Change is like a curse word in my vocabulary. I absolutely hate change. Okay, I don’t hate it, but it’s not exactly my favorite item on the menu of life. I know, that’s kind of a funny statement coming from a Marine wife, considering that that cursed word is bounced around like a rubber ball in the military scene. Despite my despise for change, we’ve experienced some very welcome changes in the recent weeks. For starters, days before my husband left for the 9/11 Memorial trip, we got a new car! Well, not exactly new, but new to us. Our poor little Impala is hanging onto its last threads, and we’re just not so sure how much longer it can hold on. After having procrastinated for a couple months, I told my husband it was time. We had to get a new vehicle pronto! I was not about to let him leave for New York and have our only car poop out on me. Every time Evan leaves for anything, something goes wrong with the car. I pictured Ian and I getting stranded on a busy highway, with help from no one but some burly backwoods North Carolinian hillbilly with a crazy name like JimmyJoe. Nope, not happening. So, we got in our car and drove two hours away to find our future vehicle. After a long, frustrating, and exhilerating day, we drove back home with TWO cars . . . our Impala and our Grand Cherokee Laredo. Yep, we got a Jeep! And what a beauty she is. She rides/drives so smoothly. I’m in love!
That Jeep was one change I was more than ready for and eager to explore. Now we just have to get permanent base stickers put on it. Notice the flapping paper in the windshield. Yeah, that’s our temporary sticker. Without that, there’s no way I’d be able to drive on base with our awesome new Jeep, and we can’t have that!
This past weekend brought with it some wonderful new things! Summer had taken its toll on me, and I was so done with the sweaty warmth and buggy heat. Eager for Fall to hit, I found myself saying nearly every day, “I can’t wait for Fall! I’m so excited to start wearing sweatshirts again!” I probably drove Evan crazy with how often I said it. I’d even send him text messages at work. I became a psycho maniac, burning Fall-scented candles and wearing sweatshirts around the house. Last Thursday, I even decided to go to Dunkin’ Donuts and use my coupon for a free pumpkin spice latte. Considering my bad experience with lattes at Dunkin’, it’s amazing I even went there. But who can ignore a free coupon? The reason I say I’ve had bad experiences at DD is that every time I’d get a latte, they’d always put way too much syrup, no matter how many times I’d tell them to not put too much. I like sweet drinks, but I’d rather drink coffee flavored with syrup not syrup flavored with coffee. So, I waltzed in with my free coupon and got my drink. That drink forever changed my view of Dunkin’ Donuts. One sip, and I felt like I had tasted a bit of heaven in a cup. Ever wondered if Fall has a taste? It does; in a pumpkin spice latte from Dunkin’ Donuts! I will never get a pumpkin spice latte at Starbucks ever again! This is one change I’m going to keep.
I was hoping my over-enthusiasm for Fall would subliminally let God know how ready I was for the cold weather. Well, He more than subliminally gave me my wish. We woke up Friday morning, and Fall had dropped in like a bomb! It was 63 degrees outside! Evan had the day off, so to celebrate, we threw on sweatpants and sweatshirts, bundled Ian up, and enjoyed breakfast outside. The celebration didn’t last too long though, because the wind had picked up and our coffee was getting cold. Suddenly hit with the itch to go out for the day, we made up a list of errands and went on our way. First stop: Petsmart, to get some things for Sierra. When we pulled up to store, we had no idea what lay in wait for us inside. Petsmart donned a sign outside, saying that they were having an Adopt-A-Thon for cats. Just for fun, Evan and I decided to look at the cats. We stopped at the first cage, and one of the kittens hissed and clawed at Evan. He yanked his hand away and proclaimed, “And that’s one of the reasons I hate cats!” Neither of us were really cat people; we’re prefer dogs, so that’s why we never expected the feelings that would take over our bodies and souls when we came across Gemma. She was in a cage with two other kittens, lazily sleeping with her front legs hanging outside of the cage rungs. We asked to hold her, and I knew we were in trouble when she nestled deeply into Evan’s arms and purred contentedly. One of the adoption members exclaimed that Gemma had chosen us. At that moment, we turned to butter. All negativity toward the feline race melted away into oblivion. Within hours, Evan and I adopted our 5-month old kitten and had everything she needed to begin her life at our home. We don’t regret our decision one bit. She’s a sweetheart. I was concerned about how she’d handle our son, but I’ve never seen a cat so patient with a baby. He’s flat-out sat on her, and she just merely moves away to avoid being squashed to death. She hasn’t brought out her claws to him once, even when he slaps her in attempts to pet her. It’s as if she recognizes that he’s too little to really understand the proper way to treat her. Has Gemma turned us into those major cat people? I wouldn’t necessarily say that. I have a feeling she might be the only cat we own. She won our hearts and that sort of feat can only be accomplished by a special kitten.
The following day, we decided to go out to a local park and take some Fall family photos. Evan took most of the pictures, and I think he did an incredible job! We’re in the process of choosing a name for our upcoming photography business, but we keep drawing blanks. We’re open to suggestions! 🙂