Making Memories

My husband is full of good ideas. He is also full of shit, but it’s a good balance.
One of his mottos is that when you go on vacation it should be about making memories. Well…my daughter’s Senior Spring Break Trip to Cancun last month was no exception! I had many concerns about spending a week with 16 kids and some of their parents, whom I had never met before, but I can truthfully say that it was one of the best vacations I have ever taken!
As my tan quickly faded…the memories of our trip have continued to live on.

• Having Richardo, the very crabby bartender, calling security on me and another mom. I mean who would have thought not having your wrist band on at an all-inclusive would have been such a big damn deal?! Who in the world could’ve been sporting our yellow aka old-enough-to-indulge-in-libations wristbands? Hmmmm…I wonder?!
• During dinner, getting yelled at by some gentleman who was also on vacation. Really…why are you even concerning yourself with us?! You are on vacation with your wife and friends…have fun! Maybe his wife wasn’t “putting out” and maybe we did drop the F bomb a few times but why were there young children at the restaurant at 10:00 pm? If I were governor (too many skeletons in my closet for that to ever happen) I would ban children from nice restaurants after 7:00 pm.
• Lounging poolside with lovely tropical drinks while listening to Mr. O’Neil’s fantastic jokes.
• The Swing Bar. Enough said about that!
• Having my daughter only remind me twice that this was her Senior Spring Break and not mine. That’s not bad…just two times.
• Lynne and I just trying to keep ourselves out of the Mexican houskow with the constant wristband fiasco! Are you kidding me?! Have you even seen Locked Up Abroad? No thank you!
• Lastly, I will never ever forget our very lively and tequila-filled dinner conversations that resulted in necessary yoga breathing for Marty and many, many laughs by all.

Besides being absolutely giddy about the new friends that met on this vacation, I also realized that it truly is a small, small world. I would never have imagined, while vacationing in Mexico, that I would run into a college roommate who I have not seen for over 20 years and who lives in Atlanta. Imagine…being there at the same exact time and same exact resort. What are the chances? I’m no mathematician but I can only guess that it’s rather slim! It was so good to see her and, Kara, if you are reading this…you look fabulous!
I usually try to post an 80’s song below since that is one of my favorite decades for music but the song below just reminds me too much of our Mexico trip so I couldn’t resist. Turn it up…

Back in the Saddle

I am notorious for starting things and then not continuing or finishing them. If I just open the large metal file cabinet in my office, I will be quickly reminded of the many business ideas and inventions that I have had in the past, yet none of them has actually come to fruition. I believe that if you throw enough shit against the wall…something has to eventually stick. Right?

I thought my ship had come in when in the early 90’s I invented ‘The Bagel Box’. It was an acrylic storage device for bagels that kept them from getting hard and stale in a day. I mean wasn’t the mere thought of stale bagels something that kept you up at night? Of course, I thought this was one kick-ass invention but time was of the essence and time was something that I lacked since I was raising two small children then. That’s another thing that I am good at…making excuses. My husband always reminds me that, “Excuses are like assholes…everyone has one!” Thanks, honey!

This blog is different though (there’s another excuse…did you catch it?) because it is not a business idea but rather a place where I can express myself through stories that hopefully make people laugh all while providing me with some much needed therapy. Some men find therapy on the golf course or women might find it shopping at the local department store; I find therapy at my computer writing about life.

Therapy doesn’t always have to involve seeking professional care but there times when that might become essential. This brings me to the reason for the sabbatical from my blog. I was dealing with a very personal and delicate issue with someone who is extremely near and dear to me. I would do anything in the world for this person but I too was in denial that there was even a problem. I was trying to think the other day about when I allowed complete and utter dysfunction to become my normalcy.

In retrospect, it is hard to believe that I was even able to get out of bed every day and function. It was an extremely hard journey for everyone involved but now we are all much healthier and happier because of it. Enough said about that.

Now that this ordeal is behind me, I am going to try my hardest to be better about writing more regularly but…just kidding. No buts!

The song below is dedicated to the person mentioned above whom I absolutely love to pieces and always will…no matter what!