Cats, Christmas Trees, and Chicken

I'm going to tell you something that may surprise you.

Slade already had a woman in his life when he and I first started dating. This was actually one of the first things I learned about him. He told me her name, told me all about her personality, and even texted me a picture of her. Then, not too long after, I met her in person. 

Everyone, meet Rizzo, AKA: The Rizz. She's a whole lot of sass in a tiny little package. Her hobbies include racing people up and down the stairs (and tripping them on good days), loafing, flirting with her stray boyfriend through the sliding glass door, and spying on the neighbors. She's a pretty fun gal.

She's also the reason that I have to dope myself up on Zyrtec at approximately 6:30 every evening. I'm pretty sure she sees my allergies as a sign of weakness. I'm also pretty sure she is plotting my demise...although I did once read an article that said cats bite and glare at you out of love.  

Rizzo has had a particularly crazy week. I warned her that she was going to end up on the blog if she kept it up, but I think that's what she was secretly hoping for. Cats, am I right?

Slade and I put up the Christmas tree on Saturday. Ah, so festive...

Now, I'm not naive enough to think that she wasn't going to mess with the tree. She's a cat. Cats are curious. I knew it was inevitable. That's why I wasn't at all surprised to come home to this after we took a five minute trip to Walgreens. (Note the trail of flattened branches.)

Therefore, I also wasn't super surprised any of the other times we found the tree in a disheveled state. I was a little disturbed by the crazed look in her eye when I actually witnessed her take a flying leap and latch onto the top of the tree, but still...cats, am I right? Yesterday we barricaded her in the spare room while we were at work, but then decided that her freedom is more important than trying to avoid a few ornaments on the floor. Look at it this way...most people only decorate the tree once a year, but cat people get to do it EVERY DAY. 

Moving on...this morning I realized that we forgot to thaw chicken for dinner tonight. Now, one does not just leave things on the counter to thaw when they have a cat, so I devised what I thought was a genius plan. I put the chicken in the sink, then took one of our super heavy plates, that no normal cat should be able to move, and placed in on top of the chicken. I texted Slade so he could check on it when he got home, and went off to work. 

Around 4:00, I got this text:

At this point, I really did think he was kidding. 

How she managed to get that chicken, I'll never know. But at least the Christmas tree stayed in one piece. Oh, and more good news. She loves the Christmas blankets, and as of now has no plans to harm them. 


Is This Thing On?

Testing...1, 2. Testing... Can everyone hear me okay?

Greetings, for the first time since...what, May? I have been such a neglectful blog parent. Last time I wrote, I was still in Prague, preparing to make the move back home to Florida. Now, I have been home for five months, and life is already completely different.

Part of me wishes that I had kept up with blogging over the past few months. If I'm being honest with myself though, I just wasn't in the right place to do so. I was worried about coming back home. I had no idea what I was going to do, or how I was going to move to the next chapter of my life. My time in Europe was surreal. I lived a dream, and I learned more about who I truly am in one year, than I possibly have in the rest of my years combined. I was sad about coming back to a more "realistic" way of life.

For as long as I can remember, I have had a difficult time being content. Being a dreamer and a perfectionist can be a tough combination, and this combination has often left me thinking one of two things at any given time over the years:

1. Why aren't you following your dreams?
2. Why aren't you living up to your abilities?

If you have been reading for a while, the first thing you probably noticed is this blog is no longer called Miranda Writes. For a few weeks now, I have been feeling ready to jump back into writing. I knew though, that I needed to begin writing under different circumstances. Miranda Writes is full of years of posts that all lead up to basically one common theme...and that is me trying to figure myself out. Or, at least trying to figure out how to live a life that is true to the person I have always known I am deep down inside.

I have always jokingly told people that I struggle with having a "restless soul." This restlessness has led to a lot of negative things in my life, but it has also given me the constant push I need to grow and thrive. I feel that I am finally in a place where I am able to use my restless soul for contentment, rather than chaos. Hence, My Restless Soul has been born. My time abroad changed me in countless ways, but this ability to appreciate my restlessness is perhaps the most crucial change.

With all of this being said, I guess the last thing to do in this warm-up post is tell you what I've been up to since I've been back home. After floundering around for about a month and readjusting to the old U.S. of A, I began the job hunt and landed a position at a travel agency. I have been the office manager there for the past three months, but I was recently offered a new position as an air specialist. I'm really happy with this company, and I'm so thankful to be working in the field of travel...which is obviously very important to me.

I'm pretty settled in Gainesville, which is ironic considering I called Tallahassee home for five years. (You understand this irony if you're familiar with Florida.) But, it's nice being close to my family and friends. I also have a man in my life that I am pretty crazy about. His name is Slade, and I didn't expect him to pop up three months ago, but he has quickly earned the spot of "favorite person.".

I'm happy to finally be at a point that I'm ready to blog again. I have had several people ask me what is going on with my writing, and if I was planning to pick it back up. To those people...thank you! Writing is one of my favorite things to do as a hobby, but it makes it twice as enjoyable to know that there are folks out there who enjoy reading my thoughts.

Happy belated Thanksgiving, and I'll be back to check in soon!
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