current state
of mind: concerned
As you walk
away, holding things I won't confess
I hope
you'll learn to see it for what it was
Sacrifice
your dignity and forfeit your regrets
It's a brand
new day; let's wash our hands of this
~ “This is
Goodbye” by Honestly
My
beautiful, amazing sister, K-Shrub, is going to give me a nephew pretty soon.
He is my belated birthday present. I am holding my breath in anticipation. This
past weekend, I celebrated my birthday and K-Shrub took me to dinner. We sat in
her car at the Sonic and giggled like schoolgirls as we made jokes and ate
cheesy tots. K-Shrub and I are very different in so many ways – but our sense
of humor is almost spot-on. I am so lucky to have her as the mother-to-be of my
future nephew.
We also went
to a matinee showing of “The Odd Life of Timothy Green”. I am not going to say
much about the film because you really should go see it for yourself. What I am going
to tell you is that you need to bring a steady supply of tissue. I started
crying 5 minutes into the movie and did not noticeably stop until we left the
theater. It is definitely heartwarming and bittersweet. I laughed many times
during the film; but the tears kept falling. K-Shrub only mocked me a little.
Looking back I am surprised she didn’t say, “Are you soooooooooooooooo
saaaaaaaaaddddddddd?” She missed a golden opportunity with that one.
*Changing
Topics*
Saturday
night I was treated to dinner by Ms. Wine. Then, we went back to the wine
lounge and she worked while I sat and drank a couple of Diet Roy Rogers. After
closing time, we went to a friend’s place to watch some English Premiere League
Football (soccer for those of you who live in America).
SIDENOTE: For the record, I have been a soccer fan since 1989, due to a boy who played on a select team. Then in high school, another boy (or 2) kept me interested in soccer. By 1994, I was an actual fan, no longer needing a boy to inspire the love. The 1994 World Cup was held in the U.S. and I watched EVERY game courtesy of three VCRs and a large supply of VHS tapes. I have been a Manchester United fan since 1995. David Beckham, one year older than me, was the squad’s up and coming star. In January 1996, I walked into Dublin’s Man-United Superstore and felt like a pilgrim at Mecca. I spent more money there than anyplace else in Ireland. Upon my return to the states, there were posters and stickers of Ryan Giggs, David Beckham, Roy Keane, and Gary Neville all over my dorm room, my notebooks, etc. Even my phone (landline) was decorated in Man-United swag. :END SIDENOTE
It is
important to note that the Manchester United-Fulham match we were watching was
recorded and played live earlier in the day. I knew the score before it began.
Still, I seldom get to watch the matches so I sat down on the couch, excited to
watch the Red Devils win in a relatively high scoring match. Granted, I was also on the happier side of
some wine and birthday shots – which explains why I was willing to put on a
Jersey over my dress when encouraged to do so. It also explains why when the
match was over and we were triumphant, I looked at the clock, saw it was almost
4 in the morning and agreed to stay and watch the Chelsea-Newcastle match as
well. Woot! I had also switched to water, so by the time that match was over, I
was exhausted and able to drive home safely. Before falling into my bed,
however, I reached into my closet and took out the Manchester United jersey I
bought so many years ago in Dublin. It is still in pristine condition. Goal!
Goal! Goal!
PERSONAL
NOTE: I am so excited to meet you when you arrive into the world, little man.
CONFIDENTIAL
NOTE: I am going to move forward with the BYOG concept. Brilliant idea!
