Just Another Way To Show My Love For Rod Stewart

Sometimes the wrong turns out just right.

I walked into the yoga studio, and after saying hello, the instructor informs me that class might be cancelled today.  Instantly, I felt a little down.  I had picked out a new place, woke up early, and drove 30 minutes to do a hot power class, and now I was being told it probably wasn’t going to happen.  I knew I should have picked a different studio!  Since I was early I decided to wait around a bit.  I searched Google to see if there were any other studios in the area.  Nothing close by.  The instructor then informed me that she was just a substitute and wasn’t even prepared to teach a hot vinyasa class.  I sunk a little bit lower, but I was still going to wait until 9 am to see if anyone else would arrive.  Just then, three more people showed up and class was back on!  I ended up practicing for free and got to take a mat home with me.  The studio was going to take a bunch of left-behind mats to Salvation Army, and the instructor offered one to me.  What a morning!  And, to top things off, an organic grocery store/deli/juice bar appeared on a map just minutes up the road!

With juice in hand and Rod Stewart’s new album, “Time”, on the stereo I was ready for the rest of my day.  With a little patience what could have been a disastrous morning took a turn for the best and put a smile on my face.

It’s only wrong when you decide it’s wrong, when you give up on making it right.

Rod

Family, It Never Stops Growing

I tried to log into WordPress today and realized that I forgot my password.  This is a sign that I need to get back into the swing of things.  Believe me, I am still smiling on a daily basis, and you should be too!

I would like to share a little something that shows you can still smile no matter what is happening in your life.  Even in dark times, there is always a light.  You just need to open yourself to it.

Recently, a family member passed away.  She was my dad’s aunt, married to my Gram’s brother, mother to five of my aunts and uncles, grandmother to a bunch.  Much of my family is like this.  I call people my aunt, uncle, cousin even if that’s not what they technically are.  Sometimes I even forget how I am related to all of these people that I love!  There are just so many of them, and every time we get together it seems like the family grows and grows.  I am very lucky to have all of these wonderful people in my life which is something I am reminded of all the time.

I called my aunt to tell her how sorry I was that she lost her mom.  I wanted to be there for her, help her in any way I could.  Throughout the conversation she ended up consoling me.  She made me smile.  We both smiled remembering her mom, my great aunt, Lorraine.

Lorraine was a very petite, under 5 feet tall, yet powerful lady.  I was always happy to talk to her at family parties.  She told it like it is and was always up for a good laugh.  You could tell she was the head of her family, the family she left so many of her traits within.  Above all, Lorraine was a caregiver, a caregiver to everyone.  I see this in all of my family members.  We will always care for each other and all the people in our lives.  Our family doesn’t just stop at Nowicki, Sava, Banks, Goldsmith, or Kelly.   It extends beyond names as we show the love Lorraine showed us to those we meet along the way.

If you have love share it.  It’s not meant to be kept a secret.

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.

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

12.19.12 – An Early Christmas

It’s a girl!  My cousin had her baby early this morning!  I woke up to a text at about 5 AM MST with a photo of the most precious thing I have ever seen!  The little one finally came out, and her name is Maryann or Annie for short.  Everything is exclamation points today!  I can’t believe that my cousin is a mom now, my aunt and uncle are grandparents, and my grandparents are great grandparents.  A new generation has started in my family.

The beauty of a family is that it never stops growing.  (You should see how many people come on vacation with us every summer.  The number gets bigger every year. )  That is the reason we are all here.  Our parents brought life into this world to make their family grow, and we will do the same. My cousin created life, she made that beautiful baby girl out of the love that brought her and her husband Jimmy together.  Together they created a human being!  It’s incredible!  Our family just got a little bit bigger.  Christmas came early this year :-)

11.19.12 – Cincinnati: A Rightful Ending to a Perilous Quest

My endless journey has now ended.  I have completed my quest in the treacherous (me trying to spell that word just now was a hilarious spectacle) lands of Cincinnati, OH.  Mike parked the car.  I stepped out and surveyed my surroundings.  Over the road and through the fast food maze I saw something that did not belong, something different.  I decided, what the hell, I’ll take a walk.  As I approached this sit-down, let me take your order looking restaurant I noticed two words, two words that would end my quest and quite possibly save my life from the eternal hunger that rumbles in my stomach, that I sometimes mistake for my cell phone vibrating.  I feel the grumble, pull out my phone, and get sad to see that nobody is texting me.  Anyways, those two words were: BURGERS AND BEER!  Yes!  I won!  I had finally found what I was looking for!  A moment of panic flashed in my mind.  What if they aren’t open yet?  I checked the time.  2:00 pm.  I was safe.  I entered Flipdaddy’s weak, stumbling, almost defeated and left with a bloody, grease soaked, gigantic burger to eat in front of my teammates who opted for McDonalds ;-)

My life is now complete.

Sorry there is no photo.  I was distracted by the hunk of meat on my plate.  Yup.