Showing posts with label Friends. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Friends. Show all posts

Thursday, January 24, 2013

Ch-Ch-Changes!

Is it me or does everyone feel like they have a case of the Januaries? This slow-moving, dull and cold, boring month seems to have permeated me, my dog, my best friend etc. You get the picture. In order to combat the case of the Januaries, I met up with a friend at Perle (champagne bar) for some bubbles and fun!  We haven't seen each other since I left my previous job-where I wanted to staple things to my boss's head-and it was as if nothing had changed. Through ups and downs, and believe me, there were some downs, our friendship has withstood it all. It's interesting that this month seems to have the past to the forefront but in way that moves things forward. The only guy I talked to, however, was the valet guy.  Such is life.

Moving on-I have some big news. I was offered and accepted a position with a company to do a/r for clients that outsource their accounts receivables. FROM HOME.  With all the changes in the last year and the job drama, this is such a blessing. I cannot believe I have this opportunity. I'm very excited and the company is flexible and I will be able to do nursing school in the fall and work. I still can't believe it!

How are your New Year's Resolutions/Changes coming along?  I'm giving myself a thumb's up (why not?).  Two friendships have been renewed, starting a new job, booked a trip to Vegas and Turbo Fire arrived yesterday (I'm more scared of this than my econ homework I think).  Oh. And I met a Dance Mom at Sephora.  So, even though I have a case of the Januaries, this year is off to a decent start (knock wood)! 

Monday, January 14, 2013

Make new friends...but keep the old?

Ahhh Janaury. The time for new starts right?  Does it count if it's a new start with an old friend?

I think it should. January is bringing a lot of new opportunities this way which was one of my goals for this year. But, like I hinted at before, the past is still in clear view.  Today was a prime example. I texted a friend of mine and wished him a happy birthday this morning before leaving for an appointment. We used to talk every day, or every other day and sometimes for hours on end. We had a falling out in October and hadn't really reconnected or recovered. He apologized and I accepted yet I could never fully get past it. But we did talk a couple times during the holidays and when he texted me back after I wished him a happy birthday, I found out he didn't have any plans for his birthday and seeing that I was going to be near his neighborhood I asked if he wanted to go to lunch.  He did and we had a great time catching up and he tried to pay even though it was his birthday, so I clearly wasn't having that.

 I really wasn't sure what was going to happen in October when things exploded. I was ready at one point to let the friendship go but I realized a few things. We all mistakes; and I certainly make my fair share. Also, forgiveness doesn't excuse what one person did, rather it allows you to move on and give the other person that opportunity too. It doesn't mean we're back to the point we were before. We may never be. And that's ok too. But friendship is one of those grey areas in life. It's not an absolute, or an all or nothing black and white situation. At least with me. If we didn't give people second chances (or third), we're not only hurting them but ourselves. Some things you can't move past though and I fully understand that. But, as I have often pointed out, life is short. Too short to hold on to hurt and anger from the past and sometimes moving on doesn't mean leaving someone behind; instead it can mean a new start with an old friend. And for me, that's enough.

Monday, November 26, 2012

Did you survive the holiday weekend?

Survive the weekend? Good. Me too. My mom and I are about to embark on a girls' trip to NYC. I work tomorrow,  have homework, need to pack, organize everything, get my mail etc and all I have done is book the shi-poo into a pet hotel and ordered him a dessert during his stay. I think I thrive on the nervous energy that comes with traveling and just use that and fly through the routine the night before.

Thanksgiving was warm, funny and loud-typical of holidays with my family. There was a hint of sadness when we prayed before dinner and mentioned my dad specifically but my mom and I squeezed each other's hands while our eyes welled with tears and  embraced the moment. When I looked around the room at those who love us, I saw the bittersweet looks on their faces and realized again that it's not just us missing my dad, it's my cousins missing their uncle Tony. It's my aunts missing their brother-in-law. It's Chloe and Lia missing their pap-pap. And then we started eating, I hugged my brother on my way into the kitchen-just a little brother/sister moment-and the night was as always. Then my cousins asked if I went out the night before and if that's why I was tired and I think I mumbled something about Rivertowne and coming home really late and turned a little red and walked out of the room. You can't get away with anything in this family.

Speaking of, Thanksgiving Eve was basically ridiculous. I haven't gone out on this night in awhile-I always make my Special Sarah Stuffing and chocolate pie on this day-and the previous years I was dating someone. Well. Suffice it to say I haven't seen so many people cramped into one space since I was in Vegas. Monroeville is not Vegas so I'll let you use your imaginations but it was definitely a stone cold pack of weirdos but a lot of fun at the same time. It felt great to be with female friends and to enjoy a night out and just kind of let go a little. The night became more interesting the later it got but that's another blog for another day. I'll leave it at this: C and I had a talk, he was worried I was mad at him (which, rightfully so, I was) and in spite of what he he said he wanted I still don't think anything has changed. So, for now, I'm mingling.

