Online musings of everyday life....

Tuesday, July 31, 2007

40th

Ok, so today is my birthday -just so's ya know! Big 4-0! I know, I know - 40's are great! uh-huh. Whatever. ;-)

Sunday, July 22, 2007

The End of the 30's

As I stand on the precipice of the end of my 30’s I have mixed feelings of remorse and of elation.

Is that possible?

The only way I am able to keep from having a total breakdown from turning 40 (and, no I am not getting any sympathy from my friends whom are older than I) is by looking back on my 30’s.

Where they that good?

The answer is no. They weren’t.

Oh, don’t get me wrong – there were some highs and low’s – but, mostly the later.

As I sit on the back porch this Sunday watching the afternoon fade into twilight, I sip my bourbon and coke and reminisce.

I can only recall this 30’s journey from the moment I bought my house – which was in ’97. I cannot believe that I was only 29 when I bought it. So – despite the 30’s – everything starts from there.

I bought the house in ’97 with the gf of 7 years. Little did we know at the time that we would only be together in that house for another two years.

Everything seemed to go downhill from there.

Two years of house disasters, working on the house every weekend and not having any money or time to enjoy the things we did previously when we lived in an apartment.

After 2 years and at the tender age of 31 my mother passed away of cancer and my gf and I had a terrible break up. I managed to keep the house through the divorce and fought to hold onto it for the next several years of being flat broke, struggling and grieving at the same time.

The dark years followed from this point on.

I went through as many meaningless sexual conquests as one can imagine in such a short time. I cried, worked, caroused and suffered much heartbreak until the age of 34 and then met this woman. And, you know what happened after that.

Then, I left my job, got a new job and met this woman – and you know what happened after that, too.

Currently, I am with a wonderful woman whom I adore and whom adores me [and, I might add is the girl of my dreams that I pinch myself on a daily basis]. I have managed to hold onto my house and am comfortable. I have two cars and a motorcycle. A Rolex.
I have traveled and I have a new job that I love. I feel I have come a long way in my 30’s and have earned my stripes – or scars.

I think of all this as B and I are having coffee in bed this morning.

She looks at me, smoothes the hair off my face and says “Baby, what are you thinking? Are you ok?” I look at her and smile and say “I am just fine, baby” and roll over and kiss her.

Yeah….goodbye 30’s – good riddance. Hello 40’s!

Wednesday, July 18, 2007

Baseball Game Etiquette

As you all know, I have been going to a lot of baseball games lately. So, I thought i would put together a post of things I have observed. (for you, r.d.)

Baseball game etiquette which also includes fashion faux pas:

1.You are at a BASEBALL game – not hockey, not football, not golf or tennis. So, leave the hockey jersey in the closet and wear a BASEBALL cap or jersey if you’re going to wear one.

2.Wear a hat that supports one of the teams that are playing. If you are fan enough to be there then SHOW it! No one wants to see a – cough – hat of another team that’s not even playing. (and, I know – this is a big sacrifice for me since I have two Boston hats now – one of which is still not broken in)

3.Dress appropriately – shorts, t-shirts, jeans, etc. No yoga pants, shorty-shorts and jean skirts (especially, in a size 14 – if you need a mini-skirt in that size it’s probably not appropriate to wear)

4.Drink responsibly. Don’t spill your beer on the poor little boy’s head in front of you while you jump up and down in your tight, mini-skirt to cheer. (and, if you must jump up and down wear a bra with support so you won't flash the poor little boy as well)

5.If you purchase cotton candy don’t hold it up while eating it and block the view of the spectators behind you.

6.If your child isn’t potty trained yet then skip the baseball outing until they are old enough to be escorted to the bathroom and sit in their own chair. (instead of on your lap and kicking the person’s chair in front of you)

7.If you are worried that your child is going to spill blue slushie on the person in front of them’s head then DON’T BUY THEM ONE! Don’t just sit there and yell at the poor kid the whole time he/she is eating it while doing a balancing act. (Unless it’s on #4 girl's head)

8.Don’t stand in the aisle and talk to someone sitting down while the game is on.

9. High heels are not appropriate attire at a baseball game – especially, when trying to navigate up and down steps and falling into the lap of the person sitting on the aisle seat (despite it being wildly entertaining! ;-)

10. And, last but not least – try not to throw your peanut shells onto the person’s head in front of you.

Play Ball!

Friday, July 06, 2007

Summertime

After reading rd’s post I can totally relate - I think I have been in the summer daze as well. Summertime being my most favorite time of the year I sit here and think I just cannot believe it’s July already. Like rd – next thing you know it will be fall, football and leaves.

I still don't want to think that far ahead. I am living in the moment as well – not only because of the weather but also because of love.

EAAAAH! Yes, I said it!

Good Goddess!! I have turned into a mushy-mush-mush moony-eyed peon!

And, baseball! I actually bought tickets to a game!
(and, anyone who has watched the Braves this summer can you guess who Calvin here is mimicking?)
Anyway, back on track to what I started out to say is that where is summer going? I somehow want to grasp it in my hand forever. Like moments at the beach, waking up next to B and just the newness of love.

I never want it to end.

And, also like rd – I am not sure why all the blogging has gotten lost in the mix. I think it’s the combination of summer, a full schedule, love, meeting some of the peeps in Chicago...

...and that it’s not wintertime and being bored out of my frozen skull.