Monday, April 14, 2014

My Dream Man- 25 Years after Getting Ready for Greatness

Today marks the 25th anniversary of the release of Say Anything and that is tantamount to a national holiday in my eyes! (See what I did there?) This evening I am snuggling in and watching my all-time favorite movie for the ga-zillionth time.

After 25 years I can say with even more enthusiasm than ever that Lloyd Dobler is still my dream man.

I've written about Lloyd and Say Anything many times over the years (you can read a past blog about this subject HERE) and I couldn't let this milestone pass without writing about it once again. My wise lovey mom has always said, "The reasons I fell in love with your dad are not the reasons I love him today" and the same can be said for my love of Lloyd. What starry-eyed teen wouldn't swoon when Lloyd kicks the glass out of Diane's way while walking her home or be able to resist that iconic image of Lloyd holding up the boombox while blasting "In Your Eyes"?

But, the reasons I fell in love with Lloyd are not the same reasons I love him today.

As an adult, what I love about Lloyd is his confidence. As he contemplates his future beyond graduation he's confident that he doesn't know what he wants to do with his life aside from kickboxing ("the sport of the future"). When someone asks him how it happened that Diane was his date to their graduation party he confidently explains, "I'm Lloyd Dobler!" And when Diane's father asks him about his plans for the future, Lloyd confidently explains that he plans to spend as much time with his daughter as possible.

Coupled with that confidence is his unassuming strength. [On the outside chance that you've been living under a rock for 25 years, I must say, "spoiler alert!"] Knowing that Diane will regret leaving the country if she doesn't make some sort of effort to reconcile with her father (a man who has made no secret about his disdain for Lloyd), he hand delivers a letter to him when she thinks she can't face him yet.

And, 25 years later, I also really dig the fact that Lloyd showed that he's got an ear for great music as evidenced by the then-little-known Red Hot Chili Peppers playing in his car at the beginning of the movie.

Thank you, Cameron Crowe for 25 years of greatness!


Thursday, March 13, 2014

Aging Parents

In the past few months, I've realized that my not having raised any children has put me at a distinct disadvantage for caring for my aging parents. Make no mistake, my parents aren't in need of full-time care, but there are many things that I have tried to start helping with because they should be able to take it easier as they get older. The list of things they have reluctantly relinquished to me is quite short but I'm hoping these small things will ease the way for when we have to tackle the really BIG things.

That brings me to this morning.

My mother is in Texas helping my sister. When she was preparing to leave, her only instruction for me was, "Make sure your father eats." Easy enough! That's already one less instruction than given in Gremlins and we know how that turned out. Oh! That's right........they had two simple instructions to follow and they failed miserably. Still, I only have the one instruction and I'm a pretty decent cook, so I've got this!

......or maybe not.

Last night I asked my father what he wanted for dinner. He said, "Oh, I've already eaten". Well, the first night is going smoothly! He's an adult and he's already fed himself. I think to myself with an imagined fist pump, "Sweet! This is going to be cakewalk!" I make myself some dinner and that's the smooth end to day one of making sure my father eats.

This morning as I'm preparing to leave for work, I hear my father come in from taking the dog out. He has no idea that I'm in the next room and I hear him talking to the dog. [By the way, talking to the dog is a totally common occurrence and in no way illustrates any diminished mental capabilities.]

"Well, Mollie, if Papa passes out are you going to be able to help him?"
[Silence from the dog]
"You can bark for help, right?"
[More silence from the dog]

Since Mollie doesn't seem willing to help, I step into the room and he looks up at me like a 5 year old who got caught doing something.

"Ummmmmm......did you tell Mollie you thought you might pass out?"
"Oh, I'm just feeling dizzy", he said.
"Did you stand up too fast?" I ask trying to determine WHY he's feeling dizzy.
"No, I was feeling dizzy before I got out of bed."

Well, that makes it better........NOT!

Since he will be home alone once I leave for my workday [except for Mollie, who seemed reluctant to offer her best Lassie impersonation should he pass out or fall down a well], I decide I need to wait until the dizziness subsides so I don't come home to him passed out on the floor with a bump on his noggin!

I ask more questions trying to determine what's causing the dizziness and my fact finding leads me to this question:

"What did you have for dinner last night?" [Remember, the easy first night when he told me he's already eaten dinner? Wait for it.......]

"Popcorn"

"Excuse me? You had popcorn for dinner? What did you have for lunch?"
"I didn't have time for lunch yesterday."

And, there you have it! No lunch and popcorn for dinner. I send a text my first client and tell her I'll be late so I can make my father some breakfast. As I start to the kitchen I hear him say, "I can just drive to the donut shop and get some breakfast."

