Holiday Throwback

This poem was originally posted in a blog titled "Mighty WILD Women", shared by myself, Dana, Vail, and Eliza Joy. We started it our senior year of college (five years ago - omg, how old are we?) and we weren't the most dedicated bloggers.... but when we did take the time to post, it was quite amusing, atleast to the four of us. Since we are only a day away from the glorious month of December, I thought it would be fun to go back in time... to the poem I wrote five years ago.... about the day before our high school graduation, nine years ago.

'Twas The Week Before Graduation

While in the holiday spirit, I decided to write my own version of 'Twas The Night Before Christmas. Bear with me.

'Twas the week before Graduation, when all through the land
The four girls were stirring, devising a plan
The blue robes were hung in their closets with care
In hopes of looking hot in the kodak memories they'd share

The girls were nestled all snug in their beds
While visions of bike helmets danced in their heads
And Dana in her double bed, and Eej in her twin,
Had just settled their anxiety of tomorrow's event

The girls arose to prepare for the day
They were out of their minds, some might say
Decked out in spandex and helmets for their heads
They loaded the bikes into the car from the shed

They posted ridiculous signs to their backs
"Farmville or Bust", now that is a fact
"Honk If You Love Red Meat", that's another
"Seniors '02", ain't nothin' better

Turns out that two of the bikes had flat tires
Looks like half of the crew wouldn't be riding
Dana and Vail took off on the bikes
While Jaclyn and EJ's running feet took a hike

The yellow buses passed by, so close and so quick
The girls knew in an instant they were taking a risk
More rapid than Bodo's, the kids rushed to have a glance
Some pointed and laughed, while others were entranced

Now Eej and Dana, Jaclyn and Vail,
Arrived at the school, their prank had not failed!
Laughing aloud, screaming for the class of '02
This was one morning to remember, they knew

These are the memories that have shaped their past
Crazy pranks, good laughs, and friends that will last
Now hear me exclaim as the story comes to an end
Merry Christmas to all, do something foolish with friends!

Dedicated to the girls that don't mind looking foolish with me.

At the Drive-In

The last time I remember going to the drive-in movies was back in third or fourth grade. My Aunt Cindy and Uncle Jiggs took me and my sisters to the drive-in theater in New Hampshire, and I believe we saw "Angels in the Outfield". I remember thinking it was so cool that they took us, and it was definitely something a third-grader could brag about doing on their summer vacation. I think they were still dating at that point... maybe engaged... but I do remember sitting in the back middle of their green Explorer (definitely not letting my leg touch my older sister Nicole's leg or else I would hear, "Skin! SKIN!") Who knew that I would be 26 years old before my next go at the drive-in? Another Austin gem discovered. Firas and I were invited to see a movie a couple weeks ago by a great group of guys and girls at the "Blue Starlite Mini Urban Drive-In". Being located in east Austin, with the exception of it's neighbor "Juan in a Million", this outdoor theater is a diamond in the rough. Not only can a small group rent out the drive-in, you can also bring your own movie AND your own food and beverage. Sianara $10 movie ticket, $9 popcorn and $7 diet coke. To top it off, tickets to the drive-in were only 12 bucks! And a big props to Austin weather for allowing us to all sit in lawn chairs and watch the movie outside of our cars. I had a hunch that these were my kind of people when the movie suggestions included "So I Married an Axe Murderer", "Stand By Me", "Top Gun" and "The Goonies". I would have been happy with any of those movies, but was especially thrilled when "So I Married an Axe Murderer" won the vote. Another Lauer classic, and one that doesn't get nearly enough recognition. But Nicole is right... it's making a comeback! The outdoor theater definitely had character... there's really no way to describe it... imagine dozens of lawn chairs, old-time commercials playing on the screen, decorative lights, tacky decor, and a trailer with two artsy guys selling $2 popcorn. Could there be any better way to spend a Thursday evening? I think not.

