Vacation

So far, I think the best part of vacation has been the reminiscing.

Not of things I've done before. Not of things I've seen before. It's of things of JP's mom's past. It's weird. Looking thru her stuff - commencement programs, recommendation letters, notes Pete wrote her (not creepy like it sounds), inexplicable newspapers, pictures, etc - makes me feel like I know her.

This makes me fairly certain that I do know Marilyn even though I only met her twice towards the end of her life. In a strange way, I miss her. But it's not like how I miss people when they're gone or when I'm on vacation and my friends aren't with me. It's like I miss her because I know I missed out on knowing someone amazing. I miss what she could have been to me if we got to know each other.

Soon after Marilyn passed, Jolene (her daughter) told me that her mom said she loved me. Which is weird. I mean, I know I'm loveable, but right off the bat like that seemed intense. And I think it mostly felt intense because of how amazing she was (and is, really). Plus her family was beyond crazy about her.

So, really, the best part of vacation has been getting to know Marilyn better. And that's awesome.



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My Best Friend Got Married

I knew it was coming for about five years.  They were together for six.  But, seriously, I shouldn't feel weird that she's married.  

She is the best friend a girl could ask for.  We've been close since 5th grade.  In some ways, we are nothing alike.  She's much girlier than I and has a cleaner mind and mouth.  Lucky for me, she never judges me for my mind or my mouth.  But, though we aren't too much alike, we are the same person.  We will say the same things and do the same things at exactly the same time without consulting each other first or thinking about doing the same thing.  We call each other "Twin" and say we have "Twin Power."  

Example:

We were at the wedding rehearsal.  I was Maid of Honor.  There was also a Matron of Honor.  Matron asks, "What are we walking out to, do you know?"

I responded with, "I don't really know what it's called.  It's that song that goes..."  This is where I lifted my arms at the elbow started swaying and singing, "This will be..."  Matron laughed and I added, "I think.  Unless she changed it."

Matron looks back and my twin and said, "Sarah, what are we walking out to?"

She responded with, "I don't really know what it's called.  It's that song that goes..."  This is where she lifted my arms at the elbow started swaying and singing, "This will be..." 


Matron and I both laughed and Sarah just looked at us.  We explained why it was funny.

Return to thoughts:

Anyways... I was so excited to be in her wedding.  I, for the most part, hate being in weddings.  Hate it.  But for Sarah, of course I was fine with it.  I don't think I've ever seen a happier bride.  She was laid back, relaxed and excited.  This is what she looked like about 20 minutes before she walked down the aisle:

Really, she was just smiles and happy.  No nerves at all.  And totally gorgeous.

I'm so glad she's finally married.  She's been waiting forever and I couldn't be happier.  But the weird thing is - this was the least weird wedding ever.  You know how you go to a wedding and you walk out thinking, "Holy cow!  She's married!?"  Well, I walked out of Sarah's thinking, "Yay!"  It wasn't weird at all.  It seems perfectly natural for her to be married.  It's kinda surreal.

Good Sex, Bad Sex, and Rape

That's the title of another book I'm going to write.  No one needs to know more than that before it's written.  I have someone helping me.  

That is all.

Also, this is my shortest post ever, I think.

Oi Vey

I recently got a text message that said, "Damn it write a new blog already."  I responded with the fact that I'm rather busy these days and that I don't really have time.  Now, that seems like a lame excuse - especially since I claim to want to be a writer one day.  But, you must understand - it's not that simple.  I really am incredibly busy right now.

Today, I'm leaving work early to get my nails done for a wedding and leaving that early in order to go get a Bachelorette Party set up for the same wedding.  Then tomorrow I'm leaving work early in order to go to the rehearsal dinner and then have three weddings to go to (or be in) on Saturday.  

Point is: I'm busy.  And am having difficulty finding time to shave or wash my face or clean my apartment.  Also, to blog means I have to have a topic to write about and I typically prefer a quick, short topic.  And I haven't had many of those on my mind.  

On that note, send me some topics you wanna read my thoughts about and I'll write about it.  Theoretically.  Assuming it's not appalling.

My Tags

The tags on my posts probably say something about me.  Here are my tags:

• addiction
• bitchy
• blog
• book
• boring
• communication
• crazy
• doctor
• face of fox
• family
• free-write
• friend
• friend
• fun
• geek
• geekery
• humor
• life
• marriage
• movies
• music
• network
• phone
• random thoughts
• read
• religion
• sarcasm
• serious
• sitcoms
• tattoo
• tv
• weddings

 I'm apparently a bitch who never has any deep thoughts and often talks about family.  I don't know why I'm like this.  But I just realized I have quite a few tags... And they are all really quite me.  Weird.  I'm not a good blogger.