I sent this card to my Pap about two years ago when my Grandma was unexpectantly put in the hospital for a few days. Unfortunately my Pap passed away last summer on July 29th, but seeing this graphic today reminds me of the day I sent this to him. I love this card. I’ve sent it to a few people over the years, and now, I’m kind of sending it to myself by posting it on here. So what color should I paint myself? Anything but blue will do. So yes, my funk continued last night and still into this dreary, rainy day. But as everyone’s Facebook statuses reminded me, it’s Friday or as Darlene appropriately calls it, FRI-YAY!
My friend, Jen, and her husband, Matt, are coming into town for a sleepover tonight, I think it is best to break-up with this funk. I think I finally figured out what’s causing this one, but it may require me to think this through before saying my farewell.
So if you’ve been following my blog for awhile now then you know that I have a bit of relationship/wedding/baby fever with the past few weeks being filled with new babies, bridal showers, and Bachelorette parties. And for all of you new followers, none of these directly pertain to me. I play the roles of ‘aunt’ and always a bridesmaid in these storylines. With it now apparently being May, which was drawn to my attention by the Cinco de Mayo festivities on Wednesday evening, the weddings are beginning to actually happen. Next weekend is Kristin and Jim’s wedding in Columbus immediately followed by Julie and Ken’s wedding in Cleveland the next weekend. (First photo is Kristen & Jim and second is Julie and Ken.)
Both Kristin and Julie are wonderful friends of mine, and lucky for me I have become friends with their fiancees/ future husbands too. I cannot wait to see my girls looking gorgeous and happy in their wedding gowns, but I also cannot wait to see the looks on Jim’s and Ken’s faces when they first see their brides. This makes me think of 27 Dresses. Now I went to include just one the quotes, but chose instead to share both of them. Gotta love the difference between how men and women see things.
Kevin (James Marsden): When the bride comes in and she makes her giant grand entrance, I like to glance back at the poor bastard getting married. Cause even though I think he’s an idiot for willingly entering into the last legal form of slavery, he always looks really, really happy.
I know, I know… this is from movieland, but in a weird way these (real) moments like this that give me hope and remind me that there are good ones out there.
Okay back to my funk and the inevitable break-up needs to happen sooner than later. After a busy day of running around at work, I knew that my daily workout wasn’t going to happen. After cleaning a bit for my guests, I gave into the temptation and headed to bed with Season 6 of Sex and the City. For some reason I wanted to watch the last few episodes of the series in which Carrie is in Paris with the Russian (ick). I know I’ve seen these episodes before, but I’m assuming that it’s been at least a year because I saw Carrie’s decision to move; her friends’ reaction, support, and dismay; Carrie’s struggle; and Big’s inevitable decision to get her back all so differently. Why? Well as we all know, we tend to interpret things based on our own experiences. Now I may have not moved to Paris with a Russian artist, or any guy in another city for that matter, I know what it’s like to leave your comfort zone to embark on a new city, new adventure. And as Carrie witnessed herself, it’s through these experiences and struggles that we learn what we want/don’t want and sometimes find what we didn’t even know we were looking for. While some many find love or new friends, it all ends up being that we ultimately find ourself.
Over brunch on Sunday, Stef said it perfectly. “Everyone else seems to be having these wonderful things happen to them- new jobs, engagements, weddings, babies- I just wish it was my turn.” My response to Stef was that people think we (she and I) are living this glorious life because we’re in Chicago; however, we are the ones that know the reality of it. I’m sorry to burst your bubble, but big city of lights does not always mean instant happiness. In fact, I remember Phill telling me how NYC is one of the lonely places, which is so ironic because of the large amount of people it hosts. Well, after living here for 18 months I can say that Chicago falls into that category as well. Afterall, it’s not the place but the people that make a city so A.MAY.ZING. I mean Athens, OH (home to my alma mater, Ohio University) is the perfect example.
But going back to Stef’s comment/question…I think the same thing and so do a lot of other girls, so you’re definitely not the only one. We could spend many brunches talking about this- and probably will. I mean it’s the inevitable question: Why don’t good things (like love) happen to good people?
So what does all of this have to do with me and my soon-to-be-ex-funk? Well I think it goes back to the relationship/wedding/baby fever I’ve been experiencing and how with the weddings beginning in a week, I find myself with the single girl at the wedding syndrome. Does anyone feel that they fall vicitm wedding/relationship/baby fever during the springtime? I honestly don’t even recall being this bad (which isn’t even really that bad, but for me it is) until engagements, weddings, and babies bit my circle of friends. It’s just be unavoidable for me…and causing me to wonder ‘what if…’ more times than I’d like to admit.
What if I was engaged?
What if it was my wedding everyone was going to?
What if I got pregnant?
The funny thing is that I don’t even know if I want a boyfriend right now, let alone a fiancee, husband, or baby! Seriously. Life really f***s with your mind sometimes, doesn’t it?
So is this enough evidence to support this funk of mine? And I have I given it an adequate amount of attention to let it go? I hope so. But I have a feeling that the bug may be back…I don’t know, let’s say next weekend and the following weekend, and maybe again around June 19th. No matter what, seeing my friends happily marrying the loves of their lives is worth any kind of fever and bug bite .
PS. As I’ve acknowledged, I find that (my) life is always better with a crush. However, I think it’s best for me to give up on this little crush I currently harbor(ed). With my relationship/wedding/baby fever, and knowing me, I just think it’s better to say Adieu to you too.
Anyways, I think it’s time that I have a crush on no one but myself for awhile.