I'm really looking forward to getting away, seeing NYC all dressed up for Christmas and enjoying some time away from Pittsburgh. It will be the first time going anywhere since my dad and I think my mom and I need a little change up right now.  I look forward to updating everyone on the sites of NYC, the places The Donna and I check out and all the embarrassing moments along the way.

Wednesday, November 21, 2012

Thankful

Thankful. I've probably used that word more this year than any other time and really understood and felt it's meaning. Thankful that I have a wonderfully supportive-and loud and crazy-family who wrapped us in strength and love when my dad unexpectedly passed away. Thankful for my amazing friends-real friends-who were and are more supportive than I could have ever dreamed. I'm also thankful that I learned I have an unrealized strength inside me-something that I wish I had never had to learn-but am grateful I did.  So here is what I'm thankful for in 2012:

10. Cute shoes-they make everything better
9. Vegas-best trip ever in March with Lawyer Chic.
8. Reruns-Roseanne is still more funny than most shows on TV now
7. Having the courage to leave a job I had been at for several year and gaining self respect
6. Learning the difference between a true friend and a for-now friend. See above
5. Deacon Kelly-most generous, kind-hearted man who made the dark moments lighter
4. Dexter. My parents weren't sure about getting another dog but it all makes sense now why he came into our lives. Love my shi-poo!
3. My brother. I know I said I was thankful for my family but he deserves a special line this year.
2. Possibilities. I'm grateful that I live in a time and place where I don't have to stick to the original plan.
1. My parents. My dad-who is probably the most amazing man I will ever have the honor of meeting. My mom-my best friend. We're a package deal. I'm so lucky to be their daughter.

Happy Thanksgiving everyone.

Sunday, November 11, 2012

That other F word....

"Happy families are all alike," or so says the famous quote. Well. My family is loud. And crazy. And mostly Italian. Definitely all Catholic. Did I mention loud?

Growing up, cousins were friends, aunts were second moms and family holidays were like most other family dinners except with decorations and lights. Meaning they were loud, fun, warm, full of food and usually an argument or two.  Up until a couple years ago my brother would like to ask during lulls in the conversation (usually a few glasses of wine in) "So Sarah, finally moving out of mom and dad's?  I mean, nothing wrong with that, just that, well, it's time and you make too much money to live at home. And it's embarrassing for me". Or my favorite was on Easter Sunday when I opened the door to let him and my sister-in-law in: "Are you performing in Vegas after dinner?"-in reference to a sweater that hold shots of sparkly thread through it. Ah yes. It doesn't matter how you old you are, your siblings will always tease and torment you. He was 35 when he asked that FYI.

This past year, family has really been the mainstay in my life. And I include my friends in my family-my close friends refer to my mom as The Donna (because that's how I refer to her) and my friends are included in our get togethers and welcomed like they're family-we don't shake hands-we hug. A lot. In fact, I have had to stop myself from hugging people when I first meet them because, well, I could probably get arrested or they'd think I'm a freak. Or both. Anyways, freak hugging aside, we're pretty welcoming. And we'll feed you. As long as you don't mind the hugging situation. Did I mention we're Catholic?

Oh yeah that. Half the family is non practicing but that doesn't mean rosaries aren't hanging in every house, prayer cards aren't on the fridge or statues aren't on the windowsills.  Because they are. In every single house. When I was growing up, I just thought every one's house was like that. What, didn't you have a St. Joseph statue to put in the ground when your parents were trying to sell their house? You mean you don't have an aunt to call to put people-even atheists-on the prayer chain for whatever reason one needs to be put on a prayer chain?

At first, I didn't agree with the premise that happy families are all alike. For instance, my family is loud, crazy and I have 19 first cousins alone on my mom's side. One of my best friend's family is quiet,  pretty normal and couldn't form their own football team. I can and do talk to my mom about men and sex (yeah really-I usually laugh after and say "I can't believe I told you that") while my friend's mom thought she was still a virgin at 30. But I realized something. Happy families aren't happy all the time-that would be impossible and the Brady Brunch was definitely a fantasy not a reality-and constant happiness is fake. That's because life is messy and complicated. Problems aren't solved in 22 minutes with a laugh track. Families aren't necessarily a mom, dad, 2 kids and a yellow Lab. They include the people we're not only related to but those we love that have become family-whether through genetics or friendship. But happy families are alike because they love one another. They may fight, get on each other's nerves and talk about one another behind their backs sometimes but at the end of the day-family is your one constant. So, I guess, in the end, that makes us alike.

