Some of you may have been told the tale.....some of you may not yet have had the privilege...
How a young Jaclyn Dixon- then, Jaclyn Baker- told her Pediatrician, Dr. Litwack as he began to prescribe her medicines to heal her young pain, "but I love to be sick...". "Excuse me?" Dr Litwack looked confused, surely no young child- or any normal person for that matter- loved to be sick. But young Jaclyn carried on...her mother, covering her face in horror, "I love to be sick...my Mom stays home with me and makes me tea and toast, and I have a cat and we watch movies. I love it.". A bewildered and slightly horrified Dr. Litwack turned toward the Mother. "She loves it", the Mother shrugged. And that was that.
Now, things are a little different. I no longer love to be sick. And certainly not on a Friday night. Here I am, coughing, sweating, headachey and all that jazz. And it's Friday night. And there aren't even any good movies on. I'm just sick at home with my poor Hubby who lovingly takes care of me and a cat who doesn't understand that Mommy is sick. Not. Fun. I do not love it.
Fin.
Friday, August 12, 2011
Saturday, August 6, 2011
If I Had a Million Dollars..
Hello Darlings...
Thank you all for your emails, texts, and especially comments in a public forum about my blog :) Your encouragement means the world and I am so glad you're following the goings on of lil' ol me and I hope you will continue to do so. :)
And now....I dare to dream.
Recently Mark and I visited my astrologer and she had good things and better things to say. She also told us she saw "a pregnancy" around Mark and looked me in the eye and said "and if you don't wanna get pregnant, missy, you better watch out!". Needless to say I have recently encouraged Mr Dixon to hold tight to his side of the bed and I'll keep to mine. Just kidding.....sort of.
Chirruns will just not go with my new dining room :)
She also encouraged us saying that we would soon know some financial success so we've decided to play the lottery. With playing the lottery comes the dreaming and reminiscing of what you would do if you won. It makes it that much more painful when you lose but in the moment it is fun and makes you feel drunk with hope that perhaps this is your time.
I thought I'd share some of the things I would do if I had millions of dollars....
Ahh...dreaming is so sweet.
Night ya'll!
xoxo
JKD
Thank you all for your emails, texts, and especially comments in a public forum about my blog :) Your encouragement means the world and I am so glad you're following the goings on of lil' ol me and I hope you will continue to do so. :)
And now....I dare to dream.
Recently Mark and I visited my astrologer and she had good things and better things to say. She also told us she saw "a pregnancy" around Mark and looked me in the eye and said "and if you don't wanna get pregnant, missy, you better watch out!". Needless to say I have recently encouraged Mr Dixon to hold tight to his side of the bed and I'll keep to mine. Just kidding.....sort of.
Chirruns will just not go with my new dining room :)
She also encouraged us saying that we would soon know some financial success so we've decided to play the lottery. With playing the lottery comes the dreaming and reminiscing of what you would do if you won. It makes it that much more painful when you lose but in the moment it is fun and makes you feel drunk with hope that perhaps this is your time.
I thought I'd share some of the things I would do if I had millions of dollars....
- I would pay off my student loans. Not only pay them off but send Sallie Mae a hand written note telling her exactly where she could shove my money.
- I would buy a white Porsche Cayenne with vanity plates reading "MRSDIX"
- I would pay of our mortgage
- I would buy cars for Savannah, My Mom, My family, Mark's Family....and whenever I told someone they were getting a car I would scream at them in my best OPRAH, "YOU GET A CAR!"
- I would renovate the Ritz Theatre and write them a big fat check and on the Memo line I would write " and I get leads in EVERYTHING"....just kidding. Well, not really. :)
- I would buy a WaWa and a Starbucks
- Mark and I would leave and go off to Paris, Rome, Venice, Prague and anywhere else we damn well please and eat cheese til our faces fell off.
