#MondayMotivation, #MaltipooMonday, And a Confession From "Momma"

Update per the confession below (1:35 PM EST): Since "Momma" wants to clarify and give no wrong impressions, the person who "Momma" thinks might be Reilly's eventual "Daddy" is someone whom is from one of "Momma"'s ancestral states and whom she has known for some time, and may have made a donation to St. Jude's in her honor.
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While "Momma" is still looking for a full-time job—which reminds her that she needs to finish a project related to job seeking, by the way—she petsits her furniece and watches her "dogter"—both of whom give her two reasons to live and sometimes laugh, not to mention motivations for Mondays and the hashtag "#MaltipooMonday".

She also checks to see if a certain someone, whom she thinks is Reilly's eventual "Daddy", checks her blog (Feedjit and Clustrmaps, e.g., are useful apps 🙂.). Many a nights, that has kept her up—to Reilly's detriment—and unable to get to sleep right away—there's even a loneliness that pets can't fulfill for their owners, let alone that Reilly for "Momma". Especially as life closes in on both her and ever-patient Reilly, she often sighs out of heartbreak.

By the way, Reilly was oddly very playful at dawn as "Momma" woke up for a little while—she gave some kisses and nibbled "Momma"'s hand, and she enjoyed some belly rubs as well as ran around playfully (Eventually, "Momma" had to say that she and Reilly needed to go back to sleep for a while.). Maybe empathetic Reilly sensed some of the pain that Momma's enduring, even during this Thanksgiving month.

Also, by the way, Reilly did lick Momma's ring when she did show her it and asked her if she remembered it when she showed it to her last night—as "Momma" forgot for a moment (The exhaustion and, e.g., ADD get to "Momma".).

"Who Made This Mess? Was That You? Was That You?"—And Camille Ringled!

When "Momma"/"Auntie Nicole" was upstairs, she heard "Mom-Mom" ask Reilly and Camille, "Who made this mess? Was this you? Was that you?"

As "Momma"/"Auntie Nicole" found out, why the laugh-provoking admonishment occurred had to do with two puppies whom went into the bathroom and tore up the bathroom trash, and—as "Momma"/"Auntie Nicole" has experienced when they've gotten into the bathroom trash before—left it on the hallway carpet. She also found that Camille betrayed herself as the ringleader by giving the guiltiest looks that she could give—and she also heard Reilly's barks of protest against incrimination. Reilly, of course, gave "Momma" an "Uh-oh; I'm in trouble" look when "Momma"—whom later gave Reilly a talk—got downstairs.

Imagine if there'd been more people around to see Reilly's and Camille's antics! 

Somewhat Offbeat: Even When, God Willing, "Momma" Ends Up With Reilly's "Daddy"...

She'll never stop blogging about Reilly, especially since Reilly has been incredibly patient with her "Momma" since she came home two May 24ths ago. Incidentally, even though "Auntie Michelle" says that Reilly bites her nails quite a bit when she's cleaning her own paws, Reilly was quite reluctant to let "Momma" see her nails this morning—even softly growling at her and not easily letting her take her paw to examine it, trying to keep it under her chin to keep it to herself.

Patient Reilly shortly after "Auntie Michelle" brought her down to "go potty" and just before she took her.

Somewhat Offbeat: A Lonely "Momma" In A Crowded Room—And Even Putting Reilly Through Something Like 2014 Again?

"Momma" has realized for a while that her mental-illness flareups due to worrying about herself and Reilly have put Reilly through something like 2014 again. As "Momma" wrote a while back:

Despite her OCD, etc., Reilly is honestly among the reasons that she's still alive. She missed much of her first year for several reasons, among them being—if not with most of them stemming from—that she'd oversleep due to a Depression flareup after—to make a long story short—a relative's ex-boyfriend's sister used even LinkedIn to cyberstalk her in order to intimidate she after she had confronted the ex boyfriend about something. At least, meanwhile, Reilly got some naps when "Auntie Michelle" would bring Reilly upstairs to her room and there while she overslept—and puppies need up to 20 hours of sleep per day.

With "Momma" often staying up later than she should and being more sleepless compared to many others, she has exhausted both herself and Reilly. Even worse is when she's been lonely even with Reilly—her "dogter"—around, and even when Camille—her furniece—is around as well—let alone when she's been in a crowded room or at least enough of a crowd, with or without Reilly.

