My first one was lovely and most importantly – I was with my entire family again, less than a month after my sister’s wedding. This meant a lot to me, so on Saturday I solo drove the four hours to my parent’s house with one sick child and one whiny one. I even cheated on Thanksgiving, which I rarely do, and watched a cheesy Christmas movie. Or two. On Sunday, Des slept in for the first time in ages and Scarlet had gotten up at 6:00am but had crawled into my parent’s bed, in-between them, and those three fell back to sleep adorably. After a feast of bacon, eggs and pumpkin pancakes, we were Baptism-bound.
As my brother-in-law described it, it was like bird calls during the ceremony. Des heard sirens and yelled, “Fire truck! Fire truck!” Another little girl shouted for a Band-Aid. The babies being baptized – my niece and another baby – made raspberry noises and squawked. So Des wasn’t actually the loudest one there.. I think? He might have been. He kept laughing too.
After there was a beautiful luncheon, and then only a three hour drive back, since I was leaving from the party and not my parent’s house. I pretty much lost that hour gained by hitting NJ/NY accident traffic, which of course makes anyone who ever left the tri-state area exclaim to themselves, or to two sleeping children, “Seriously guys? How does anyone live here? How did I live here?” And then I was back home in New England, and both kids were cranky and Des is still sick and I’m just so grateful for an awesome Old School Blogging topic this month: Five Random Things. And there is still time to link up too!
1. I’m seriously the deepest sleeper ever. When I was a little kid, a gunpowder plant exploded one weekend morning and woke up people for miles and miles. There were many loud blasts, which I slept through, but I did wake up to my sister crying and my parents trying to comfort her. There wasn’t a lot of comfort because they had no idea what had happened. It was a brilliant sunny day and it wasn’t loud thunder. We didn’t find out the truth right away because.. no social media. I also slept through an earthquake in San Francisco and one in New England too. However. I don’t sleep through nursing babies waking up because they need me specifically. I also can’t sleep a wink if I don’t trust you. If I’m in your house, or if you’re in my house and I think you’re shady? I won’t sleep well. Which was pretty much 2-4 entire years of college for me. Never again.
2. I’m also a terrible flyer and for someone who sleeps just fine anywhere else, I can’t sleep on a plane for more than a few minutes at a time. Then I jump awake. For my first trip after September 11th, I actually left the country to go to Vancouver. I had a little “gift” from my doctor with me – a box of Klonopin. I never took it. It was also the bumpiest flight I’ve ever been on and I was totally calm while the plane was plummeting. While in Vancouver, we took a ferry and two buses to get to some wild place somewhere.. out there. My ex paid someone to go up in a helicopter on a glacier. I told him (and them) no way in hell I’d go. At the last possible moment, I jumped into the helicopter. It went up like an elevator and landed on a glacier.
3. Until I was 18 (and change), I had a thing for lost boys. They were like bad boys, but not really bad. Just lost. Think of Judd Nelson from The Breakfast Club and think about how that movie ended happily. Imagine how that relationship would go down in real life? Yes. I had a crush on the short, pudgy short-order cook from one of my pizza jobs. He had been in prison. I guess that was bad, but he wasn’t in a prison for something terrible, I assure you. Don’t get me started on my senior year prom date. Just don’t. Ok, you can. One day. I outgrew the Lost Boys thing in college. I just couldn’t do it anymore.
4. My older sister and I used to come up with these master-minded plans of just being.. total a-holes. I’ll share some of hers one day.. For one of mine, I convinced my siblings and my little neighbors to go trick-or-treating at some point soon after Halloween. The way I figured it, people would still be wanting to get rid of their candy. We actually got quite a haul, but we also got totally in trouble. For another plan, we all dressed in costumes in April (not Halloween), and jumped on my little sister’s school bus when it arrived to drop her off, and once the bus door swung open. We danced around the bus in costume and tried to scare all the little kids. We were trying to embarrass my little sister, but as she told us, “You really only embarrassed yourself.” She was very wise for her young age but I wasn’t actually embarrassed. I’m still not.
5. For my 21st birthday, my boyfriend at the time took me to New Orleans. We got up at the literal crack of dawn and got on a mostly empty airplane except for a very rowdy bachelorette party who had never gone to bed the previous night. They weren’t even hungover.. yet. They were still drunk. They got the pilot to give them lots of shout-outs. We actually shared a car with them to the French Quarter and they were quite lovely. During one of our nights in the city, my boyfriend paid a fortune teller at 3:00am to tell him his future. The fortune teller even told him specifically when he’d die, and all kinds of crazy information. I did not get my fortune told. I didn’t believe in the fortune teller, but I was afraid just the same.