>Mental Tourette’s?

>I think I have Tourette’s Syndrome…but only in my head. That’s what I’m calling it anyway. I seem to have developed a knack for thinking of funny things at the most inappropriate times. Sometimes my little daydreams are so real, I actually almost do or say what I’m thinking out loud! It’s really going to get me in trouble sometime. Here are a few examples from the last week or two:

1) We were at the Veedersburg Community Palm Sunday worship service Sunday night at the Christian Church. This church’s communion traditions dictate that everyone drink the cup together. Some nice words of institution are said, and everyone drinks together. So, there we were, enjoying a serious, quiet communion moment with a hundred of our neighbors, and as we all tipped our cups back to take the juice, I wanted to swallow and shout, “OPAH!” like they do on My Big Fat Greek Wedding! I didn’t do it, of course, but just thinking about it gave me a little case of the giggles.

2) Last week when I was in New Orleans with Mom and Kelly, we attended a dinner with Mom’s associates on the board of the American Council on Gift Annuities. Five of the board members were retiring, so there was a nice dinner to honor them and their years of service to ACGA. At one point during the dinner, people were invited to stand up and say nice things about the people who were retiring. One man from our table stood up to recognize someone, and began talking a lot about things I wasn’t familiar with. This is not a rare occurance with the people my mother works for. I know jack squat about gift planning, annuities, laws pertaining to gift planning, bequests, blah, blah, blah. (Geez, I’m even boring myself just thinking about it!) This stuff is seriously over my head. So anyway, this really pleasant man is saying some really wonderful things about this other guy, but I was LOST because he was talking a lot of shop. The whole room was SILENT as this guy spoke, and being the polite, awesome person I am, I kept my eyes on him, smiling and nodding through his whole speech. Midway through his homage, my mind drifted a little, and I imagined myself just laughing out loud at something he said that I obviously didn’t understand. You know – one of those laughs that’s about half-fake, and says, “Oh no he di-in’t!” I snapped out of my daydream pretty quickly, but I was still pretty tickled with myself. I almost peed a little trying not to laugh in real life.

This is the burden that I carry folks. Anyone else out there with me? Besides Dr. John Dorian of course…

>Rhapsody in Silver and Blue

>I am getting ready to have my 10 year high school reunion. Yes. TEN. YEARS. Ugh…

Some days it seems like it was just yesterday that I was a high school student. Oh my goodness, I was caught up in drama and boys and girlfriends and BAND…oh how I loved band…and school newspaper and ball games and boys and spring break and the fight song (“Home of the Silver and the Blue! P-M-H-S….THE BEST!”), prom and did I mention boys? I was ALWAYS with my friends, NEVER worried about much and OFTEN thought I was ready to grow up. I walked those blue halls with blue lockers, and dreamed of the day I would be older and carefree.

Other days that life I used to lead seems like it belonged to someone else. Like it’s the plot of a book I read and loved years ago. The older I get, the less it feels like ME. Because really, there’s no way I was a size twelve or a decent flute player or one of those mouthy girls who walks the mall giggling with her gaggle of girlfriends. That’s not who I was, right? I’ve always been overweight and responsible and tired and out of touch, haven’t I? Geez…

Did I mention that I’m planning my reunion? (Yes, I am a glutton for punishment. Why do you ask?) People keep asking me how I got the job of planning this shindig, and I’m honestly not quite sure. I thought I could help plan the event, since we finally lived in the area again. I got in touch with the Alumni Association at my high school, and was told that no one was working on the reunion. WHAT? No one is planning the reunion? We can’t NOT have a reunion! “I’ll get some people together,” I said, and here I am. I’m not the class president (who should be planning this thing). I wasn’t even one of the cool kids. I’m just some washed up band geek trying to get a party started.

I hope lots of people show up. We have a minimum food and beverage total we have to reach ($2000 – shouldn’t be hard with the cash bar, right?). I hope that I look good. I was too busy planning this thing to get in shape for it. (Okay fine, I haven’t been in shape for anything since I graduated…) I know people have Romy and Michelle delusions about what this reunion might look like, and I hope they’re not pissed when I disappoint them. Do you know how expensive reunions like that are? Maybe in another decade folks…

So in honor of my impending reunion, I wanted to share something with you. This is the poem my Mom and Dad (probably just Mom with Dad’s encouragement) wrote to place in the last issue of the school paper when I graduated. I loved it then, and I still love it today. I think it will be fairly easy to see that we love music in my family…

Princess Katie Diane

From House at Pooh Corner to
Opposites Attract
From Friends in Low Places to
A Boy Like That
From Rockin’ in the Free World to
Rhapsody in Blue
From Love Song for a Savior to
OU812

You’re our perfect Grievous Angel,
you’re our Devil in Disguise
You’re either Manic Monday or you’re
Almost Paradise
You’re such a Groovy Kind of Love, it’s true
Do You Want To Know a Secret?
We’re so proud of you!

Love, Mom & Dad