Room for 5?

So one of my BFF's mentioned something the other day in a group text.

Let me talk about "group texting" for just a minute..... I love it. I love how everyone can chime in with their "piece" of conversation, cause everyone to smile or giggle a bit, and continue about their day. I love it because for that moment, everyone knows that they were thought of that day. Its a good feeling. My (5) best friends from High School and I have a constant group text going on. We may talk to each other (1) time a week or (3) times a week or (2) times a month..... but it keeps our relationships updated and current. We are all stupid busy, living our own lives, raising our kids, doing our jobs, maintaining relationship with other friends.... but we are still involved with each other. Maybe not constantly.... maybe not physically..... but involved nonetheless. And that's better (to me) than nothing,

Ok, moving on

Laura mentioned that when we are all old and senile that we should think about all staying in the same nursing home.

I know that it was ment to put a smile on our faces and to let us know that she was thinking of us.... but in all seriousness.... that is a FANTASTIC IDEA!

Let me tell you why.....


Think about it... I'm really kinda shocked more elderly people don't do this.

It's 2060.

Unfortunatly, all (5) of ouir husbands would have to pass away before us.... leaving us all widows.

Once we all are old, alone, and grieving..... that is when we all plan to "move in together".

Thankfully, someone (probably Laura, since it was her idea) called the nursing home (the BEST nursing home) and reserved us all rooms about 5 years ago so we were all guaranteed to "get in".

I'm sure nursing homes (especially "the best" one) have a waiting list, right?

Anyway.... since we all have a room waiting for us..... we pick a moving day.

We won't have a lot to move, cause at that point in our lives, nothing really is necessary anymore except out "treasures" and memories.

So we move in and there you have it. Roomates. For the rest of our lives. 5yrs? 8yrs?

We will eat all our meals together and gossip about all the good looking men who also live in the nursing home. Jayme will probably be "dating" one of them by the second week.

We will sit together in "the living room" or in someones room and talk, knit, play  strip poker, drink wine, listen to Jayme's make-out stories with the handsome widower in room 132, talk about our grandkids and how our kids are "doing parenting all wrong". We would watch as much Netflix as we want and follow about 5 series. Some of them will even be dirty.

None of us will be sick or suffering from any illness. One of us may have shingles. One of us may have a new hip. One of us may walk with a cane due to all the years of abusing their bodies at F45 gym, holding back the puke during every workout. One of us may be a permanate hunchback. But we will all be alive and kickin.

Think about it... the rest of our lives to just...... be.

No bills to worry about. No jobs to stress about or be at. No kids to look after. No husband to take care of. No pressure to "keep up with the reast of the world".

All the time in the world to be with each other.....people who we have known our entire lives. All the times in the world to to whatever the hell we wanna do. Happy Hour every day in Kelly's room at 3pm? Why the hell not! Online shopping, spending money like it grows on trees? Sure! Eating chips, doughnuts, chocolate, and ice cream guilt free and not giving one rats ass about how much we weigh? Sign me up.  4 naps a day? Uh... yeah!

Everyday is a party.
Everyday is full of inside jokes and laughter.
Everyday is spent comfortable and relaxed and stress free.
Everyday will be spent with the 5 most important people (that are left) in our lives.... ...each other.

Our kids and grandkids will come to visit us allllllll the time.

Leo, Cece, James, Franklin, Ella, Kelsey, Lydia, Tyler, Josie, Addie, Reece, Emmit, and Grahm will all be like family to each other and all their kids will play together.

When they come to visit us, we need to reserve the banquet room at the nursing home since there are so many people there.

Does that not sound A-mazing?

Why don't more people do this? Seriously..... Why do some people chose to live the last 5-10 years of their life alone and relying on other people to take care of them?

Yes, I realize that some circumstances will require different situations..... and obviously this is a "dream", cause I'm sure in reality I promise that many sticks will get throw in the wheels of this plan and what I imagined will be, will be very, very different from what God has in store for us. In fact... I honestly think I hear him laughing.

Anyway,,.. its a nice thought.

