Thelma had Louise. Lucy had Ethel. Laverne had Shirley. In life few people besides those who are bound to us by blood truly accept us, love us unconditionally, but a true friend is the exception. There are no boundaries or off-limits topics, and when needed they are your biggest cheerleader and your harshest critic. As a woman, life may be incomplete if this type of friendship is never fulfilled. I mean look at the examples I named out of potential many-it is so influential that it is glorified on screen and in print time and time again.
We can not predict the day that we meet our Louise, and just as bitterly we can not predict the day they may be taken from us. I think as we are young and lively we assume that everyday is a given, and as cliche as it sounds that outlook is light years from the truth. But I am eternally grateful that my Ethel and I did live life to the fullest. We threw caution to the wind and left no regrets, well maybe a few but it never wavered our opinion of each other. There was a synergy.
"Tell me a story." I hear her now so vividly.
I hated sleeping alone in my apartment in the city, and since life took my male significant other away for much of the time I spent many nights sleeping with Michelle at her apartment and yes in her bed. It was never discussed, it just was. I never had to say I'm scared. She just knew. Plus, I hate being thought of as a P, but she always knew the truth. And she always will.
Missing you doesn't get easier I just learn to live with the longing. And yes at night I sometimes wish we were back in Wrigleyville, sleep-over style, making life plans, but most significantly I wish I knew at that time to thank you for making my life that much more amazing.
Tuesday, September 13, 2011
Sunday, September 4, 2011
I am a small shell of the wild child I used to be
There was a time in my life that excitement was at a premium. I ate at restaurants no one would dare bring a child to, I danced till the wee hours of the morning, I took off on last minute getaways, I enjoyed cocktails from the early part of the day into the night. Those days, however, are long in my rear view mirror. I am not a nun, by any means, but when I enter bars now I am moved more by the stench than the tunes.
The highlight of my weekend, besides the early morning tailgate with my kids, friends, and mimosas, was the purchase of a new vacuum cleaner. That's right, I was thrilled beyond belief to buy a vacuum, and I was very disappointed in myself for this reaction. Domesticity is now my vice of choice, when in the hell did this happen? There were days in my past that I blew hundreds of dollars to dance at the best clubs, but now I feel a rush in dropping coin for uber-clean carpets. This revelation of myself in my mid-thirties frightens me, because I can't help but wonder what mundane, trivial indulgences may await me in my future. And I must ask myself who the hell is this person?
And maybe it wasn't just the household purchase that got my juices flowing, but the fact that I was so moved by how my husband presented me the idea. The romantic that he is, he baby wrangled Saturday morning and let me sleep in, which I found to be very sexy of him. Lucky for me my Price Charming did not stop the seduction there. He then brought me breakfast in bed, and I have to say that being able to eat a meal alone and while still warm was magical, and after placing the tray on my lap he announced, "I am buying you a new vacuum today." I know some chickies would find this demeaning even offending, but not me, I found it to be quite endearing. His honesty was refreshing, because truth be told the vacuum was not an us purchase. It was indeed a me purchase seeing as how "us" may take it for a few test drives and then call it a career. I had mentioned a few times in conversation that our vacuum had seen better days, but never once demanded a new one, so I was moved that he remembered and it registered. Again, when we were in our 20's living life to the fullest I would have preferred gifts of a saucier nature but these days who has the time. What I do have is time to vacuum, and maybe find some time to formally thank my man. Maybe even dirty up the clean carpets.
The highlight of my weekend, besides the early morning tailgate with my kids, friends, and mimosas, was the purchase of a new vacuum cleaner. That's right, I was thrilled beyond belief to buy a vacuum, and I was very disappointed in myself for this reaction. Domesticity is now my vice of choice, when in the hell did this happen? There were days in my past that I blew hundreds of dollars to dance at the best clubs, but now I feel a rush in dropping coin for uber-clean carpets. This revelation of myself in my mid-thirties frightens me, because I can't help but wonder what mundane, trivial indulgences may await me in my future. And I must ask myself who the hell is this person?
And maybe it wasn't just the household purchase that got my juices flowing, but the fact that I was so moved by how my husband presented me the idea. The romantic that he is, he baby wrangled Saturday morning and let me sleep in, which I found to be very sexy of him. Lucky for me my Price Charming did not stop the seduction there. He then brought me breakfast in bed, and I have to say that being able to eat a meal alone and while still warm was magical, and after placing the tray on my lap he announced, "I am buying you a new vacuum today." I know some chickies would find this demeaning even offending, but not me, I found it to be quite endearing. His honesty was refreshing, because truth be told the vacuum was not an us purchase. It was indeed a me purchase seeing as how "us" may take it for a few test drives and then call it a career. I had mentioned a few times in conversation that our vacuum had seen better days, but never once demanded a new one, so I was moved that he remembered and it registered. Again, when we were in our 20's living life to the fullest I would have preferred gifts of a saucier nature but these days who has the time. What I do have is time to vacuum, and maybe find some time to formally thank my man. Maybe even dirty up the clean carpets.
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