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10:15 … nah, it’s 4:30

I am bananas over my guy.  And stayed up because he was worried about his best friends dog.

I had this song hit me – and thought about my very best friend.

The good times.  The young times.  The innocence and the not so innocent times.

And him.

Back in the college days, Lisa and I would get ready and go out.

Here we are through the years:

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We always had such fun.  Not only did we have music we swooned to, but she had TONS of clothes, and she would rock them with her pixie hair cut and  I felt so … less than, and always loved her. We have memories of Nine Inch Nails … before you knew them. lol.  And always will. I have a top she loaned me, that I still have.  It’s too big  on me now.

It’s weird isn’t it?

How we grow and who stays and who doesn’t?   And when it comes to girlfriends, most of them stay.

But my best ‘boy’ friend back then … stayed.  For the most part.

Life took him in a crazy direction – but I found him.

It’s very odd that the guy I didn’t realize meant so much, would end up being my ever after.

I find it more strange, that my son turned out to be just the epitome of him.

A marvel comic fan.  A Dungeons and Dragons player – someone who marches to the beat of his own drum, and never has cared that anyone was in tune with him – while all along, he had a musical ability.

It’s crazy to me – that after 25 years, after clubs and ditching college classes and being my sons age – I should discover that the one I loved all along without knowing it, would be the one I loved.

I wrote to my sons girlfriend tonight.  I told her I was sorry.

That I had forgotten what it was like to be 20.  How important those feelings that I so easily discounted in my 40’s were back then.

They were important.

And real.

And if they mattered enough – they stuck in the 40’s … and still emerged butterflies.

Flu, inspiration and natural 20’s

Chills, ear ache, headache, leg cramps, ok – let’s just say, everything from my hair to my toe nails ached.

My co-workers were refusing to use my phone by mid-day yesterday.

Thought I might just die, but plowed through like a champ and got things accomplished that I’m actually proud of.

I was so inspired by what I had learned and put into action that I told my son today, “It’s been a crazy two days at work, but I did it. And you are smarter than me.  So wanted you to know, you can do the ‘thing’ – whatever ‘the thing’ is.”

We argued about who was smarter – then I ended that argument with “Ok, I’m more experienced, but you have natural talents I don’t.”

He did not disagree. LOL!

He just left to play D & D – and asked me to tell someone he was getting married – apparently he ‘rolled a natural 20’.  (Whatever that means.)

I passed on the message and went on a little tangent.

I’ve decided I’ve never been heartbroken – and I’m betting a lot of people who think they have … haven’t.

I’ve been what I’m coining ‘hopebroken’.

Investing faith and time and large portions of my life in people I believed in.

People  who gave me butterflies – that turned out to be moths.

My heart is not broken.

It’s completely capable of loving.

And the great thing is – my hope is never completely broken either.

I bounce back.

I have too much faith in ‘good’ to just chuck away the ‘hope’ card.

And I am hopeful.

And I am smiling.

Because I have something to smile about – I have a LOT of things to smile about.

And I’ll admit it – I’m such a nerd, I hope to hear one day “I rolled a natural 20”.   And I’ll know what that means now, and I’ll smile.

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After I finished this post, I was informed a natural 20 doesn’t mean getting married – and I googled a bit … then got fuzzy again.

 

Look at the confusion!  Then I got more info.  After IM’ing my son, he said the 20 was: “Lol it was to get out of getting punched in the face.”

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Sigh.

That boy needs to use commas in his oral presentations!

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I still like the thought behind it.  So I’m leavin’ it. lol

 

Musings from the laundromat: Hibernation, movie posters & time with Nic edition

I’m late again.  I did bump into my glaucoma man though – exchanged a wave.

Was hard to wake up today.  The darker it is in the morning and the cooler it is outside, the more I want to stay in my covers.

I spotted this on a friends wall the other day and laughed – perfect.
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I’ve certainly been eating enough for the event!  I sent this to one of my bosses on Friday – had to make it clear there were to be no more treats for me!

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I did have a lovely treat that evening though … Nic was home.  And we actually spent time together!   Our friendly neighborhood cable company sent the annual ‘Free Movie’ in a card to its ‘VIP’ customers.

