Memories of Time Gone By

Well it is Saturday and a horrible migraine woke me up during the night.  I tried really hard to stay in bed and not get up (in fear of the pain that would hit me when I did) but it was going to hurt either way so I decided to just make my way from the bed to the couch.  I get these damn headaches at least once a week (most recently last Sunday) and more often than not they hit me on weekend.  This in a way is both good and bad.  Good because at least I’m not getting one when I have to work and bad because the weekends are when I try to get everything done.  Shopping, cleaning, laundry…you name it.  When I can hardly hold my head up, these tasks can prove to be pretty impossible.  So here I sit writing a blog post and watching my weeks’ recordings of “The Chew” — which seems to be one of the few things I can do without hurting too much at the moment.  I hate this.

I had a pretty cool experience last Saturday night…I visited my high school to see their spring musical performance.  My cousin’s daughter was starring as the Wicked Witch in their performance of “The Wizard of Oz” (she did a fabulous job by the way….Margaret Hamilton eat your heart out!)  Back in the day, I was a theater nerd.  Most of my free time in high school was spent in that auditorium, on that stage and in the dance hall.  The only year I didn’t participate in the shows was my sophomore year, when I went through a bit of a rebellious stage and when my grades started to slip a bit — my mom wouldn’t “allow” me to participate.  That sobered me up real quick and I got back into it the next year.

I went to a private, Catholic jr high / high school.  At the time, the school was from grades 7 to 12…so a greater part of my adolescence was spent at that school and I can’t tell you how many memories….both good and bad….were made at that place.  It would only seem true that when I walked through the doors last week for the first time in 18 years…..it was nearly and emotional moment.  I say nearly because I was with my daughter, my niece and my sister-in-law and I didn’t want to embarrass them by becoming a wimpy, blubbering mess.

The school was built in 1961 and although I’m sure there have been major changes since then…not much of the main building had really changed in the last 18 years, give or take a few mew pictures in the hallway.  God forbid they spend any money fixing up that auditorium; it still stands as it did when it was built in 1961. The gym and football areas have been given a major overhaul since I graduated…there are those tuition dollars going to work.

school entrance looking exactly how it did in the early 90's

school entrance looking exactly how it did in the early 90’s

As I stood in line for a soda at intermission, I saw the wall statue of the Virgin Mary….whose feet got stuck in my pants when I was in 7th grade…and it made me giggle.  No really crazy story there, I was just sitting underneath her waiting to go into the auditorium for our musical performance that year and when I stood up, the holy mother’s feet got caught in my jean’s waist band and proceeded to come completely off of the wall…laying squarely on my back.  All I could do was stand there petrified while balancing the statue carefully as to not drop her until someone heard my cries for help and put her back in her place.  Needless to say there was a huge gap in the line and I was late getting on stage.

I glanced around the auditorium and noticed that pictures adorned both walls, forever immortalizing our years of musical mayhem at the Catholic school.  Well, maybe not forever…but at least for the next few years until they run out of room and start retiring some of them.  The show picture from our freshman year “The Sound of Music” (in which I played a nun) was already taken down.  However, I did try to get a few shots of the ones still hanging (pardon the glare…they are pictures of pictures):

Junior Year musical, "Bye Bye Birdie" in which I was in the chorus one weekend and the role of "Kim MacAfee" the other weekend.  This pic was taken on my chorus weekend :(

Junior Year musical, “Bye Bye Birdie” in which I was in the chorus one weekend and the role of “Kim MacAfee” the other weekend. This pic was taken on my chorus weekend 😦

Senior Year fall play "The Man who Came to Dinner" in which I played "June" the daughter.

Senior Year fall play “The Man who Came to Dinner” in which I played “June” the daughter.

By far my favorite, senior year spring musical "Annie Get Your Gun" in which I was an indian, a townsperson and the affluent "Mrs. Adams" during the ballroom scene

By far my favorite, senior year spring musical “Annie Get Your Gun” in which I was an Indian, a towns person and the affluent “Mrs. Adams” during the ballroom scene

Along with these shows, I had been on that stage for numerous dance programs, choir programs and drama and speech competitions.  Hours of hard work, rehearsals, building sets, sweat and tears.  So many memories made there and it hadn’t changed a bit.  For a fleeting moment I felt as if I were 17 again and all the reminders of adulthood were gone. I saw myself on stage again…thought about my friends and all of the fun we had.  As I was skipping down memory lane during the show I noticed that the kids’ voices were coming out loud and clear, I leaned over to my sister-in-law and said “they have microphones now!!” to which she replied….”Yes Jenn, and we have cell phones now too!”. Geesh.  My youthful spirit went back into hiding as I was reminded of exactly how long it had been and how old I was now.  18 years is a very long time!

Middle School Monday

I’ve finally got the office work under control so I can spend a few free minutes on WP. I swear, it truly is an addiction…I get withdrawal when I don’t get to visit my fellow blogger’s sites. I’m off to do that in a moment. But first….


