do you have any secret tattoos or piercings? what about simon? any tattoos?
I had a belly-button ring in college. It was pretty tragic. My parents were not amused. I have since taken it out, but I suppose that isn’t very exciting.
No tattoos either and If we are being honest- I have less than zero desire to ever get one. I sort of would rather punch myself in the face than be permanently inked (No disrespect to others who have them, but they are just not my deal).
Despite my aversion to tats, if the fate of humanity rested on me getting one (or something equally unrealistic and dramatic)…do you want to know what I would get?
"24601" on the underside of my forearm!
(24601? Jean Valjean’s prison number in Les Miserables! Yeah, I am hardcore like that.)
Oh, and no tattoos on Simon either. Although he does have his tongue pierced.
It’s only Wednesday, but Simon has already had a pretty brutal work week. Contrary to popular belief, being a divorce lawyer isn’t all sunshine and jazz hands….
Last night, he needed me. (I knew this by his one word responses to my g-chats and the fact that as of 5pm he had still not sent me a single article dissecting the final episode of LOST.)
So I did what any good wife would do - I made an awesome dinner for my man (BLT’s, if you are wondering).
CORRECTION: I tried to make an awesome dinner.
But (oh the but)
I burned the toast…twice. and the bacon. and forgot the mayo. and sliced the tomato way too thick.
And since Simon forgot to call me before leaving the office, I didn’t have things ready when he walked in the door. In fact, he came home to a partially set-table and his wife wearing just a t-shirt and underwear, standing on the counter trying to clean the grease that splattered all over the microwave.
I spent all day planning the ways I could ensure he would come home to a comforting, serene environment where he would be greeted by a lovely and calm wife. I achieved the exact opposite.
I was so angry (embarrassed?) over the ruined dinner and my crazy-lady appearance that I totally lost my cool.
It’s funny….at work, I am unflappable. Client meetings, strategy decks and optimization calls…I am a champ, but I burn one plate of bacon and devolve into that girl throwing bags of lettuce across the kitchen.
Anyone who ever said being a homemaker is easy, lied….because yesterday, that was the job that kicked my ass.
Epilogue: While I set out to comfort Simon, I fear he is the one who ended up calming me down. Want to know how he did it? He took the plate of bacon out of my hand, kissed my forehead and said (in a tone that almost sounded believable): “Crispy Bacon is the Best!”
My husband and I have watched every episode of LOST (120, for those who are counting) and on Sunday night we will sit down for the final installment in what has become the most important show of my life.
We began watching LOST just few months ago, but I like to think the series found us at the exact time we needed it.
It started in early December when Simon came home from work with a package tucked under his arm. “What’s that?” I asked. "A Distraction," he replied, as he pulled out the DVDs for the first two seasons of LOST. It didn’t take us long, an episode or two, to realize that this series was so much more than a diversion. It was an investment. It was a comfort.
I needed a comfort.
You see, I have lost a lot this year. Most notably I lost the belief that my extended family’s bonds were unbreakable….that somehow we were immune to the things that tear families apart. And with this realization came an impossible sadness- a paralyzing sadness.
But no matter how hopeless I felt, there was something about LOST that kept me going. For a period, I got out of bed every morning and plugged away through every day just so I could make it home at night, cuddle into Simon’s nook and make our way through another episode. This is not an exaggeration.
I was looking for answers in life, but LOST quickly taught me that sometimes there are no answers, only more questions. And there is really nothing you can do about it.
As Simon and I made our way through the seasons, my strength steadily grew… as did my curiosity and confusion over what the hell was happening to the Island. (Seriously, Benjamin Linus is creeping me out! Richard Halpert is a dreamboat! Desmond is totally something special. And what is up with eff’ing John Locke?!)
Season 3 (February), I found unconditional love. Season 4 (March), I found my appetite. Season 5 (April): I found my confidence.
And if that isn’t enough, this epic adventure unfolded during my transition at New Job. I felt so empowered knowing that ambiguity associated with a new position couldn’t hold a candle to the uncertainty playing out on Lost. If I could handle the mind-fuck of alternate realities and a smoke monster, I certainly could deal with onboarding new clients!
As we approach the end of season 6, I feel so thankful to say that I have found my peace.
I have invested over 100 hours getting to know the survivors of Oceanic Flight 815, which is the longest I have spent with any fictional characters (regardless of the medium). Jack, Sawyer, Hurley and the rest of that motley crew became part of my thoughts, dreams, conversations and life. They became treasured friends who were flawed and at times disappointing, but they were there for me when I needed them.
I have learned a thing or two about goodbyes over the past few months, and I know that saying goodbye to LOST is going to be hard. Walking away from something you love is never easy, but I will remain forever thankful to the series and to my husband for bringing home this incredible gift that cold night in December. It helped me heal. It made me better.
And it feels only appropriate conclude this post with a quote from the Island’s Protector, Jacob:
It only ends once. Anything that happens before that is just progress
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I also have to mention the beer list. It was insane with over 100 domestic & import choices (some of which come in impressively large bottles)! Let’s just say we drank our way through a considerable portion of the EU.
Two very enthusiastic thumbs up to both the company and this newfound gem, Bluebird!
Also big hello to reader Jenn who was sitting just a few seats down (Jenn, do you agree with my Bluebird review)? Thanks for saying hi!
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