Wednesday, October 24, 2012

What do you have to lose......

At dinner tonight with my single-mom bestie, she said something to me that gave me cause for pause. I was explaining-rather worriedly-about all the decisions I have to make in the next month or so regarding school, job, living situation etc. I lamented that I'm still not quite sure what I want to do when I grow up or more accurately how to go from point A to point B. I was getting to the part about my mom saying I'll get married in the next few years and if we buy a house together this year she wants something low maintenance, i.e. a townhouse so when I eventually move out it would be easy to maintain (side note: I live in a condo currently, she's in the house she and my dad lived in for the last 10 years. He unexpectedly passed away in June).  OK. Back on track. My friend looked at me after I rolled my eyes and said "honestly, I don't know why she thinks I'll be getting married in the next few years."  The following words stopped me in my tracks: "Sarah, it's not like we're old. We're only 30. It's OK to change your life, change your career and you probably will get married. We're not old." 

Prior to my birthday I was to be honest dreading turning 30 but not being 30 if that makes sense. I didn't want to say "30" but I always liked birthdays. Then my dad died and my world and perspective changed. I didn't care anymore about the number. I started to realize that I could accomplish certain goals if I put my mind to it. I wouldn't let my fear of failing hold me back. My dad and I were similar in a lot of ways: stubborn, perfectionist and fear of failure. I am terrible at pool (as in the ball flies to the floor and I jab people with the cue stick). I hate to play in public because of that. I don't want anyone to see me. I didn't purse my MBA at first for fear of the finance and math portion. For anyone that doesn't have this fear of failure, I envy you. It has held me back at times. And it may surprise people who know me because I seem very confident. And I am. But not always. I'm working on it though. I'm not going to let fear hold me back. I have been debating about making a major career change and going back to school for something completely different. Something I have wanted to do for so long but never thought I could and also didn't know how to make it happen.  I have learned that I can. My parents always looked at things from many angles and instilled in my brother and I that there are ways to make things happen. All things are possible. It may not be easy and you may want to give up but together we can figure out how to get you there if that's what you want.  I'm very lucky to have grown up in this family.

So, if you are thinking of making a change, doing something different, taking that vacation, confessing your feelings for someone or just getting out there and playing pool in public DO IT. Life is short. We are reminded of that frequently but I lived it first hand. We were getting ready to go to Myrtle Beach for a long planned family vacation with 15 people when my dad suddenly passed away. Nothing is promised. Nothing is gained from not taking a risk. Do it.

With that said, I'm sending in my applications for nursing school next week. Bring it.

Friday, October 5, 2012

Since When Did Staying Home Look So Good?



One day recently I was cleaning out dresser drawers (read: rummaging through and moving things around) and I came across some pictures from a fun night out a few years ago. The Trio of Trouble, smiling into the camera while perched on bar stools at a local hangout. The picture was typical of those times in our lives. I'm in the middle, with a bestie on either side. You couldn't find three more different girls if you tried but somehow it has worked well for us. I looked at the picture and saw the ever present cigarette pack with cute lighter in  between us and our cheeks flushed from the mugs of craft beer. It's hard to believe how much has changed since that picture was snapped-and I'm not just talking about my hairstyle.

One of us became a single mother to an amazing little girl who is a joy to all. One of us met the man of her dreams and has moved in with him and his son. As for me-I broke off a near engagement, started grad school and embarked on my career and moved out on my own. Those changes are enough for any group of friends to disband but while there have been ups and downs, when the time comes we are as united as ever for one another. However, the landscape has changed.

More often than not, instead of hitting the local hot spot (although we still do that occasionally), the girls drop by my place for a wine and dinner night. Instead of sky high heels and shiny lip gloss we opt for comfort. The laughter flows along with the wine and the jokes are as quick and funny as ever, but we may have a three year old running around playing with my Kate Spade coasters as opposed to a group of guys trying to impress each other frat-brother style and trying to get someones attention. And one day I realized we were doing that more than going out. Staying in with the girls started to become more routine and I couldn't remember the last time we hit up the local bars just to....hit up the local bars. Now, don't me me wrong. Going out and dressing up is something we still enjoy, in fact we go out with other people more than we go out with each other these days. Expanding our social circle also came with age and it doesn't feel like an intrusion.  What I remember most looking at that picture is that the best part of going out was laughing, catching up and having a story to tell the next day about what grey t-shirt guy did at the bar or flirting with our favorite mixologists.  So while the scenery has changed, the friendship remains. The best part about going out is still the best part about staying home: laughter, joy and a few hours to escape the daily grind and be with people who know you the best and love you in spite of it.  The 25 year old me would never have believed that or pictured herself not going out every weekend, all weekend long. The 25 year old me thought that at 30 she'd still be going strong or married and going out with her hot husband.  The 25 year old me also smoked, had flipped out hair, and doubted herself often.  The 30 year old me is much wiser. I think I like her better. 

