January 2010

When Harry Met Sally is one of my very favorite movies of all time. I’ve seen it about a million times and am totally in love with it for a few reasons:

• I. Am. Sally.   Everything on the side?   Check.    Obsessive compulsive with a hint of endearing?   Check.   Embarssing significant other in public places?  Check, check and check.
• One of the main songs, “It Had To Be You” was one of my parents favorite songs.   I have so many memories of growing up watching the two of them dancing to that song in our living room…I always wanted to be fancy like that.  Sadly I ended up with two left feet and a husband that rocks the “white mans overbite” on the dance floor.   Fred and Ginger, we are not.
• I kind of gave up on the classics I grew up with after realizing I’d never grace a dance floor and started listening to to things like “Ice, Ice, Baby” (don’t judge) which provided me the opportunity to move about in a more random fashion and call it dancing.     That is, until “When Harry Met Sally” came out and I fell head over heels in love with the soundtrack and more importantly the voice behind it all, Harry Connick, Jr.

Saying I’m in love with Harry might be the understatement of the century.

I mean, look at that face…

…those blue eyes, that voice….that Cajun accent…add the fact that he can tickle the ivories and um, well….oh my…

Harry is a guy I’ve always wanted to meet.   I’m not sure how I’d react to be honest…given my past record of stalking and totally inappropriate behavior around any type of celebrities, let alone one I’ve been in love with for-evah.    

I guess I’m about to find out though…here’s the scoop, and it’s been very hard for me to keep this quiet for the month or so I’ve known…

Harry Connick,  Jr. is making an appearance at Blissdom this year!

::Pausing for a moment while you faint…::

It’s okay, I’ve been a little weak in the knees since I heard!    Can you believe it?!?

There’s still time for you to join us (me and Harry that is…wink, wink!).    Go here to buy your tickets. Not only will you get the chance to be part of a very small audience of women listening to an unbelievable, once in a lifetime private concert, you will get the chance to spend the weekend with a bunch of really amazing women and learn some great stuff.

Hey, they are even letting me host a panel.   I KNOW. Try to contain yourselves, or at least resolve not to heckle, okay?

In the meantime, I’m leaving you with this little clip of Harry….because he and I are totally going to be on a first name basis after this, right?    Hope to see you there!

..and yes, I totally plan on leaning over the piano while he sings….one of you will bail me out of jail for stalking right???

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Seeing as how I’ve declared 2010 as the year of “finding myself” I feel the need to dispense some advice to the “celebrities” gracing the cover of People this week.

I don’t even know where to start with this, but let’s just dive in, shall we?

Dear Kate:

Those hair extensions?    Are not your friend.    A couple of things come to mind when I look at this picture of you.

• You have eight kids.  EIGHT.  How on earth do you expect to keep those things in?
• TLC pays you big bucks to be a Mom.   You sort of look like you need a pole to dance on in this picture.   Or maybe a shot with Billy Ray Cyrus in his “Achey Breaky Heart” days, because girlfriend, you are now sporting a mullet.
• Brittney Spears.   Extensions.   Not good.    Think about it.

Dear Jersey Shore Cast:

Andy Warhol called from the great beyond and wants you to know your fifteen minutes of fame are almost up.

• Snookie?  Drunk and stupid is no way to go through life.   Ask Dean Wormer from Animal House.   I promise you your job search, should you choose to go that route, is going to be challenging at best.    Somewhere in America, your parents are weeping.
• “The Situation”?  No one needs to be named that.    Also, your use of your name in the third party, as in, “The Situation is not happy”?    Your children and your grand-children thank you for the never ending laughs.    However, many girls on the Jersey Shore are now sporting “I Love The Situation” on their hineys which I guess may be some consolation.  Somewhere in America, your parents are also weeping.
• The parents of the girls sporting “I Love The Situation” on their hineys?   Also weeping.
• Third Girl?   I don’t know who you are but based on the one episode I saw you are either cheating on your boyfriend, hooking up with complete strangers or a combination of the two.   STD’s are not a laughing matter young woman, repeat after me, “No Glove?  No Love.”   Your parents are also weeping in a corner somewhere.  And probably buying a lot of antibiotics for your spring break visit.

Dear Elin:

Tiger is a piece of trash.   Take the 300 million and run honey….you so totally earned it at this point.

Love to all of you,

TSM

PS:

Dear People:

While this was a refreshing change from the Bi-Monthy “Half Their Size” issues, none of these people are celebrities.     Might be time for a new editor, think about it.    My cancellation notice is in the mail….you’ve been warned.

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See this picture?

I used to be her.

Let’s talk about about what you see here because maybe you don’t know the person who painted this.  But I do.  It was the first oil painting I ever purchased way back when.

Her name is Long Tall Drink of Blue.  Not my name, the name the artist gave her.  I saw her and immediately had to have her.    She represented so much to me.

Look at her.

Back arched in pride.  Fist curled for a fight.   Legs curled to give her the ability to stand up when she falls down.  And that yellow thing you see popping up out of her?   That is her life force.   Read it for what you will.   Maybe it’s the children she brings into the world and those egg looking things are well, actual eggs.    That’s what the artist told me anyway.

I see that yellow thing as something different.   Yes, it is represents the children she brings into the world but I see more.   It’s the life force she delivers to the world.   Her very being brings change, happiness, comfort, but most of all strength to those around her.  Those egg looking thingies (artist speak…Texas style…) might very well represent future opportunities or challenges to be overcome.

I used to be her.

I lost her.

I’m going to get her back.

Somewhere over the past year, I’ve let a bunch of things out of my control bring me down…and I’ve made some decisions that were in my control that I would change if I could.   I’ve let others control my thoughts, my emotions, my very opinion about myself.

Not anymore.

Things are about to change around here, and by here…I mean my life.   My husband, my children and I deserve so much more than what I have put myself through.   I am not perfect, I will never be.  But a few of the things I am are smart, perceptive and intuitive.  Add dedicated and hard working to that mix and my God…I don’t suck nearly as much as I thought I did.

My blog will still be the same thing it always was, hopefully funny with a little bit of sentiment peppered in here and there.   But every once in a while, you may see a different side of me.   One that is trying to grow beyond restraints this year, maybe learning to grow farther than I’ve allowed myself to before.   With any luck, this year I will lose all common sense and throw caution to the wind and do something that makes me giddy for no other reason than it just felt like the right thing to do at the time.

It’s time to get honest here, I’m not doing this for money because God knows I make nothing off this.  It’s a personal journal that I have chosen to share.    It’s an introspective look into my thoughts, my dreams and and the loves of my life…my family.   It’s something I want my children to see someday and realize not only was their Mom funny, but she was something else…something yet to be defined.   Or maybe it has been defined and I just need to find it again.

It’s time to get real…both here and in my life.

I think things are about to get a whole lot better.

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