Sharing Some Love :-)

http://mywifesfightwithbreastcancer.com

I came across this website/blog the other day.  Whether you have had an experience with cancer or not, these photographs and memories still affect a certain part of the brain and stir emotions you may or may not be aware of.  This family took a journey together, and I value their openness to share it.  I only wish that I was able to do for my mom the same things this man did for his wife.  Maybe I did in some capacity and don’t realize it.  I know that our family and friends were there for my mom.  Hopefully I was too.

Check out the blog and give this man your support.  Maybe you will see a new side, a living side, to something you’ve experienced or have only heard about.

Oh, I Wasn’t Expecting That. Good For You!

I sat down at the bar and ordered, “something with whiskey in it.”  The bartender asked to see my id.  I fumbled through my bag for my money clip.

ClipI handed my id to the bartender.  He checks it over and exclaims, “Oh, I wasn’t expecting that.  Good for you!”  He hands my id back to a slightly confused looking me.  What does that even mean?  Was he surprised that I was from Chicago?  Maybe I look like I’m from Texas or something.  Wait, I know, maybe he was talking about my change in hair color.  My hair is now bright red instead of the jet black I had in the photo.

BlackAfter a couple of stunned moments it finally hit me!  What do bartenders, doormen, and clerks all look at on ids?  The good old DOB or date of birth.  He was talking about the year I was born in.  After making this profound realization, I immediately asked, “Are you calling me old?”  To which he replied, “No, I just meant that you look good.”

AgeSo it’s official ladies and gentlemen!  I “look good for my age.”  You may be thinking, “That’s a compliment!  What the hell is this woman complaining about?”  I used to look good, plain and simple, but the addition of those three little words – for, my, and age – just make me cringe!  I’m not even 30, and I’m already considered old?  I don’t feel old.   Hell, I’ve been feeling more energized, healthier, and happier in these past couple months than I have been in a long time.  I have been enjoying being me!  And one comment from some random dude throws all that hard work out the window.  I guess that’s what the whiskey is for.  After a couple of pours I forgot how old I was and that I hated the guy who highlighted my age in the first place.  I stopped comparing myself to those around me and let myself enjoy the moment without feeling like it was time to drag my old ass to bed.

Whiskey

As I grow older situations like this are only going to happen more frequently.  Hopefully, they will all be tied up in backwards compliments and cocktails.

Writing a Blog Post

Video

Since I have been working a lot lately, doing things that most of you don’t and shouldn’t care about, I have decided to share an artist that I am currently obsessed with. I haven’t checked to see if he is on Instagram yet, but it’s getting there.

This is Father John Misty and his song, “Writing a Novel”. He is singing in the woods. The only thing better than that is signing naked in the woods.  Damn hippies!  Who said that?

If you dig this like I do also check out:

Father John Misty – Tee Pees 1-12

and

Father John Misty – Well, You Can Do It Without Me

Another Birthday, Another Reason to Celebrate

Today is March 5th. It’s just a normal day for most people. Ideally, the snow is melting and the Earth is starting to peek through. Today would have been my mom’s Birthday. My dad would have been siting on the couch, waiting, and watching some sort of fishing show on TV as my mom would have been upstairs in the bathroom for hours getting ready for dinner at the restaurant of her choice. My brother and I would probably be teasing each other or enticing the dog to bark at the fish on television. My mom’s phone would have been ringing nonstop, all of her friends and the family calling to wish her a happy birthday. She was a popular lady. Once she was finally ready to come downstairs the four of us, possibly joined by my grandparents, would have driven to the restaurant for a lovely meal and back to the house for wine, candles, and ice cream, maybe some pound cake.

We would have been doing the same thing we do every year for all of our birthdays, but it would have been special since we’d all be together. The rest of the family would come over on the weekend for a proper celebration and more cake, candles, and singing. My mom would have gone out with her girlfriends for a few more parties.

We tend to think of our birthdays as marking another year gone by; therefore, making us another year older. Once you reach a certain age, shall we say 25, every birthday is a year closer to 30, and then closer to 40, and then, in the blink of an eye you’re turing 60! Where did the time go? How am I getting this old? What are these wrinkles on my face? Do I really have to get any older? I’ll just turn 39 for a few more years. Some of us even fear our birthdays, and when the time comes to celebrate we convince ourselves that we want to sit at home crying over romantic comedies on television. Some of us may also convince ourselves that we are nothing to make a fuss over, that we are not worth our friends and family going out of the way to nice things for us. But, we are missing the point!

Birthdays are a celebration of the day we were born, the day we came into this world to start our beautiful journey. Every year that goes by is another year we are lucky enough to be among friends and family, lucky enough to do new things or enjoy the same old things, lucky enough to experience life! We gather with those we love to celebrate all that happens in a year, to celebrate growth, to celebrate the love we gave and received, and most importantly to celebrate the fact that YOU are here today! We celebrate the past year, your current breath of life, and hopes for the future and good things to come. After all, It is tradition to make a wish before blowing out the birthday candles.

So, this year on your birthday remember that you are important, your life is special, and if some one wants to throw you a party, take off your sweatpants, stop complaining, and live a little! You are here on this Earth. Remember to enjoy.

SuzieQHappy Birthday Suzie Q