As long as I can call it hanging out with a friend and meet you there at a location of your choosing, I'm good. I love talking about a show afterwards, too.
As long as I can call it hanging out with a friend and meet you there at a location of your choosing, I'm good. I love talking about a show afterwards, too.
*hugs*
1) You're welcome. 2) Yes, yes, of course. 3) Me, too (especially when my son is the lead! )
Just joinin' in on the yucks and ribbing that John210, KerryK were posting by going all out and doin', like, my best, y'know, nervous 17 year-old (sans pimples). Oh, God, I hope I don't get one the day of the show! Fri. or Sat.? I have no preference because I'm going to both having not seen any of the seven performances to date. Bad Dad.
Gardener
"My soul, be satisfied with flowers, With fruit, with weeds even; but gather them In the one garden you may call your own." Cyrano deBergerac
I had a great time watching G'Man's son perform. To say he has an incredible voice and strong stage presence is an understatement. It was a delightful evening.
Gardener's son was introducing G'Man to another actor who then turned to me to shake hands. I wonder why he's doing that but shake hands anyway. He says, "And you are?" My eyes bug open, I let out an articulate "Uhhhhhh" and croak out "A friend." All sorts of firsts.
So.. today has been a little odd and disconcerting..
Two teenagers in town died instantly last night when their car lost control and plowed into a tree and the third passenger is hospitalized. My daughter was in shows with two of the passengers (girls). I know the one who survived and had seen the one who died perform. It's such a sense of shock and disbelief... almost like I disassociate.. it's so painful to consider.
A few days ago my former spouse called asking for the title to his car. I suggested we get everything together and just finish off all the paperwork. He called later saying politely that he needed the title. It turns out he has to sell his high end Lexus, that he is in dire financial straits. For some reason I felt slightly comforted that he was suffering too. After all, I'd gotten rid of my costly car in May to help ease the debt.
I told him how dismal the housing market was. "That's why I was pushing you to get the house on the market in August." he said. Huh? Strange to think he 'cared'. It was the first time we've had a non-negative phone call. Then again, I'm perfectly happy to never see him again... weird, huh? Maybe that's still some latent hurt.. but what the hell...
A year ago my dad asked if my son would like to see the Notre Dame vs UCONN football game in Indiana in November '09. My oldest was up for it and very excited. Six months ago my dad died shortly after the Notre Dame tickets arrived. My mom gave them to me for my son and felt a great sense of comfort that he was going to go.. that it would be something my dad would have loved. She even sent my son money for gas and lodgings for the trip.
Turns out my son didn't/couldn't go because of a huge project. He got the letter from my mom but never saw the check. My mom called me up two days before the game and started crying thinking of my dad, fretting about making sure I found someone to use the tickets (I'm in CT, the game was in IN) and that they could NOT be sold!
My anxiety goes through the roof when my mom is sad, upset. It's like I want to, have to do anything and everything to make her feel better.. like I can't handle her being disappointed.
This morning I realized that between everything else, I'd forgotten to call friends in IN to see if they would be able to go to the game. It'd had been so long since I'd talked to them I couldn't even remember their last name!
In the end, I called the ND box office and contributed the tickets in memory of my father. My mother felt such a sense of relief and was even happier when I called to confirm that it would be seen as a charitable contribution.
Learning triggers is a biggie. But my oh my.. does my mom being upset get to me.
*hugs*
Oh yes.. my daughter is at a "Sweet Sixteen" party with a bunch of kids who were friends with the girl who died and the one who is injured. She was saying that if some of the kids start talking about the accident she's going to say the following: "Shut up. This is about our friend's 16th birthday. This is her night. We can talk about this when it's the right time."
I'm going to borrow her head and put it on my shoulders.
"My actions are my only true belongings. I cannot escape the consequences of my actions. My actions are the ground upon which I stand." Thich Nhat Hanh
G-Woman, Thank you for coming and sharing the show - and him - with me.
Originally Posted By: Gypsy
I had a great time watching G'Man's son perform. To say he has an incredible voice and strong stage presence is an understatement. It was a delightful evening.
True, true says the objective Dad.
Originally Posted By: gypsy
Gardener's son was introducing G'Man to another actor who then turned to me to shake hands. I wonder why he's doing that but shake hands anyway. He says, "And you are?" My eyes bug open, I let out an articulate "Uhhhhhh" and croak out "A friend." All sorts of firsts.
See, tellin' the truth isn't so hard, now, is it?
Oh, and Gypsy: on the way home I remembered I didn't see my brother two weeks ago on his birthday. Called him up and said, "belated birthday outing tomorrow, pick you up at 7:00."
Guess where I took him?
The G'Man ain't no fool.
Gardener
"My soul, be satisfied with flowers, With fruit, with weeds even; but gather them In the one garden you may call your own." Cyrano deBergerac
Two teenagers in town died instantly last night when their car lost control and plowed into a tree and the third passenger is hospitalized. My daughter was in shows with two of the passengers (girls). I know the one who survived and had seen the one who died perform. It's such a sense of shock and disbelief... almost like I disassociate.. it's so painful to consider.
Oh, God. I'm so sorry. How's your daughter?
Originally Posted By: Gypsy
For some reason I felt slightly comforted that he was suffering too. After all, I'd gotten rid of my costly car in May to help ease the debt.
heheheh. Um, I mean, "I understand."
Originally Posted By: Gypsy=
I told him how dismal the housing market was. "That's why I was pushing you to get the house on the market in August." he said. Huh? Strange to think he 'cared'. It was the first time we've had a non-negative phone call. Then again, I'm perfectly happy to never see him again... weird, huh? Maybe that's still some latent hurt.. but what the hell...
Like the market was any better in August? Good to have a non-negative conversation, though (I guess). Yeah...what the hell.
Gardener
"My soul, be satisfied with flowers, With fruit, with weeds even; but gather them In the one garden you may call your own." Cyrano deBergerac
In the end, I called the ND box office and contributed the tickets in memory of my father. My mother felt such a sense of relief and was even happier when I called to confirm that it would be seen as a charitable contribution.
What a great idea! Good solution. Good for you.
Originally Posted By: Gypsy
Learning triggers is a biggie. But my oh my.. does my mom being upset get to me.
Understandable, but why to the point of,
Originally Posted By: Gypsy
My anxiety goes through the roof when my mom is sad, upset. It's like I want to, have to do anything and everything to make her feel better.. like I can't handle her being disappointed.
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Originally Posted By: Gypsy
Oh yes.. my daughter is at a "Sweet Sixteen" party with a bunch of kids who were friends with the girl who died and the one who is injured. She was saying that if some of the kids start talking about the accident she's going to say the following: "Shut up. This is about our friend's 16th birthday. This is her night. We can talk about this when it's the right time."
I'm going to borrow her head and put it on my shoulders.
You must be proud of such a level-headed, centered daughter. Sounds more like she's got a lot of your head "on her shoulders"
Gardener
"My soul, be satisfied with flowers, With fruit, with weeds even; but gather them In the one garden you may call your own." Cyrano deBergerac
My daughter and I just watched the final episode of "Jon and Kate Plus Eight". Parts of it had me squirming in discomfort... like when she was talking about telling the kids about divorce, what gets lost. When she described one of the older girls crumpling into a ball and sobbing the image of my daughter's reaction.. those sobs, tears that wouldn't stop came forth. I had no idea what divorce even meant back then. I never imagined that he would leave it all, had already left it. I really wanted to walk out of the room during the show but stayed. One other time I did during a show where the married family man started getting involved with a female coworker. Couldn't stand it. I had to walk.
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