Gobble Gobble Gobble

In the spirit of Thanksgiving, here are just a few of the many things I am thankful for....

Parents who love and support me...

Being best friends with my sisters...

Old friends...

Old friends who share new music with me...

New friends...

Friends who understand me...

Friends who are strong and confident...

Friends who make me laugh...

Friends who encourage me...

Being cared for...

...and so much more! Happy Thanksgiving!

"It's Friday, I'm in Love!"

I know, I know... it's been a while. I feel like I'm always saying this. Believe it or not, I wrote two blog entries on the plane by paper and pen and I am just needing to upload my pictures from the last few weeks before posting them. I promise... they're coming! But for now, I am going to steal a post from my friend's blog (I asked her permission) because the timing of this post was impeccable. I have been reminded this week that things don't always turn out as we expect them to. We can have goals and dreams and visions, but we can't predict our future. We had a girls' dinner last week, and one of my (single) friends commented on her birthday coming up and how she thought her life would look very different at this age. Another girl asked how she thought it would look and she responded, "I thought I'd be married with kids." Some people will scoff at this, others will relate. I relate. And I told her that too. But we both remarked that we are happy with where we are. It's easy to make a timelines for ourselves... but that timeline can be so confining. I have watched friends who vowed they would never marry until they were 30 get engaged when they were 24. And friends who thought they'd have their first kid by 25 still be single at 27. My dear friend Katie who wrote the post below is struggling with infertility, and I just love her last few lines about being grateful for what she does have and recognizing the good she has been given. She is also a Recreational Therapist at a healthcare center, and we both feel privileged to witness "true love". I shouldn't even put it in quotes, because it actually does exist. She and I can both vouch for that. Some people find it at 18, some at 25, some at 40.... and while finding it we'll make mistakes, we'll remain in dead-end relationships for way too long, we'll experience heartbreak, and we'll wonder if it is actually in the cards for us. But who cares when we find it if it lasts us a lifetime?



Disclaimer: This post was not to sound like an attempt at Carrie Bradshaw's "Sex and the City" column. Please believe me.




True Love


Kate Ziolkowski

It was my turn to supervise our monthly couples lunch on Tuesday in the Health Services side of our building. Couples lunch is a big deal because all of our couples reside on different levels of care and unless there is a special occasion facilitated by their families, our couples get to eat together once a month.

So I'm sitting at couples lunch observing our 5 couples and watching them interact. Most of them are carrying on conversations with another couple, but one husband and wife catch my eye. He is stroking her arm and watching her intently. As I peer on, he grasps her hand and kisses it while whispering "I do love my sweetie, for always." This is an undying love I'm witnessing for she has dementia.

This is the same couple who greeted each other with many, many short kisses. This is the same couple I rode on an elavator with a few months ago and during the ride they shared the most passionate kiss I have ever seen. These two still can't keep their hands off each other. It's the type of marriage that may gross you out but it's the type of marriage I strive to have. The type of marriage I remind myself to make time for. These two, they have the secret to true happiness. Always love the one you're with...with all your heart. Always show affection. I don't doubt the other couples and their love for each other, but they've forgotten to hold hands, forgotten how to kiss...maybe they just take each other for granted.

In all this infertility stuff, it's easy to let myself get wrapped up in the sadness of it all. But I am always grateful that through fate, a little luck and God's divine intervention, I was allowed to meet my soulmate. My life was not complete until he walked into it. As hard as it is to realize we may never see what the two of us look like in a child, the truth is I'd rather have a total childless life with him than not have him at all. He's my true love.

And I hope I get 64 years of marriage to him just like that couple at work.

http://www.ziolkowskifamily.blogspot.com/

Katie convinces me to do crazy things like work on the set of Extreme Makeover: Home Edition from midnight 'til 4 in the morning. So glad she convinced me - very cool experience!