Being lonely is pretty easy for "Momma" when she isn't trusted about Reilly, anyway, let alone when she doesn't have someone whom'd understand that "Momma" is trying her best to be a good "Momma" to Reilly—not to mention that she thinks that she knows who her helpmate and Reilly's "Daddy" could be down the road and he seems to be sending her incredibly-mixed signals if he is who she thinks that he is—either way, "Momma" wishes for both her sake and Reilly's sake that:

1. She knew who Reilly's future "Daddy" is.
2. That the person who's sending her mixed signals would just tell her, especially for Reilly's sake

Yet, They Never Believe "Momma" Until "Momma" Persists In Getting Them To Pet Reilly

Granted that "Mom-Mom" worked from home today and was holding Reilly on her lap. Still, Reilly did exactly as "Momma" said that she would—she let the home-improvement contractors pet her and gave them kisses. Reilly also barks because she hates when people leave in fact, Reilly is gregarious to the point at which she licked the spaying team as she came out of the anesthesia!

By the way, if God wills and "Mom-Mom" allows, Reilly and "Momma" would love to have family, friends, and others—including whomever Reilly's "Daddy" is or might be—to come over and meet and/or visit with Reilly on Thanksgiving! Maybe there'll even be venison 😉!

In all seriousness, Reilly would love to meet and regreet people. As for Camille, even though she did let one other person pet her today, she usually misses only "Mom-Mom", her "Mimi", Shelby, and a pitbull mix in her neighborhood (in a platonic way, mind you; though as for Camille's "Auntie Nicole" quietly wonders if Cam's platonic song of lament would ever apply to her and and Reilly's "Daddy" in another way—"Momma" definitely gets verklempt and bazorgt about Reilly not having a "Daddy" and herself not having a helpmate around the holidays).

Meanwhile, Cam is becoming more than just Jewishly emotive—and she's always Jewishly emotive (despite that there's apparently no Yiddish word for "emoter"—and thus no farklenervort for "Auntie Nicole"'s "plimenitse"—although she does call her "puppeleh", semi Yinglish for "little puppy",).

I Will Not Register As A Muslim—And I Won't Pass, Either

As the old saying goes, we've "been there [and] done that"—we passed during from the later 1700s until today; some other branches of the family did the same, and (even though I'm a Jewish Christian) passing for gentile to me is as good as returning to Crypto Judaism was for my great-great-grandparents—even though God used the non ideal for the ideal, it still didn't work in the end for them. Given that their parents were Orthodox ba'alei teshuvah, they might as well have stayed Orthodox—their cycle ended up being Orthodox -> Anusim -> ba'alei teshuvah -> Anusim.

In terms of my family being known as Ethnically Jewish—whatever anyone thinks of those of us whom are Jewish Christians—it's come full circle, at least for me: especially because I'm a Christian, I'm not passing for gentile—and I defy Trump to drag me to "the ashbin of history" in the name of whatever Jesus he worships, because it's not the One whom he's never asked for forgiveness.

Another Instance When Barking Was Good On Ri's & Cam's Part

This time, the instance involved a creature that makes the doberman that once ran down the street look like a Maltipoo—that creature happened to be a buck, and a huge back at that! Of course, "Momma"/"Auntie Nicole" exclaimed "Holy ****!" when she saw him—he also walked up the street and behind a neighbor's house like it was nobody's business!

Had someone shot that buck, Reilly and Camille could've had venison with their "num nums" or as separate treats for a week! As was the case, though, the buck just went about his business—and as "Momma" types, Reilly is going on a walk with her cousin in tow and working-from-home "Mom-Mom" being the puppy ("dog") walker (and "dogs" are just really adult puppies).

(Incidentally, if only "Momma" had her eventual helpmate and Reilly's eventual "Daddy" in her and Reilly's lives—to be able to walk with Ri on one of her walks and to not walk alone on the weekends, e.g., would be incredibly nice—maybe even a Thanksgiving miracle will happen, and "Momma" will have something for which to be thankful like she hasn't been able to have in a long time—not to mention that Reilly, being a Matrilineal Poo[dle], would probably love to go on a hunt for venison someday if God willed.)