When Laura brought it up, it made me smile. Gosh I love these girls... these girls who have been MY FRIEND since I was 13. Girls who have ALWAYS accepted me for who I am/was. Wether I was annoying, needy, weepy, depressed, fat, skinny, too hyper, bitchy, self-ritghous, local, or out of state. They love me still. They take me for who I am and vice versa.

I mean, damnit.... staying friends with Angie is effin hard.... she's bat-shit crazy..... but we all still accept her.  Wink and gun.

That's what I love the most. I'm really looking forward to the last few years of my life. If all goes "as planned", sounds like it will be grand!

 

The Gang  in 1997 and 2015

 

 

 

Laura and Jess in 2060

Angie in 2060

 

Kelly in 2060

 

 

Jayme in 2060

 

 

 

Like a brick wall.

So lately I've been doing some weird shiz.

Like, weird-er than normal. Which is effin scary. I mean, Im even freaking myself out. I normally laugh at my stupidity, because my sense of humor allows me o do things like that, but lately... these matters are nothing to laugh about. It's getting serious, folks. Like... I may need a CT scan or I need to change my name to Sybil. One or the other....

My recent actions that make me think WTF....

1. I went to pick the kids up from school the other day.... Wednesday.

They don't go to school on Wednesday's.

Let me repeat..... I. went. to. pick. the. kids. up. from. someplace. they. were. not. at.

 The sad part..... It honestly took me a total of about 10 minutes to realize THEY WERE NOT THERE.

It wasn't until one of the teachers says to me, "It's Wednesday."

"Yeah.........and?"

Then it hit me.

like a brick wall.

omg.

OMG.

The look the lady gave me immediately made me hear the "psyco" theme song in the background.

I'm sure when I walked out the door...... with no children....  people were concerned.

 I know I was.

 I didn't even tell my mother-in-law what I had done.

 I mean.... I was practically 30 min late coming hope than my normal arrival time. No big deal. Nothing to see here.

2. Speaking of my mother-in-law, I needed a huge favor from her the other day.

 I texted her about 8:15am and said, "Can you do me a huge favor?"

She immediately responded with "Sure!" (as usual! Bless her!)

 I said.... "Brace yourself..... I need you to bring me a bra."

 I them proceeded to explain to her that I had worn a black bra to school and did not realize that the top I was wearing was totally and completely see-through.

 I didn't realize it until the morning bell rang and I was walking toward the full-length mirror in my classroom and it me.... you guessed it.... like a cottin'pickin' brick wall.

 I was a paranoid freak the rest of period 1.... feeling like a $2 whore who lost her pole.

3. It took me about 35 minutes to drive to work the other day.

 Normally it takes me about 10.

Why did it take 35 you ask?

 Well, the brick wall didn't hit me until I was out by Walmart (the complete OPPOSITE end of town), that I was going the completely wrong direction.



4. The CVS drive thru in Celina is s-l-oooooo-w.

I don't know why, but they are.

Always.

 Anyway, after Cece's dance lesson I swung through to pick up my 24th round of antibiotics for a sinus infection that I've had since 3rd grade.

I knew I'd have to wait because I always have to wait..... and because the drive thru line was 7 cars deep. O'well, I honestly didn't mind. Cece was in the back seat watching Dora, reciting the Spanish word for "broccoli" and seemed perfectly content.

 I was exhausted and didn't mind the break from having to do anything constructive. So I browsed my phone.

About 25 minutes later I finally got up to window......

and I drove right on through.

The lady at the window looked like a spectator at the Daytona 500....her head followed me from the right alllll the way through to the left.

 I avoid all eye contact and kept my eyes to the front. I had both hands gripped tightly on the wheel at 10 and 2 and my posture was straight and stiff.

Why did I breeze through the drive thru like a fart in the wind?

 Cause it took about that long for that brick wall to smack me in the face and remind me that I DIDNT HAVE MY PURSE.

omg.

OMG!?!?!


5.  Speaking of drive thru's...... have you even went through the drive thru at a fast food place, got up to the window, looked at the teenager working at the window with a blank stare, and tell him, "Uh... I forgot to place my order."

No?

Just me?

Ok then.....

Sweet Jesus Mary..... someone gimme a nap.