Seriously?!? You just told the dog you might pass out and you think you should get in your truck and drive? This must be the equivalent of what a baby might say if he could talk as he crawls towards the electrical outlet! "I'll be fine! You go on to work! I'm just going to crawl over and lick this electrical outlet".

Needless to say, I made him some breakfast and left him with instructions to EAT LUNCH!

Only one instruction! How hard can that be?

Thursday, January 16, 2014

'Twas the Night Before....

As if I were a child on Christmas Eve, I lie here in bed with my heart full of excitement. Excitement because The Emperor has come to town! Even now, as I write this, he's a scant 20 minutes from where I will try to sleep tonight! I would probably find it too difficult to wait until Saturday if it weren't for tomorrow.

Tomorrow I will make the journey to my beloved OKC where an abbreviated, yet illustrious, number of the Jet Set will gradually make their way to celebrate. Celebrate what? We celebrate US! We celebrate all the things which have happened in the 4 months since we last gathered for Gateway Glitterati. Global journeys which have come to an end, marriages, partings, new love, old love, the anticipation of true equality for so many of our motley crew and friendship- deep and abiding!

Elite like the cloak and dagger secret societies of the ivy-league schools, the Jet Set makes no move to keep our gatherings a secret. One may find themselves in the midst of one of our gatherings (it takes only an invitation from a Jet Setter for one to attend) but it takes a nod from The Emperor to become a Jet Setter. One never knows where or when the next Jet Set event might manifest but one must be willing to travel at some point in order to keep up with our crowd.

What I love so much about the Jet Set is our diversity! When we gather, the amount of sheer wit, intelligence, success, beauty and fun are staggering! That's why I get so excited when we're able to get together.......fun and debauchery of epic proportions are about to go down.

So, I will try to sleep as I think about all the fun but I doubt I'll get much rest!

Sunday, December 15, 2013

It's a Fine Line

I believe there's a fine line between most things and finding that perfect balance between them is the key! Lately I've been thinking about that fine line between humble self-confidence and blatant conceitedness. It's one thing to be confident in one's own abilities and talents and quite another to be a conceited snob.

When one feels the need to constantly tell everyone what an awesome athlete/singer/cook/writer one is there might be an issue with finding that balance between humility and conceit. Furthermore, if a person constantly barrages anyone who will listen with how great their talent is and constantly berates others who are also similarly talented, I tend to discount that persons talent.....even if they are brilliant. Being braggadocios and boastful is just poor manners and makes one ugly in my opinion.

Don't get me wrong. It's great to believe in the depth of your talent, but believing that no one else in the entire world is as talented as you is short-sighted. It's true that there probably is someone in the world who is better than everyone else in their particular area of expertise. The chances that, out of everyone in the entire world that is YOU..... well, statistically speaking, the odds are not in your favor.

Here's what I'm wondering. What's wrong with being able to admit and accept that someone else plays/sings/cooks/writes as well as you do?" And, if you really do believe that no one is as equally talented as you, why can't you keep it to yourself? I feel that if one is truly talented, others will realize it without having it pointed out for them.

[steps down from soapbox]

Friday, November 29, 2013

Deep Peace (or Thanksgiving Thankfulness Blog Pt 2)

A few weeks ago I attended my college homecoming. Not only was it homecoming but it was also my 20 year class reunion AND the 50th anniversary celebration of The University Chorale. As one of my Kappa brothers always said, "The friends you make in college are the friends you'll keep for the rest of your life" and he was correct! So many of the people I'm friends with are college chums and more specifically, fellow University Chorale members.

Even if I had the gift of writing a beautifully elegant description of what my years singing with Chorale meant to me, I don't think one could fully understand it without experiencing it. It wasn't just that I attended my university at the height of Agee's Years of Excellence, but that I happened to walk into an audition for the university mixed chorus the first week of my freshman year. Little did I know that audition would shape my entire college career and would still have such a great effect on me 24 years later.

Once I was chosen to become a part of Chorale, they did just that.....made me a part of it. Something so beyond anything I could have hoped for as a 17 year old. The lessons learned just sitting in rehearsals under Dr. Cobb and performing and touring with 50some of the most talented people created life-long memories that are reinforced each time I've returned for Chorale reunions.

Our fearless and dedicated leader created such a unique bond and experience and for that I will be forever thankful! Thank you, Dr (Cobb) Lippens for allowing me to be a part of something so meaningful. On this day of thanksgiving I'm so thankful that I walked into that audition room all those years ago.

I leave you this evening the way MY Chorale would leave when parting......with a blessing. OUR  blessing to those who were a part of us and to those who had come to listen to us. I wish I had the recording of us singing this at homecoming, but this song is beautiful and the sentiment is heartfelt.

Deep Peace to You!