles, mayo, and mustard.

Cake or pie?

Pie, but I definitely wouldn’t turn down cake…

Who is the kindest person you know?

My cousin, Teresa

What’s the best part about having siblings?

Having someone to perform my experiments on…

What is the scariest movie you’ve ever seen?

The Shining

If you could travel anywhere in the world, where would it be?

I want to travel to every single part of the world.

What is your favorite family tradition?

Driving around looking at Christmas lights and decorations

What are you good at?

Making coffee and being bossy

What trait do you like the most about yourself?

I always try to see the best in people

What fictional character do you wish you could meet?

Albus Dumbledore

What’s the first thing you do when you get home from a trip?

Walk in the door, drop my bags, and pick up my dog

If you could shop for free at one store, which one would you choose?

Amazon

What personal trait has gotten you in the most trouble?

Naturally, my smartass mouth

Which celebrity chef would you most like to fix you a meal?

Let’s just be real here, if any of them wanted to fix me a meal I am definitely available!

What is the best piece of advice you’ve received?

“Men are like cars, you have to test drive them before you buy one” Thank you, Granny!

What do you like to do on a rainy day?

Watch it rain, read, and watch movies

What is your favorite thing about the beach?

The sound of the waves crashing

Which of the Seven Dwarfs is most like you?

Probably Doc

If someone made a movie of your life would it be a drama, a comedy, a romantic-comedy, action film, or science fiction?

Definitely a comedy

Name a product or service you love so much that you’d happily be that company’s spokesperson.

A handful of coffee companies and anyone with cool luggage and travel gadgets.

As a child, what did you wish to become when you grew up?

A doctor

What’s the worst thing you did as a kid?

If you ask my brother, it’s that I put him in the dryer and turned it on…but in fact, I talked him into getting into the dryer and I never turned it on—I just turned on the timer.

What is the best part of being a part of your family?

Everyone is loud and opinionated, but everyone would drop everything to help one another. They might bitch about it the entire time, but they would be there no questions asked.

What is your favorite day of the week?

Any day I can have tacos, coffee, and sunshine.

That’s probably more than you ever wanted or needed to know about me, which is basically I can be bribed/kidnapped with tacos and coffee. Before I go: since there’s a lot of stress and uncertainty in the world today, I thought I’d share a little cuteness of a rather spoiled puppy. 🙂

The Hard Goodbye.

Happy National Dog Mom Day to all of you dog moms out there!

Now seems as good of a day as any to jump back in to blogging, as I should have already updated you on what’s happening in my dog life. Truth be told, I have been dreading writing about it. Mainly because I’m terrified I’m not going to do it the justice it deserves. If you follow me on all the regular social media outlets, you might have known that in the last 14 months, I said hello to a rescue whom we named Luna and had to say goodbye to my darling princess pupcicle, Addy, which was one of the worst days of my life. I think I handled it fairly well. And by fairly well, I mean, I laid in bed or on the couch hugging Beanie (Ann’s dog, who pretended to hate Addy but I think ended up missing her more than all of us). I certainly handled it much better than I thought I would: which was to drink heavily and completely fall apart. There was a bit of falling apart, but mostly compartmentalizing based on the rationale that I was doing what was best for her.

I 100% stand by that rationale. Addy was approaching 13 years old, which for a Labrador was well beyond the 10 year life expectancy. She was walking slower, never went upstairs, and spent most of her days sleeping. She was on several medications for arthritis and pain and it was becoming clear they were no longer working as well as they should.

But when I looked in her eyes, there was—as always—love and happiness. And so I told myself that it wasn’t time to say goodbye—although I made both Ann and the vet promise that if they thought it was time, they would let me know and even harassed April on her last visit about her thoughts. Probably not fair to put that on any of them (other than the vet), but sometimes you need to hear it from someone you love that it’s okay to say that it’s time.

Enter Luna. On a cold and snowy March morning, I’m downstairs enjoying my coffee in the quiet still of the morning when I hear Ann yell from upstairs “Uh, Sherry, COME HERE!” My first thought: oh shit what did Toulouse (aka The Evil Kitty) do? And from the moment of standing up and setting my coffee on the table to walking up the stairs, I envisioned numerous scenarios of things Toulouse destroyed or puked on or god only knows what else.

But no, Ann was looking out the window into our backyard and pointing at one of the dilapidated sheds. “What is that? Is that a dog? I think it’s a dog.” I squint towards the shed and all I can see is a fluffy, dingy head popping up and down and up and down and up and down. Ann asked “Is that Rocky?” (the dog from down the street) and immediately we hoofed it down the stairs and ran out to the shed. We peeked in one of the windows and breathed a sigh of relief. It was not Rocky. But it was below freezing and this fluffy bucket was a mangled mess, freezing, and probably starving and thirsty. The only problem was the door was iced shut and the windows too tall to climb into. We knew we absolutely had to get her out. We had no clue how to do it.

After about 30 minutes of prying on the door, we finally managed to open it enough for me to squeeze through. At first, Luna shied away from me but saw the towel in my hand and I think her survival skills overrode her fear and she jumped into my arms. I say “she” but that was only a guess and being used to having girl dogs. Her hair was so matted that we couldn’t tell what gender she was just by looking.

We took her in to the vet, who was visibly angry at the state in which we found her. He said said she looked healthy, but he honestly couldn’t do a proper exam unless they shaved her. I agreed and several hours later, he called back to say it took two people over 2 hours to get her shaved and she was severely emaciated, but thankfully did not show any signs of long term damage because of this. She lost two pounds of hair and was down to a very tiny eight pounds (a far cry from the 80 pound Labrador waiting at home!). However, the most concerning thing he found was that the limp Luna had when we found her was not because of the massive mats under her paws but rather because every single bone in her paw had been broken. EVERY SINGLE BONE.

Even worse than that? Her bones had already started to heal crookedly, so that her paw was at a right angle to her leg. She needed a cast to give her a better chance of it healing somewhat straight, however, to get a cast on required rebreaking all the bones and straightening them back into place. Poor baby girl. We scheduled the surgery for the following day and brought her home, wrapped in a blankie that she still loves to lay on.

As I mentioned earlier, Addy was no longer going up the stairs, but I didn’t want her to feel left out with this new puppy in the house, so Luna and I slept downstairs with her for the first couple of weeks. Slowly Luna got healthier, started gaining weight, and trusting us. Not-so-slowly Addy’s decline seem to be in a free fall and between the two of them, we were at or on the phone with the vet sometimes up to three times a week.

And then it happened. I gave Addy a treat and she choked on it. After I cleared her throat, I looked at her. Really looked at her and I knew. I knew it was time. I could see it in her eyes. She was tired, she was in pain, and I knew at that moment I had to let her go. A life without treats for Addy was not a life at all. I didn’t know how, but I knew that it was time to say goodbye.

I made the appointment, but her vet wouldn’t be back in the office for a couple of days. I took this opportunity to spoil the shit out her every waking moment and gave her all the human foods that she loved to eat: strawberries, cheese, bread, spaghetti, steak, cake, and one final bacon cheeseburger with fries. From the moment I made the decision and booked the appointment, I knew somewhere in my breaking heart that it was the right one. I worried that Addy would think I was replacing her with Luna, but in the car ride home from the vet while hugging Addy’s collar I realized that it was Luna who allowed Addy to be set free because Addy didn’t have to hide the pain anymore, pretending to be okay for my sake. Addy knew that she could go because now Luna was there and Addy wouldn’t be leaving me alone. My only hope is that Addy knew how much of a Labrador-sized hole she would leave in my heart when she laid her head in my lap for the very last time.