Seriously. I do not like drama. Yet, it seems to be everywhere lately. Does it seem to come in waves for you all too?
Drama in the hood - Several gal pals in the neighborhood are all in the middle of very major life changes. They will all be better off in the long run though. Several are in different stages of marital strife for all different reasons. It has been heartbreaking to hold their hands and cry with them. I have learned some serious life lessons over the last year or so. Most importantly I have been reminded that things are very often not what they seem, and that you should never judge based on what you THINK. Thinking is not the same as knowing! Also, appearances mean NOTHING. Who gives a shit if the Joneses are "ahead" of you. Are they happy? Do you know if they sold their integrity or principles to keep up their "image?" Would you covet that new BMW if you knew that they were paying for it, literally and figuratively, for the rest of their lives? I have learned that sometimes you should leave the house a little messy, put off the yardwork one more day, and just enjoy being with the people you love.
Happy Drama in the hood - My best Texas gal pal (Grant's future MIL!) is NOT moving !!!! Yay!! This has been hanging over my head for about a month and I was seriously getting sick about it. It is not like the military where it sucked when your friends left, but you would be leaving too. No, now it is an even suckier deal. But, she is happily knocked up and is therefore staying put. Now I can have fun helping to decorate a nursery and throw a baby shower! Want to come? I throw a mean shower!
House Drama - Got all excited about a true find of a house. Problem with great finds in real estate, of course, is that all the smart, sassy girls with great taste surf real estate porn every day just like me. And their husbands weren't NATOPS officers stuck in the middle of a NATOPS inspection briefings when they had an appt to see the lovely house. And that means they put a cash offer on the house before you can get your husband to see it that afternoon. Oh, and I'll get to see it more often now because guess what? One of our friend's from the boys' school bought it! I can already feel the knife twisting a little when I drop Connor off for playdates.
Military drama - We had a green light H&F this past Saturday. Fun. With an exception that on Sunday morning one of the guys was headed for a little 12 month vacation from the flying navy if you know what I mean. We all drank, and laughed. But in the end, I think we all felt guilty. I know I did. His wife is adorable, spunky, and fun. I can't help thinking how it feels to be her. I felt guilty driving home that my husband would be leaving the next day for a regular 3-day trip. Rich later confessed to the same feelings only worse. I will be keeping my promise to her husband to make sure she has some crazy fun as often as possible until he comes home. (I also promised to take her to the "stripper store" before he comes home) All of this guilt (compounded further by Candi's latest news) heavily influences our ad nauseum, circular conversations about the reserves which are best summed up by a classic from The Clash:
"Should I stay or should I go now?
Should I stay or should I go now?
If I go there will be trouble
An' if I stay it will be double
So come on and let me know
This indecision's bugging me"
Needle Drama - I briefly wanted to be a doctor. Turned out I was squeamish. I didn't like needles, scalpels, or blood. I have seen more needles lately than I like. And, much to my surprise I'm going to be seeing more of them. Now, let me be clear, I do not have cancer. In December, I finally got the nerve to see a doctor about a lump I found early last fall. It is apparently not quite the boring fibroid they(and I) thought it was. So, this afternoon, I was awarded the lovely parting gift of a biopsy/lumpectomy. Fun! Did I mention that I do not like needles? Not a fan of scars either. They assure me I will still be able to wear a bikini top, but I am a little wary. Not to mention, the vain part of me is already trying to calculate how to make up for the lost couple weeks of Pilate's and Yoga while my exercise is restricted. How will I be ready for the beach? Not that I've ever managed to be ready in years gone by, but I was really really trying this year. Now that I am officially done having babies and all it seems like time to get serious about fixing this body of mine.
Are you still reading? For the love of God, why? Have you ever heard one girl talk so much about so little?
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3 comments:
You had better be taking me to that stripper store, too! How fun is that?
GIRL. If you need ice cream to help with that "ectomy" situation, call me. I have the perfect flavor to recommend. :) It's lo-fat, I swear. (((hug)))
You had a lump? We really need to talk more often.
Neighborhood drama is constant and ongoing. It can't be any worse than Liberty Lane.
And deployment guilt is perpetual as well. Just like one someone else's kid gets sick and yours doesn't. It's natural to be relieved it isn't you.
And I'm giggling to myself thinking of you in a stripper store in your Eddie Bauer shorts, ironed shirt and loafers. Hee.
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