I think VIP only means I bundled.  Phone/Cable/Internet – you get a card at Christmas. lol.

We watched Guardians of the Galaxy together and drank Egg Nog.  It was wonderful.

He left again last night – to go to work.  Not sure when I’ll be seeing him again, but I’m assured that he’ll be home sometime Christmas Eve and will still be home Christmas morning.

He works in a theater and I told him: “You have GOT to get ‘The Interview’ Christmas release poster!”

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As theater employees, they’re able to take old posters that they’re interested in.

I knew it would end up being a collectible – and the nerd I am, I wanted this one badly!

Honestly would have framed it and kept it.  Love the colors and lets face it, it represents historical significance.  Whether it turns out to be North Korea or whether it be the beginning of Hacker warfare – it is of importance.

Nic apparently didn’t end up working last night – so no poster 😦

Before he left though, I did get some goofy selfies with him – and I’ll share a montage with you.

It is also of historical significance, because our time together is waning.

 

 

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Love that boy.

I’ll miss him when I’m hibernating. 😉

Oh, and Happy Solstice!

Musings From The Laundromat

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“To Delete or not to Delete, that is the question.”

Wonder if Shakespeare had the internet if he would have erased any of his works.  Maybe a poem he re-read in the morning and thought ‘That is crap – what was I thinking?’ (That is crapeth?)  But because someone took the trouble to type set and print and distribute, he couldn’t do a take back.

You know who I think would post something and have writers remorse?

Poe.

I can imagine him having a particularly morose day and  ingesting a bit of opium and pouring his heart out about unrequited cousin love.  Then waking up the next morning to the caw of a raven (Do ravens caw? I think they caw.  You’d think they’d crow.) anyway, waking up and slapping his forehead and groaning “Nevermore.”

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I bet he’d delete.

What I’m getting to, via the scenic route, is that I contemplated taking my last post down.

I guess I wasn’t using large enough capitals when I said that I would never have done it.  (Take ALL the medicine.)  One tweet to me said ‘glad you didn’t kill yourself’ and I actually giggled – then thought, wait – did people not read ALL of my words?

It’s not a funny topic.  I’m not making light of it.  And believe me, I was disturbed by how easily the thought came to be – and if I’m going to be disturbed, I’m bringing you along for the ride.

Because that’s  what I do.

I will not delete.

There are diaries I threw away from my days of debauchery that I so wish I hadn’t.  I’m not making that mistake again.  Authentic – unedited – Me.   That’s what you get.

I share the Good, the Bad and the Ugly with you.

Only when it is my story to tell.

Trust me when I say, if I felt comfortable naming names of some people in my life, and completely removing my moral filter, there are posts that I  could write that would go viral and change lives  – and not for the better.

Which is why I don’t write them.

Great segue to my next random thought.

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My Prince of 14 months finally traveled to my country very recently – however, not to my Kingdom.

That was a shot to the heart.

(Now I have Bon Jovi singing in my head)

I have eased some of the pain with lots and lots of ice cream.   Which is such a stereotypical ‘girl-with-broken-heart’ thing to do.  Yet SO unlike me.

I have never been a big ice cream fan.  But my son and I got into a little phase of banana splits recently and I got hooked.  I think mostly it’s all the whipped cream and nuts I put on top.

Maybe I should just have a ginormous bowl of whipped cream and nuts?  Or skip it and just go straight for the cream directly from the can.

 

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I spent quality time yesterday with two bowls of rocky road ice cream (with copious amounts of whipped cream and nuts on top of course) and watched a couple of movies.

Last weekend my son found a blu-ray player that was a steal and I wanted to see what all the fuss was about.

(He’s still not here much by the way – I’ve mentioned him twice, which would give the impression he’s been around, having banana splits and buying electronics and whatnot. He returned late last night and I only have two nights with him before he leaves the nest again for another week.)

SO back to the fuss.  To be honest, I couldn’t see much of a difference.  Although, to be fair and even more honest, my eyesight isn’t what it used to be and HD and non-HD look pretty similar to me.

I rented these:

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First let me mention that this deal Nic got on the blu-ray DVD player didn’t include a remote.

Next let me mention that not all ‘Universal’ remotes are universal.

