it is god's sense of humor

Sometimes life is not what we think it will be, let me rephrase, life is never what we think it will be. And God is a funny little guy.

it is women

*disclaimer - this is an entirely pointless blog. why i even am going to hit the publish button i do not know. however read at your own risk, it is a massive waste of 5 minutes.*

I'm sitting here watching "it's complicated" and Alec Baldwin's character is complaining about his new wife and how she is turning into someone she wasn't supposedly when he had the affair with her and got married etc etc. I've met women like that, not particularly like the 2nd wife's character, thank goodness because she makes me want to be violent. Anyways, I've met women who change drastically after they marry the guy. I feel sorry for the poor gents. But my question is this, where there red flags before they tied the knot? My guess is yes but sometimes i do think the women flip a switch. one of my favorite movies is "first wives club." During the opening credits the song states something to the effect of hey little girl with that ring on your finger don't stop trying, don't stop working, don't stop loving that man. its true right? everything that a guy is going to fall in love with you about while you are dating is something that you should know that you will have to keep doing once your married right? say they guy loves surprises, spontaneity etc, well once your married i wouldn't suggest you stop surprising him. i have a couple of customers who have just started dating. before they were official the woman was all over this guy i mean all over. but now that they are actually dating, controlling, no touchy touchy. how uncool is that? all of the sudden she has snagged him and poof all the romance (gross as it may have been) is gone? Now I will make another point, earlier today I watched a few minutes of "conversations with other women" in which Aaron Ekhart's character states that he wishes he didn't know how much his girlfriend had to work to keep her figure. OK so can we say this is another problem?? Really he just magically expects this girl to a goddess at every given point and time. AND that she won't have to work at it? Well too bad she is no Aphrodite, or Helen of Troy. I think what I am trying to get at is that this, A) I really hope I am aware enough to not stop trying and to not stop loving whomever comes into my life. and B) i hope that whomever comes into my life realizes that i am not a goddess, far from it and i am just a plain old human who is bound to make mistakes, and my poo stinks just as much as the next goddesses.

i wish at this point and time i could use the excuse that i have had too much to drink but sadly i just had one beer and that was hours and hours ago.....but i definitely watch too many movies and that i need to put an end to and bust out some more books.

it is family

i am sitting here in my parents house, it is father's day 2010. My Ma is playing with her iphone, Dad is grilling and drinking some beer, jazz music is playing in the background. Summer heat outside is unbearable, but the beer is cold and the AC is on, thank God for modern convenience. The only thing interrupting this serenity is my mothers little psychotic puppy attempting to lick my fingers as I type. As this day has unfolded I have found myself thinking about my family. Family is exceptionally important to me. And I have quite the family. We are a dysfunctional, crazy, emotional mess but we love each other truly madly deeply. Often I think of how lucky I am to have such a family as this.

My Dad, the quiet leader that has lived through war, loved completely, lived thoroughly and is so kind and caring to so many. A quote of his that has followed him is "it is better to be loving than to be right." He lives with a sense of purpose when life seems to be without. He leads people with out trying.

My Ma, loud crazy Italian sums her up well. She is the constant encourager. She was the coolest Mom as a kid too, always driving us here or there, worrying about us making sure we had as many opportunities as we could possibly have, always cooking, feeding caring. She is opinionated that is for sure, but she accepts people in situations that might surprise you. And at the end of the day you know she always love you.

There are three of us girls, all as different as sisters could possibly be. We are all a little crazy. Both of my sisters carry a little perfectionist streak which they have never forced on me, thank goodness because I am about a messy as they come. We grew up in seemingly different worlds, we all think differently, process differently, hold to different beliefs.

My older sister, techno nerd and stargate fanatic, lives in Atlanta, attempting to find a new life. She is like a distant arm of the family Wills. I wish she was closer to us in spirit. It is a huge regret in my life that she is not. I love her dearly and I am not sure she always knows it. I feel as though sometimes I am missing out on a friend. I don't know how to change it. I'm afraid I may have lost my chance.

My kid sister, music junkie and just a nerd in general, has embarked to Colorado to find her passion and drive that has gotten muddled along the way. I am so proud of her, I don't think she realizes just how fantastic she is. We are so close. There is a line by EE Cummings that says "I hold your heart, I hold it in my heart." It has never been a truer statement between her and I.

And then there is me, the middle sister. I am not the glue that sticks the family together as many middle children are cursed to be, I'm afraid if that was up to me we would all be doomed. I'm just going through life nothing special just my life. But I think it is a good one, a good part o the goodness is because of the family around me. They bring laughter, joy, tears, drama, etc into my life. They support me, they love me, they care and help me as I hope I do them. There is a good ol' jazz classic that says "Some like the high road, I'll take the low road, free from all care and strife, give me the simple life." Yeah that pretty much sums me up.

Anyways all in all I love my family and am so grateful for them. (Ha! What a pathetic ending that was! )

it is the one left behind

The song "On the Street Where You Live" has been stuck in my head for several days now. I happen to love that song so it's fine by me. However whilst singing this song to myself I began to think about the poor character from My Fair Lady whose song this is. For those of you who have not seen the show, in a nutshell, Freddy falls madly in love with Eliza who falls in love with Henry. Anyways as he sings his little heart out on the street where suddenly he's seven stories high knowing he's on the street where she lives and where people stop and stare but they don't bother him because there's nowhere else on earth that he'd rather be, your heart has to break a little for the guy. This started me thinking of all the characters in my favorite films and plays and books there is almost always someone left behind. Someone who is a good person who is madly and crazily in love with the main character whose heart gets smashed. I started thinking about my life and what if I'm Freddy? Destined to fall in love with someone who falls in love with someone else? Does Freddy ever find his true love? Am I just a completely hopeless romantic and does true love exist? Have I been duped?