Single Is Not A Status

I often joke with my family and friends that if I am meant to meet Mr. Right, he will have to fall through my living room ceiling, because I am not going out there searching for him. Which makes this story funny.  As I have mentioned in a past post my neighbor is a semi popular, known musician. I am not saying his name to protect his privacy. He rents the space next to my town home to use as his studio/office/home away from home.  Fast forward to the other night around 1 AM when I am jolted awake by my cell phone ringing. I leave my phone on in case my adult children ever need me for any reason. I immediately think something is wrong and my heart is pounding as I jolt awake out of a deep sleep and sit up in my bed all disoriented. I reach over and grab my phone and I see my neighbors name on the screen. My first thought is he butt dialed me. I decide to answer because what if it is an emergency and not a butt dial. Why else would he be calling me in the middle of the night? "Hello

It feels important that I write this blog tonight on the date I had to face one of my biggest fears fifteen years ago. February 22, 2008 at 11:25 a.m. my mom passed away.....died....took her final breath, never to breathe again in this life. So dark and final. She was far too young to leave us at the age of 58, only days away from her 59th birthday. She use to always joke about how she hated getting old and she never really seemed to truly enjoy her birthdays. In her words, turning 60 meant she was OLD!!  I bet if she could have known that she would never get to be sixty. She would have viewed turning sixty differently. I know I do now that I am approaching fifty.  As of today I am ten years away from being the age she was when she died. Ten years doesn't feel long enough to accomplish all my dreams. I can't imagine not being here in ten years from now. Yes I know none of us knows how long we have left, but we hope to live the maximum life expectancy possible.  So hard to belie

 I fell in love with drums when I was about fifteen years old and discovering the big hair eighties bands. Bon Jovi being one of my favorites.  Every song they put out I fell in love with. I was raised in a very strict religious family and listening to rock music was forbidden and something I had to sneak around to do. I remember painstakingly creating my own mix tapes of my favorite songs recorded from the radio.  One day my dad found my mixed tapes and destroyed them all while yelling at me that they were the devils music and I had invited the devil into his house by making these tapes. I didn't believe that was true and I continued to listen to the forbidden rock station whenever my dad was not around. I loved how the beat made me want to dance and how happy I felt when my favorite song would come on. Yes Living on Prayer is still one of my favorites.  I had a boyfriend at the time who could play drums. I remember asking him to play something for me every chance I got. I admired

I am a sucker for Rom-Com's and I just finished watching one that takes place around Christmastime. Christmas time is especially filled with romantic, tear jerker movies.  It had all the cli-che' romantic moments in it that make my heart dream of finding that love one day. You know, the  serendipity kind of meeting where fate seemingly brings you together in some random way, when you are least expecting it. You both feel this magical connection and you can't stop thinking about each other.  Then there are all the romantic gestures, like knocks on your window at midnight on the exact date you first met, with a ring and a proposal. All the wedding planning and dreaming of your happily ever after, which will be filled with romantic moments the rest of your life. Right? He will always look adoringly into your eyes and tell you how lucky he is to have found you on that fateful day, as he hands you over a steaming mug of coffee each morning to gently wake you up for work.... WAIT

 Sometimes the sweetest surprises can be as simple as a unexpected text. It was a normal Monday evening and I was getting ready for bed. I had just brushed my teeth and was picking out my outfit for the next day, when I hear my phone give its text notification ring. My first thought at 10:30 at night, was that it was one of my work families letting me know of a sudden change in the following days routine, example: a child was sick. I wasn't in a rush to learn of potential bad news so I finished what I was doing, before walking across the room to check my phone.  "Thanks for being the best neighbor/human being. I could've ever had living next to me. If there was ever a question in my mind that the universe looks out for us and provides opportunities for us when we need them. The most that question was answered was when you moved in. I won't be home for more than a couple of days from now until April but I came home for 24 hours and had so much I had to do and you popped

  It's a random Friday afternoon and my phone rings. "What are you doing tonight?" my sister asks. "No plans yet, why what do you have in mind?" I answer. "Well Andrew is on a work trip this weekend and I was thinking it would be fun to have a sisters night. I know it's last minute but thought it couldn't hurt to ask." "Aww Sissy, I would love that! I can come over right after work, be at your house around 6ish"  This is just one example of how I get to decide all by myself if I am going to accept a last minute spontaneous invitation to hang out with my sister or not. I don't need to discuss with anyone else about our Friday night plans, then ask if they mind if I go spend time with my sister. I get to just check in with myself and decide if I want to drive 50 minutes away after working all day? Will I want to spend the night or drive home later? Do I want to spend the money on dinner and drinks? I decide the answers to those ques