Last night I was multi tasking. I was watching the Olympics, texting with my friend Dawn, catching up on my journal writing and finishing reading an article about Rachel from the Biggest Loser and her huge weight loss. Sometimes the Universe is on my side and I can do more than one thing at a time. I went to bed and woke up around 1:30 to go to the bathroom. (I drink too much water and have a bladder the size of a pea but that is for another post). The dream I had been having was so clear, so odd and so easily defined by what I was doing before I went to bed I just had to write it down.
I dreamed that Dawn was competing in the Olympics. She was going to do the downward slope ski thingy. Whatever it is what Bode Miller does and what I was watching last night. In my dream she had lost so much weight (Hello! Biggest Loser Rachel) that the Olympic committee was concerned for her safety and advised her not to compete. She was fearless (just as she is in real life) and insisted on competing. The Olympic Committee asked me to write a letter to Dawn (journal writing) trying to convince her not to compete. Their plan was to publish it in People Magazine (which I had been reading) to try to influence her decision. It was at this point that I woke up.
How funny is that? Everything that I had been doing right before I went to bed was represented in that dream. So here is my plan for tonight. Before I go to bed I am going to watch numerous Donny Osmond videos while eating cake, looking at Bridal magazines and Googling tropical vacations. A girl can dream.
Some of my happiest childhood memories were spent at my Grandparents house sitting in my Grandfather’s rocking chair watching Shirley Temple movies. For some reason my Grandparents got more channels on their TV and I only remember watching Shirley Temple movies and the Our Gang series at their house. As a special treat while we watched television my grandmother would serve us Root Beer Floats with her silver heart-shaped dessert spoon/straws and her famous open-faced grilled cheese sandwiches on TV trays. She made everything so special. I was so very lucky. I miss them and I will be singing this song all day in my head.
Jake and Elizabeth are getting married in 13 sleeps. Two weeks from today they will be Mr. Mrs. Jacob Hanley or how I will refer to them, Mr. and Mrs. Jakey Boom Boom Hanney. So you can only imagine that my head has been filled with thoughts of them and the upcoming celebrations. I wish I could say that my thoughts have all been happy ones but I can not help but feel bittersweet that Dad will not be here to witness his grandson’s wedding. His first grandchild. His pride and joy. I am forever grateful that Dad was able to spend time with Elizabeth and loved her as much as we all do. Dad’s not being there is breaking my heart and coloring the way I feel about the festivities to be but I am focusing on Jake and Elizabeth and their happiness. I am also really hoping they do not serve a vegan wedding cake. Here comes the Noise (I bet you thought I was going to say Bride!).
What would Emily Post say if I snuck in a cupcake?
Is snuck a word? Spell check is saying no. Should it be sneaked in? That sounds wrong. Ed!, Help me! Snuck or sneaked?
How much do I love that Triple P and the Thinker spent last night helping Jake and Elizabeth celebrate their upcoming nuptials. I love that they are not the Bachelor/Bachelorette type and celebrated in a classy way. I never understood the let’s get drunk and watch people take their clothes of mentality. How in the hell does that celebrate two people loving each other and getting married? Dinner, Drinks and Bowling. I can get behind that kind of party. I am grateful that Riss and Mario are close to their cousins and consider them their closest friends. It makes me think of Sienna and Ugo and how much I love them.
What am I going to wear to the wedding? I have tons of dresses but none that say I am taking a gondola to the top of a mountain to watch my nephew get married. What dress do I have that will go with Sorel Boots?
What am I going to say at the ceremony? They asked me to do a reading and I am tortured trying to pick something. I have narrowed it down to two choices. They could not be more different if I had picked one from Shakespeare and one from the Sunday comics. I am going to run them both by my sisters. The sisters will have the final word.
I hope I do not cry. (Who am I kidding here? I am going to cry).
I hope I don’t tackle Georjan and knock her to the ground during the Mother/Son dance. I have always considered Jake and Sam my own children. There really should be an Auntie Dance.
I am pretending that Andi and Mom can be there. It seems surreal to me that they will not be with us. I am happy Andi is healing but hate that her surgery is keeping her from being with us. It’s wrong just very, very wrong.
I think it’s funny that when I called the Lodge to book our rooms the very nice man on the phone was excitedly telling me all that they offer their guests. He asked if I liked to ski. I said “No!”. ( Sorry Dad). He seemed surprised by that but then asked “Will you be enjoying our Spa Services?”. Again, I said “No”. (Sorry Andi). The poor man seemed genuinely perplexed and asked in a shaky quiet voice “Well, our Village is charming, do you like to shop?”. And we have a WINNER! We were both very relieved and ended the call on a happy note.
I just keep seeing images of Jake through the years in my head. It’s like a movie playing in slow motion. Where has that little curly-haired boy gone?
The Noise in my head……..and I keep hearing Jakey singing this.
The noise in my head is dulled by the cold and kind of a quiet but consistent hum. I think being in the house all day with the family and Justin might have something to do with it. The amazing glass of ice coffee I am drinking seems to be helping. Maybe I need another cup?
Everything in the house is breaking……..
Marissa’s car would not start again this morning. I do not know anything about cars but it has been to the mechanic twice in the past 3 weeks and it is still having problems. I think it is time for a new mechanic, a new car or a new husband. (The Saint insists we do not need a new mechanic or car so maybe it is him?).
I survived the Snow Day and did not go over on my points. Yay Me! I am thinking it is a good thing I left the Girl Scout Cookies at work. Corinne is a Girl Scout Cookie Pusher, stay clear of her and her evil ways.
The Thinker has Strep. What are the odds of none of us getting it?
My laptop has a virus. I did not even know computers could still get viruses. The Thinker has yet to fix it. Maybe I am putting too much pressure on him? I told him I would die, JUST DIE, if I lost any of my pictures of Dad. I think he is afraid to find out.
As much as I love Weight Watchers and my App I think I am a failure. At the last meeting the leader, Andrea (I love her. The first point value she shared with me was for wine and chocolate), told us we should plan celebrations for goals met on this journey. I set goals but every celebration I could think of involved food. Issues.
I love all the Facebook videos everyone has been sharing. What a wonderful memento to have of past moments. They are like little time capsules and I love them.
I got new glasses on Tuesday, I think they make me look wicked smart. The Saint has not even noticed. The last few years my prescription has changed every year so it is nice to see clearly again. I did not even realize how much it had changed until I got the new ones! Yikes. I bet The saint notices when he sees how much they cost!
Justin goes to the Doctor today for his 2 week post op visit. I am hoping they take the drains out. I am also hoping they tell him he is cleared to do more. He has been such a trooper. I am also grateful I dodged the sponge bath.
I start my day every morning making coffee and blowing a kiss to my Dad. This picture has been on my counter for at least 6 years. It is one of my favorites. I learned a lot about being a good sibling by the example these two set. Big Love.
I am getting ready to leave for work and am already stressing over finding a place to park. The snow creates huge problems with parking. I could walk but I am afraid of falling on my a** again. The city does not enforce the please shovel your sidewalk rule. The city also provides about 20 parking spaces, on a good day, for the 60 plus employees of the school. But hey I have a good idea! Let’s build casino and see how well the city manages that one!
The Noise in my head…………………..and it is just a dull hum like the noise on the TV when there is just static.