Well, days 15 and 16 seemed to slip away as I was having too much fun with my youngest sister. This was one of our best visits thus far and with her new job, I hope to have more. Not growing up together created an unfortunate gap in our relationship over the years, but having more time alone together than her last visit, we covered a wide range of conversations that revealed more of who we are today. Not to mention, how much we are alike. Which is quite awesome I must say.
What I’ve noticed is that as the oldest of four siblings, I seem to have quite naturally fallen into more of a mother-hen role. One that I embrace as this far outweighs my previous role growing up as bossy-beyotch.
Kidding, they’re too scared to call me bossy.
What’s curious is there seems to be the common belief among my siblings that I’m laden with self-sufficiency and emotional strength. This isn’t to say they don’t ask me how I’m doing or aren’t there to listen, but there’s a small element of disbelief that my world is sometimes rocked a bit. How do you think one obtains this vast wisdom that I willingly share?
I’d like to think it’s an accumulation of life experiences, including those things that one keeps on the really-really-stupid-what-was-I-possibly-thinking list. Everyone has THAT list. Talking about all sorts of things with my sister this weekend brought that list front and center. It’s those you highly regret that are cause for conversation to help you rationalize. It’s when you don’t own your mistakes in life that you can’t get past them.
I can attribute it to youth, but to a younger sister that’s more of an insult and highly unhelpful. Answers are needed, specific answers, and even though I don’t have all of them, sharing what I do know is therapeutic for all people involved. The key word here is empathy – even if you can’t process what you’re hearing, you must have empathy for those you love and care for. There's no room for judgement here, ever.
So, keep that in mind as you start thinking about your list of moments that most would respond with “No you didn’t!” Because, yes. . . you did.
It seems good old Dad has given me a blog post subject for tonight, nostalgia. It began earlier this evening with his posting of random photos of me around the age of my two teenage sons. Talk about blowing their minds to see me at 14. It’s also nice to recognize that the friends in the photos are still my friends today. Well, they’re more than friends at this point, they’re family. I lost them in the early 90s, but delighted to say have found all of them and this is where Facebook’s powers are used for good.
First there was a reunion with Bridgette in December of 2010. She and I met while I was working at Palais Royal in Houston back in 1989. I worked in the Men’s department, of course, and Bridgette worked in women’s fashion, naturally. No one knows fashion like Bridge. My favorite memories are of us going the Post Oak Ranch after work for happy hour. We owned that place back then! Cowboys in business suits?
We lost touch once I moved to Miami in 1994 with the Husband. I decided to look her up in 2010 as she came to mind. And what do ya know, she was living in Jacksonville! We’ve pretty much been quite a team since then and a force to be reckoned with if I may say so. Fortunately, she has retained more memories than me on our adventures. My favorite being when a less than attractive guy approached her while we were out one night. Being the loyal friend that I am, I convinced him that she was deaf. Hey, what are girlfriends for if not that?
Then there’s my girl Gayle! I’ve known Gayle for as long as I can remember and my Dad reminded me of some of the fantastic times in my life that wouldn’t have been so had she not been there. Our families went camping every 4th of July in the early 80s and later she was my requisite person for the buddy system my parents required when I began dating around 1987. And if you knew the things we got ourselves into, even after she moved to North Carolina and came to visit, you just might blush.
She and I both lost track of each other after we married and the distance didn’t help. And guess where I found her? On Facebook, in January of 2011. The first time we saw each other again I went with my family to North Carolina, we all had dinner and it was fantastic catching up. But, when she came for business to Florida and we got together without three pairs of little eyes, Shazam!
So, first, thank you dear Father for reminding me how lucky I am to have these two amazing women in my life. And, yes, thank you Facebook for reuniting me with my family.
Here's to reconnecting with those we've lost along the way and being a better person because of it.
I can't explain what it is about that little Tiffany box that brings a smile to my face, aside from the fact something fabulous is waiting inside for me. I have received four of those boxes in all. My 28th birthday, Mother’s Day 2001, Christmas of 2002, and a wedding anniversary in 2010 were all made even more special because of a little blue box.
However, it’s not my love for Tiffany & Co that compels me to write, but my inability to figure out what happened to two of those gifts as they seemly have disappeared, along with just a little bit of my sanity.
The story begins on Friday, August 22nd, as I scrambled to get out the door for work. I had this bad habit of grabbing two of my bracelets, worn almost every single day since I received them, and tossing them a little tote bag. [Confession time: I’m a bag lady and must have as many as possible before I die. That means I win.] So, here I am jumping into the car with bag, purse, and coffee in hand. What happens next? I honestly have no recollection of anything that day, I just know they are gone. I mean, I know the three stops I had after leaving my house, but my activities in between? Thpppt!!!
What’s killing me, aside from not having my bracelets, is that my mind is a complete blank. I have struggled to recreate that day for a week now and have only figured out that the bag I carried that day is missing as well. I’m almost sure I would have put my bracelets on immediately at work as I feel most naked without them, right? But . . .
I DON'T KNOW! What is that about?!
Is it age?
Is it the anxiety that they’re gone that blocks my memory?
Or, is it my mind’s defense mechanism protecting me from the reality I won’t ever get them back?
I have no idea and it’s driving me absolutely crazy. And, it’s that crazy that is actually keeping me from being depressed. Bonus? I think not. I’m ready to be hypnotized, drink some voodoo juice, or have a juju witch doctor from the deep swamps of Louisiana do some black magic (no one should ever have to go there, seriously). And, I'm hesitant to say it’s not because I want my jewelry back, but because I want to know what the hell I did that day.
So, whether the bag was stolen, misplaced, or perhaps never existed, I feel I might never know. And I must add that I do appreciate the many suggestions my friends have offered on where to look, but I promise, I already looked there. But, if you have a suggestion that involves pharmaceuticals, I'm open.
My photo adventures in Florida