I spent the better part of an hour trying to program one to the Sony BDP S360 with no success.

I almost threw in the towel and lamented the $4.75 I had spent on the rentals.  Then decided not to throw any towels and spent another half of an hour googling my little ‘want-to-watch-a -movie-and-don’t-want-to-have-wasted-this-money’ heart out until I found a code.

(I do this as a public service – if you have a Sony blu-ray HD DVD Player – and if you have a cable remote – try 21516 for Comcast and 1516 for Suddenlink.  It worked.)  Thank GAWD!

The Wolf of Wall Street was okay – probably all the hype elevated my expectations to an unreasonable height.  Leonardo is aging well though.

This Is 40 was okay as well.  I love the actors in anything they’re in.

When they said the part about the time between 40 and 60 being the best years of your life – I did a cursory glance around my empty living room and thought, well, I’m 5 years in and have 15 years to catch up.

American Hustle I did not watch.  The laundromat and DVD return box needed to be one trip – god forbid I exit the house twice on a Sunday.

Besides, my boy is home and laundry is done and the couch across from me won’t be empty today.

I’m staying put and enjoying what will be one of the best days of my week – and maybe sharing some of my ice cream.

Deleting trips away from loved ones is ‘to be’.

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*late breaking news – after publishing, and excitedly showing Nic the salmon and pie I planned for our dinner,  my boy announced he has plans for the day and night.  :/  #@&*!!

I’m refraining from heading to the freezer …  but let’s face it, it’s inevitable.

Empty couch and ice cream are in my very near future.

Slipping through my fingers

I just returned from a special day with my mom.

Driving home it was 111 degrees in my car, but I had goosebumps on my skin while listening to this song.

It is our song – no doubt.

We both cried the first time we saw this scene in a local movie theater.  For different reasons I thought at the time, but now I’m not so sure.

I had chosen the soundtrack for the car ride today as it was our special mother-daughter day.

She mentioned Dancing Queen and how she related to it and to the part of the movie when Meryl Streep said “I used to have fun.”

She told me one day I would understand.

I reminded her that ‘one day’ had come.

I look back now at the days before I was a mother.  When I was the Dancing Queen – young and, okay, not so sweet.  But God did I live!

I know she did too.

She was young and beautiful and had hopes and dreams.

I do understand.

I keep catching up to points in her life all the time – and all the while she’s having new experiences that ‘one day’ I’ll understand.

“Do I really see what’s in her mind
Each time I think I’m close to knowing
She keeps on growing
Slipping through my fingers all the time”

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I wonder if my mom knows how much she still means to me.

I watched her today, on a spa table.

She was on her back, eyes closed – golden red hair splayed out around her and she looked … so beautiful.

“Slipping through my fingers all the time
I try to capture every minute
The feeling in it …”

I said nothing for a while – just stared at her.

This woman who was my entire world when I was that school girl.

She lay there, very still, lit by artificial light – as if she were no longer alive.

I couldn’t bear the thought of it.

“You’ll make a beautiful corpse.” I said.

She smiled.

We have a wicked sense of humor.

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“Sometimes I wish that I could freeze the picture
And save it from the funny tricks of time
Slipping through my fingers
Slipping through my fingers all the time”

The thing about becoming a mother, is that it’s the exact moment we realize how much our own mothers love us! 

Then in necessary irony, the universe shifts the pull of gravity from her to our own children.

But as my child becomes a man, I find an unmistakable pull back to the woman who once had my whole heart.

Today I wanted to soak up every second I had with her – catching glimpses of the woman who once sat brushing my hair, making my porridge, stroking my forehead.

“Sleep in our eyes, her and me at the breakfast table
Barely awake, I let precious time go by
Then when she’s gone, there’s that odd melancholy feeling
And a sense of guilt I can’t deny”

As I dropped her off home –  we both said our I love you’s and good-bye’s …  I suddenly wanted to never say good-bye.

I wanted my head in her lap as she stroked my forehead  – I wanted to see her dance and to talk about her hopes and dreams.

She got out of the car and turned and waved …

“Waving goodbye with an absent-minded smile
I watch her go with a surge of that well-known sadness”

Slipping through my fingers all the time.