Thursday, August 16, 2012

the stubborn one

she doesn't have facebook, she probably has never heard of blogger or something i like to call sarandipity. she doesn't drive, nor like too much TV.  vocabulary is an outlet just like the cross puzzles she loves so, and for this...home i go. okay, enough with the rhyming. poetry was never my thing.

family is an interesting thing, a complex thing. just because someone is family does not mean that you need to get along. it doesn't mean that you need to be as close as the sand and the sea, or the cake and the icing. it means that through blood you are connected. it means you have similar genetic make up. hell, maybe it's your hips, eyes, nose or feet and well sometimes it can be nothing more than just that. i feel as though every family has a story. perhaps it is made up of an individual that may be a thorn in ones side, or simply presents challenges too great to mask. one cannot choose their family, it is god's plan for whose presence we are blessed with enough to share a name. so, get over it.

now, with all of that said, family can be just the opposite if you're lucky. i, i am lucky.

i have women in my life that are special, unique and incredibly similar to me. similar in mannerism, similar in thought, similar in attitude and similar in anxiety level. thank you family genes! sure, there are fabulous men in my life, family alike sure, but that can be for another post. there are women in my life particularly that i am very thankful for. i am blessed to call them my own.... as in, family.

i have an amazing mom. kind, gentle, passionate, slightly crazed ;), and very pretty...among other things of course. i have an aunt who is strong, sarcastic, honest, stressed but ever classy. i have a best friend who is well, the best rock a girl could ask for, need i say more? i have a godmother who is special, contagiously funny, slightly laid back and ever supportive. i have one grandmother who is delicate, quiet and simply elegant, timeless if you will. this of course brings me to my other grandmother, my mom-mom if i may...
before i give insight into this amazing woman, i have two quotes which stare me in the face every day as i log onto my computer...both from exact times i couldn't tell you, but they made such an impact at that moment that i needed to write them down to remember forever;

"I told you, go for what you want. Don't let people sway you. People may try and stop you, because they think that have a better idea, but don't forget you have good ideas too"

"Like my grandmother used to say to me... if you knew how hard you were going to fall, you would just sit down"

this woman is raw in her honesty, strong in her drinks and her wisdom is something i aspire to portray as i age. she is humble. and, IF you listen closely, you can get a glimpse into a world that is vivid and told from experiences i cannot completely grasp. she is southern slow and northern "matter of fact". she is to me, the best kind of family. the kind of family that marries the meaning of what family CAN be, IF you let it.  i see myself in her craziness, her stress and her strong passion for things she can only voice. and well, i love her. deeply.

so with a little insight into that unspoken bond between a woman and the women in her life, there is a granddaughter and grandmother that make family all it CAN be and i couldn't be more blessed to have her call me, her own. her first. always.

so home i go, and not for anything more but a little family time. much needed family time.


Monday, August 13, 2012

my 25th year...

[stream of consciousness post - beware]

holy shit. my 25th year begins tomorrow. 10:43a i think it is...dad would know, apparently the "trophy" the hospital gave him which sits proudly on dresser display states the date, time and weight...regardless, my 25th year. no, this doesn't mean i'm turning 25...and for all of you who may be confused by this, don't feel bad because is spent 23 of my wise years arguing with a man who insisted that at the last blow of a birthday candle, he would state "now you're going on your X year"....[what the eff?] this was only to be returned by a confused and puzzled face. thanks dad!

well, now, i get it. and, well, i'm going on my 25th year. holy fuck! that is a quarter century. that's 1/4th the way to 100! and hell, if i live to 100...bahah! yeah right. sorry, pardon the french.

now, at 25 where did i want to be? i'm sure it crossed my my adolescent brain that i wanted to be a home owner, probably married and living happily with a puppy and traveling the world.... well, maybe not the world but at least be well traveled. god, what was i thinking? good joke sar.

so...uh, where am i in comparison? let's take a look. and puhlease, this is no pity party, i promise!
i  say this because yes, i realize that the blog can be semi negative and a little bit of a debbie downer, but tough.. sometimes i wanna be a debbie downer. and...it's my birthday so there! (nanny nanny boo boo! *sticks tongue out*)

anyway, I am not a homeowner. I have simply spent thousands in shitty shitty rentals. i am not married, not married in the least. i am in a long-term relationship with no ending date or place in sight. perfect...not. I do not have a puppy.  welp, tried at least, but that fell through.  i have not traveled the world. i am not very good flyer, i have found that heights and well, lack of control aren't really my thing.

welp...

anyway, when it think 25, i think fabulous! i think fun! i think pretty! and i think composed! now, i can absolutely have that...just gotta get some things figured out. pretty par for the course, so cheers to that...oh and i'm not 25, i'm only 24, well, soon...so that means i get an extra year to do just that, right? the confusion continues.

oh and i've heard the 30's are the best anyway. so, 20's you're overrated. *rolls eyes*