Today was the first day of school for my two kids. This year they are both in middle school. One has his foot halfway out the door in 8th grade and my “baby” girl (she’d die if she knew I said that) is just starting out in sixth. We had an interesting first day — the usual Dockfam morning — not without drama. I don’t believe that either child slept last night as my young nocturnal offspring haven’t gotten out of bed prior to 2pm all summer break and they were both awake before we were this morning.

I’d been after my son for a week about packing his bags for school. He had football practice in the mornings, which is not something that he is used to as they practiced after school last year. Every time I would ask he would get impatient with me replying “Ok Ma, I got it…I know…I’ve been ready for like 2 weeks…ugh” (Say this out loud while rolling your eyes — you have just impersonated my kid) To which I would say “Ok son…I hope so.”. This morning there was panic as my husband ushered him out the door. I heard tons of noise in the other room and when I asked what the hell was going on, my husband said “Your son can’t find his lunch money….or his football cleats!”. AH HA! Mom was right again…I knew this would happen. After about 10 minutes both items in question surfaced and he got to school on time. When I get home from work he will be payed a visit from the “I told you so” fairy and I will get a good chuckle.

It was my task to take my daughter to school on my way to work. Because of the time my office opens, this puts her at school about an hour or so before 1st period. She had actually been excited about this “extra” socializing time. Up until today, my daughter has not seemed very phased by the fact that she is switching schools for the first time and will now be a little fish in a big pond. She’s been wearing the cool and carefree mask all summer long however today I saw the faintest glimmer of fear in those pretty brown eyes.

I made sure she got in ok and reminded her how to get to the cafeteria. I waited to leave until I was sure she wouldn’t come running back out. Then, about 10 minutes into my ride to work I realized I forgot to leave her with lunch money! Ugh. I turned around and went back. As I walked up to the cafeteria I looked in and saw where she was. As other groups of chattering boys and girls sat together enjoying each others company…my heart sank when I saw my little girl….my little social butterfly…sitting by herself at the long table just staring at the door waiting to see a familiar face. When the face that she saw, instead was mine…she grimaced, grabbed the money and whispered “I love you, now leave please”. Trying to play cool, but I could tell she was nervous as hell. Man, these years are hard.

As I write this they have 30 minutes left to their first day and I cannot wait to get home and hear all about it. Either they will still be excited and ready to talk about their first day or I will come home to two exhausted bodies passed out on their beds. For some reason I feel that I should more than likely expect the latter.

I Swear, I’ll Kick Your Ass

courtesy of dreamstudies.org

I had the strangest dream the other night.  Or rather, I think it was more towards the morning because of course, that’s when I’m sleeping most comfortably….right before the freaking alarm goes off.  Anyway, in my dream I was wandering the halls of my high school.  I wasn’t back in high school, I was at the age I am now and I was on a mission.  It’s funny how in your dreams, you can remember everything.  It was like nothing changed.  I could see the hallways, the classroom doors, the windows to the outside courtyard areas and even some familiar faces passed by.  Like I said, I was on a mission but I was not sure what for.

Then I saw him….this little skinny dark headed teenager huddled into a ball on the floor up against the wall, hiding his face.  There were larger boys above him shouting mean things at him, calling him a wimp, a pussy and a freak.  I ran over to him and yelled at the bullies to leave him alone.  I screamed at them… “Leave him alone or I swear, I’ll kick your ass!”  This strikes me as funny now because, I went to a Catholic high school. I vaguely remember them actually taking me seriously and leaving.  I took the young boy’s arm and helped him up.  I noticed he had been crying and it broke my heart.  I said “C’mon, we’re going to the office”.  My blood was boiling and even though this was a dream, I could feel the heat on my face.

We made our way to the school office (which in my dream hadn’t changed in almost 18 years) and I asked to speak with a counselor on behalf of this poor kid.  This is where it got strange…well, stranger.  We sat there for what seemed like hours and finally were ushered into one of the rooms.  I started to lose my cool and go off about how this boy was being bullied and the man standing there calmly listening to me just put his index finger up to his lips….in the manner to tell me to be quiet.  Then the bell rang….which really was my damn alarm.

When I woke up I had no idea where I was, what year it was or how old I was.  Above all I couldn’t help but feel as if the kid still needed my help!  I might be completely whacked and need to lay off of the wine/benadryl bedtime cocktails but it was like I was reading a book and wanted to see how it ended.  The fact that I had to wake up makes me feel incredibly cheated and weirdly, a little sad.

What the hell is wrong with our brains…I can barely control mine when I’m awake and then it completely takes over while I’m asleep too.  That’s just not fair and I refuse to be a pawn in it’s little game.  Maybe this is how authors get their inspiration for novels….as a dream that had no ending so they felt the need to make it semi-reality by putting it on paper and sharing it with the world.  I bet J.K. Rowling had some crazy ass dreams — I mean she HAD to have been asleep when coming up with some of that Harry Potter stuff.  Think about it….Voldemort must’ve been a product of the subconscious mind….his nose-less, snakelike appearance had to be the brain on overdrive sleep mode.  Now she’s a multimillionaire.  Damn….I need to start writing!

Well good morning handsome…