Sunday, September 30, 2012

Yes, I Was in a Sorority....Here's Why:


Sorority. To some that word causes immediate cringing, eye-rolling, and head shaking. To others it induces squeals, smiles and happy memories.  Pop culture as well as detailed documentaries, books and movies perpetuate both the cringe inducing image as well as the squealing, beautiful people, party girl stereotype. As for me, my experience could not be detailed in pop culture or stereotyped because it was different. And the proof of that was a reunion last night 8 years in the making.

Between figuring out where your classes are, how to find Fisher Hall, where exactly is the 'Framp everyone is talking about and do you send an AIM request to that cute guy in your SPE class, you're also tasked with deciding how to expand your social circle. At Duquesne, Greek life was alive and well but a little different from some other schools as Duquesne's campus is self contained, official houses don't exist and instead Greeks live on wings in Towers and have parties off campus. There are professional, social, service and religious (this is Duquesne after all) sororities and fraternities.  As a freshman on campus, walking down A-Walk and seeing Greek letters pressed on t-shirts, jackets and sweats can cause more confusion. Deciding not to rush freshman year, more or less because I had some good friends to hang out with and they weren't rushing, I surprised myself sophomore year.

 My roommate was rushing, another close friend who we were with all the time decided to rush and since I wouldn't be doing it alone, that was reason enough for me. A little more independent sophomore year, I threw myself into Rush and making new friends. Some of the sisters were friends from Freshman year so that helped and being pretty outgoing, I quickly became friends with my pledge class. Then, something weird happened. My roommate dropped out from Rush. It wasn't for her.  My other friend was still involved and made it through but didn't do anything with the sorority after. Suddenly, I had my own activities and group separate from my closest friends. My social circle expanded beyond my dorm floor and friends from class and cute boys that lived in Towers. Living on the wing for two years created some amazing memories and bonds that time hasn't weakened. Sure, there was drama and conflict sometimes, after all, any group of women living together for an extended period of time would create that, and it wasn't because we were in a sorority. Far from the stereotype, my sorority appreciated and celebrated everyones differences (Stitch towel and green beer anyone?).

 MySpace and Facebook quickly replaced AIM and helped us keep in touch through the years, even while some of us were scattered across the world. Sure, marriage and babies and careers have kept us busy but what united us all those years ago remains today. When my dad passed away this summer, I had emails from sisters that had lost parents too; girls I kept up with on Facebook but hadn't seen in years. My sorority sisters were some of the first to comment, text, email or call.  To see us together last night, you would probably wonder how such a different group of people could be laughing and having such a great time together. We already know that answer: if not for our sorority, most of us wouldn't have crossed each other's paths. However, our sorority united a stone cold pack of unique girls that will remain forever involved in one an other's lives and celebrate triumphs, heartbreaks, and every day moments.  So to answer your question, yes, you guy I went out with two years ago, former boss, cousin I see once a year, that is why I was in a sorority. You won't find that in a movie.

Thursday, September 27, 2012

Top Ten Lessons From The Golden Girls

Once in a while, a show comes along that is timeless. Watching Golden Girls now-not only are the jokes more funny and make more sense-I am amazed at how ahead of the times they were. Remember, this show was filmed during the 80s-the era of Reagan and Bush.

Here is my list of the top ten lessons I have learned from my favorite girls. Please add yours!

10. We may not figure out the solution to a problem right away, but cheesecake always helps.
9.   Shoulder pads didn't look good on anyone
8.   Good friends do not have to have the same beliefs, ideas or fashion
7.   Men are no wiser at 60 than at 30
6.   Friends will stick around much longer than any man will (see #7)
5.   We all have an ex like Stan that we just can't seem to get rid of
4.   Older people have sex. And talk about it.  A lot
3.   People should be free to love and marry anyone they want (Blanche's brother married his bf)
2.   People want to love and be loved at any age
1.   Friends can be closer than even family; cherish the friends you're lucky to call your own. You never know when you'll be stuck on a desert island and need Rose to help you find your way to the Hyatt on the good part of the island.