Category: friends

Good to say things out loud sometimes…

I’m a writer not a talker.

I type somewhere between 4 and 100 billion emails a day.  I talk on the phone maybe twice a day, maybeeeeee.  I am so addicted to blogging that in the less than 36 hours that the Kat Box was down in transition, I was pacing the floor and having what could only be described as a hissy fit.  Need to write, need to type.

But sometimes, you have to say things out loud.

And today, I did pretty good with that, I think.  In one of my blogs that disappeared into the ether in the transition, I talked about my friend with cancer–I don’t think he’d mind me using his name as long as I don’t give out any other personal info.  Kevin has stage four colon cancer with spots on his liver and his lungs right now.  This news is pretty fresh to me, just learned it in the past month, even though Kevin and his wife have been working through this nearly a year now.

Kevin was my first real boyfriend in high school and we are so close in age that the word “cancer” confuses me.  No one our age has cancer, right?? I’m still processing the information really.

Got to have a short visit with Kevin a couple weeks ago, and he said some good stuff to me, things that were good to hear, good for the heart and soul.  Got me all teary-eyed indeed, and I was pretty much speechless on the spot. 

So then I had to decide what I wanted him to know most, because there are so many things to say!  Think back to any single person in your life who was important to you; what would you want to tell them?  Do you thank them for passing on their love of crazy fast cars?  Do you thank them for spoiling the snot out of you so much that you now operate under ridiculously unreasonable expectations?  Do you thank them for class rings and passed notes and mixed tapes (god, I love mixed tapes/CDs, they are SUCH a gift!)??  What do you say?

I thought about it, and I decided what I most wanted to tell Kevin.  I went to see him this afternoon, and I basically told him this, which I don’t mind sharing because it’s so very true: Thank you for telling me I was a worthwhile person at a time when I really didn’t know it; thank you for telling me that I was a good, special, beautiful person even though I couldn’t always hear it back then, couldn’t accept it.  Kevin’s positive opinion of me made a difference that I’ve carried with me all this time; he pointed out to me back then that I was not broken, was not damaged goods, was perfect just as I was. 

And that’s a lesson that I’ve carried on through the years—-if you’ve ever been in a moment of personal crisis with me and you’re falling apart on me, you know I will tell you that you are perfect just as you are, that you are worthwhile and great, even if you are in transition, a work in progress, that you are perfect to me.  Only in comprehending Kevin’s cancer did I recognize that the lessons he taught me way back in high school I still carry with me and use every day—and isn’t that incredibly cool? 

I know it might sound cheesey, but we are all our life’s experiences mushed into the here and now…so who taught you what you know?  Who taught you to love ranch dressing on captain’s wafers?  Who introduced you to Slayer? Who took you mountain biking for the first time?  Maybe there’s someone you should thank, and if you’re feeling especially brave, maybe you should say it out loud.

Thanks, Kevin, and I wish you and your wife Brenda good things as you push through this, as you best the beast together.

Roller Skating is the FUN-est thing ever!

Yesterday, we celebrated the 10th bday of one of my friend’s kids with a skating party at Tarwheels.  I made sure it was ok with the birthday girl that I skated, too, not wanting to steal all her birthday thunder with my cool-osity on wheels.

In truth, there wasn’t a whole lot of cool-osity because those ill-fitting skates made the tendonitis in my right foot burn like a mofo, but! It really was fun.  I don’t know what the deal was with the DJ, but he didn’t spin the really good tunes until near the end (“No Parking on the Dance Floor” and “Freakazoid,” anyone?).  Once the hot tunes were cranking, I had flashbacks of being the same age as the birthday girl and skating my heart out with my buddies.  A couple of us elderly parents were on wheels, and it really was pretty hard work, but I had the best time. 

I want a skating party for my birthday!  Let’s do a private party–hope they’ll let us play our own music since all us creaky old parental types were excited about the prospect of some punk tunes and skatemoshing! Hope someone will be on hand to drive us to the Urgent Care!  Since I had no parties as a child, I insist on having them as an adult, so let’s do this in September!

The birthday shindig

But wait…she doesn’t have a code name! This bday diva doesn’t have a code name!  Daisy. We’ll call her Daisy.

We honored our Daisy’s bday by throwing down far too many beverages at Scully’s, and it was damn fun.  When women get together away from home, away from work, the conversations that we have are insane: piercings and pole dancing and general oversharing.  I laughed and grinned so much my face hurt.

The most interesting part of the evening will not be published here, but will instead be tucked away for blackmail purposes, filed away…those of you who seem to think my blog is an intimate tell-all would be surprised to realize how little I actually tell in my little corner of cyberspace, how many secrets will never dance across your computer screen.  It’s in the vault, on lockdown, until it’s needed.

Happy birthday, Miss Daisy…you are so very awesomely cool, glad to count you as one of my posse.