We all have a Story

I slammed my finger in the door. I'm going to probably lose my fingernail. Best case scenario it is going to be black for the next 3 months.

My head is just not in my body right now. In the past couple months I have burned my hand and arm twice. Once on the espresso machine and once on a curling iron. Its amazing the damage that both can do. And I tripped on the concrete stairs and stepped in a potted plant and sliced my heel. Seriously. My daughter looked at me, while I'm trying to not pee my pants from the pain in my finger, and says, "mom, this is getting ridiculous. I’m afraid to let you leave the house alone". That’s a switch.

In my defense I was excited for my weekend away. Away from the mortgage, My dog who just got $200.00 worth of stitches and looks like Frankenstein’s Dog. Away from the Coffee Shop and my absentee partners who want money but won‘t help. Away from the lawn that keeps growing regardless of the fact that I refuse to water it. Just Away. I was so excited I could barely contain myself. Obviously.

We went to the lake and Boated with my Honey’s sister, who is the sweetest most graceful person I have met in a long time. We floated around in a Cabin Cruiser and met up with some of their friends. People who I didn’t even know existed anymore. People with Money. I seriously had thought that kind of People were gone forever. Newsflash; They are out there. They really do exist. I just don’t know any of them.

I had a friend with money once. But she’s broke now and has been in a complete meltdown over it for about 2 years. She has thrown me and everyone else around her under the bus for Pennies. Her fear of being without money is noxious. I see her and think, I don’t even know this person. It’s like a hungry Alien has taken over her body.

What a different world people with Money live in than I do. Not that I’m envious, or would ever admit that I’m envious, but WOW… what fun to be able to throw $100.00’s down on drinks and snacks without having an aneurism doing it. I had to stop myself from grasping the bills in my hands and running for the door, swimming across the lake and back to my car and calling my mortgage company with the great news! I found money. Just laying around. Ha. I have told them that I DO have a box of money, with my name on it, just floating around out in the universe and as soon as it gets sent to my front door I will let them know.

Regardless of the Money, what I noticed the most was that everyone has a story and they want to tell IT. The woman with the 5 carat diamond makes quilts for all her family and likes to drink Red Wine while canoeing with her girlfriends. The ruff and tough guy in the beat up boat that needed towed; knows and is friends with everyone at the Marina including the Preppy guy in the $120,000.00 'cigarette boat'. The man who rode his 10 speed bike to the Lake while balancing his Pabst Blue Ribbon Tall Boy between the handle bars, was hoping to get his teenage daughter her first Boat Ride. The Woman who has been trying to sell the Marina for 5 years but can’t, is obsessed over water stains around the bathroom sinks, I’m not sure she even notices the sunshine anymore.

The 100 some Harley riders who turned out for the Ride for Life Auction to raise money for charity, High Fives to all of them, if tough tattooed guys do high fives. I’m not sure. All I know is that the big blond biker woman whose drink I spilled all over the place did Not beat me up… so, yay for that.

I don’t care who ya’ are. Hanging out with Friends, drinking Mojito’s in the sun (my new favorite drink Ever), swimming and laughing and barbequing. That can make you forget almost anything.

As I was sitting on the beach, I was thinking about my Grandma and how much she would have loved being there with me. She loved her family, when they weren't being judgmental and mean; which was most of the time. She loved to Party. Boats, Water, Music and Beer. I can almost picture her smiling and laughing. A cigarette in one hand and a beer in the other while she tapped her feet in the sand to the music and wished she had her square dancing dress on. I wish I'd have loved her more and judged her less. Especially given the fact that I am now her. My hair is a little longer and my butt is a little bigger, and I don’t smoke but otherwise there I am sitting on the beach with the spirit of my Grandma, a watered down Mojito, tapping my toes in the sand and wanting the moment to never end.

We are all here trying to do the same thing. Live.Love.Be. And We are never really alone while we are doing it.