Liza and Zach and Love

The frightening picture from Eliza Joy's wedding must have done something for my creative spirit because here I am, ready to write. I wanted to write a post about Liza and Zach's wedding, as it was one of the most special ceremonies and most beautiful receptions I have ever seen. Besides it being an opportunity to spend the evening with a few of my favorite people, it was a time to celebrate two people who are perfect for each other coming together as one. Sounds cheesy, but it was a very sentimental and outspoken ceremony, different than any I've ever seen. Zach and Liza both took a turn speaking to their parents during the ceremony, thanking them for all that they have given and sharing how they have shaped them into the people they are today. I will always remember Liza sharing a memory of driving into New York City with her Mom, feeling overwhelmed and a bit afraid that she was making the wrong decision by moving to a city where she barely knew a soul. At the same time she had these thoughts running through her head, her Mom motioned toward the NYC skyline and said, "You see that? You're going to conquer this city." I just loved hearing this. It isn't hard to see why Liza is such an independent, confident, and driven young woman. Liza and Zach also addressed each other during the ceremony, sharing memories of the milestones in their relationship and praising the qualities that drew them to one another. So sweet. And of course the reception was just absolutely beautiful. There were so many special details, from the creative idea of giving jam as a wedding favor with a label that said "Liza and Zach Spread the Love" to the gorgeous table centerpieces to the chandeliers with tea lights, that made the reception one to remember. Liza was a stunning and fun-loving bride and Zach was a handsome and goodhearted groom. At the risk of sounding super cheesy, it was one of those weddings where you walk away excited about life and I was thankful to Liza, Zach, and their families for that.

Blogger's Block

There are so many things I've been meaning to blog about, but I just haven't had the time or energy. That was hard to admit. I do want to become more consistent with this blog, and I promise to my handful of faithful readers that I will try to do so. I hope to have more time to spend writing after this week is over with. Let's hope so at least... until then, in the midst of wedding season, I will leave you with a favorite picture of mine...


I'm hoping that the energy and determination in this picture will rub off on my blogging efforts. And yes, I did end up with the bouquet. And no, I was not the next to marry.

Gargoyle Envy

Jimmy is the resident who I can count on for a good laugh. He is always positive, always witty, and always calling me "baby". Not in a creepy old man way, but in a grandfather way. Which sounds even more creepy, but you get what I'm saying. He is my guy. I even sing, "Nothing you could do, 'cause like I'm stuck like glue, to my guy, my guy, my guy..." every time I walk into his room. He always joins in halfway through, it's so sweet. Unfortunately, Jimmy had a fall on Friday and physically just hasn't been the same since. He is normally up and about, leaps from his bed to his wheelchair, or will sometimes walk behind his wheelchair while pushing it down the hallway. These past few days, he has spent most of his time in bed and tells me that he's just too weak to get up and participate in activities. He is normally my trivia man... also the one to tell the group that it was his first wife who said, "Give me liberty or give me death." I saw that he was in the hallway outside of his room yesterday afternoon, and I went singing down the hallway toward him. With a grin on his face he told me, "Jackie, I sure hope death isn't too far away for me." I was stunned. I've heard this out of residents' mouths before, but not from someone who is so cognizant and typically optimistic about their situation. I asked him why he felt this way, and he responded that he was just sick and tired of his body getting weaker and the pain that comes along with it. I reminded him that he still had his mind, and he told me that was only worth a little at his age. Jimmy asked me, "Remember the Hunchback of Notre Dame in the very last scene? He looks out from the bell tower at the gargoyle below him and says, "Why couldn't I have been made of stone -- like thee?" Well Jackie, I am the Hunchback." I had nothing profound to say back to him. I just hugged him. With my job being to provide meaningful activities for these residents' "last phase" of life, I have to learn to let go. I so badly wanted to tell him how sad I would be if he was no longer here, or how much he has to live for, or how my heart hurt when he compared himself to the Huncback... but I am learning to just be quiet and listen.