- While there I would go to at least 3 of George Michael's concerts and sit front row in some sort of fabulous outfit for each...and if there was some sort of all-access backstage pass package for snobs, I would buy it
- I would renovate my Mom's Kitchen like she always wanted. And put aside money to put her in a home when the time came.
- I would go to Bliss Spa in NYC once a week. HEAVEN.
- I would buy my dream home....a house so big both our families could live with us. Each in their own private, happy space but we would all be together for breakfast, lunch, and dinner and to sing songs and talk before bed.
- I would give my Sister anything and everything she wanted because with or without millions she has always done that for me.
- I would donate to charities for kiddens, homeless, and gays.
- I'd get real headshots taken.
- I'd wipe my butt with a $50...just for kicks
- I would buy Manolos....and I would take out the trash in them
- I would hire Marin Mazzie to sing at my birthday.
- I would stop worrying.
Ahh...dreaming is so sweet.
Night ya'll!
xoxo
JKD
Friday, August 5, 2011
My Blanket and Me
In college I found a pink chenille bedspread on sale at Urban Outfitters. At $40bux it was so serendipitous because I desperately wanted my side of my dorm to be all pink. Mostly because I loved pink but also because my roommate- who slurped her food like an animal- hated it. Buying that bedspread was a win/win situation and I treasured it for years to come. It was warm in the winter, cool in the summer, comforting and fluffy and oh so pretty.
Then I got married.
I got married and my beautiful bedspread was folded and put away-(by me, not by Mark)- only to be brought out in the winter when it was extraordinarily cold in our living room and we were cuddled up watching a movie. You see, a pink bedspread doesn't sing of matrimony, adulthood, and all things grown up. But it does testify to a long-gone glory days...staying out til 6am and waking up naked with a grilled cheese under your pillow (true story). And when you're a big girl you realize you have to choose between the two. So yes, I put away my pink blanket and registered for a sensible but lovely Calvin Klein Duvet- rationalizing that it was still chic because Carrie Bradshaw had the same one on Sex and the City. But now and then I miss my pink bedroom, my stack of Harper's Bazaars, and a box filled with all the magazines Adrien Brody had been on the cover of. A framed photo of the cast of Valley of the Dolls, more journals than Oprah ever had, condoms and candles and crap. I miss the frivolity and not needing to let anyone know when you'll be home because maybe you won't be. I miss being young and dumb and too pretty to know the difference between Private and Federal Loans. I miss me.
Now everyone cool your pits....The Dixons aren't having a spat, there's no trouble in paradise. All is well. But marriage is...well it's a big change. My Dad once told me marriage was just a piece of paper. And in many ways, I suppose it is. But marriage is legal, its binding, it's a big f'ing deal and it scares me with it's intensity like Clint Eastwood. You have a fight- you better figure your shit out. Because you can't just pack your shit and go. No way, Jose! And who are you supposed to be? I struggle with this little diddy FO SHO! Am I me? Am I my Husband's Wife? If that's what I am do I have to like football, get acrylic nails and pack lunches? Am I me but now married? Is it ok for him to be the breadwinner always? What do I contribute? How do I bring Jaclyn Kay Baker into Jaclyn Kay Dixon? Are these two gals the same with just a change of name and address?
I mean....do you understand why I don't sleep much?
Recently I told my Health Coach, Diva Debbie, the saga of the pink blanket and apologized for having these thoughts like I revealed to her that I'd slept with the Gardner. Like we would ever have a Gardner. She looked at me like I was dumb. Not for having these thoughts but for feeling guilty for having these thoughts. She encouraged me to seek "me time". To indulge in the things I love (pizza and big macs excluded) and be kind to myself. I thought "me time" was for Housewives and Mommys. And I don't say that to be a bitch I just feel guilty for being 25 (26 is POUNDING at the door) childless, with no career and still feeling a need for "me time"- but I do need it. I need to not forget that fun, dumb girl - my Husband LOVES her and wishes she'd stick around awhile- and incorporate her into this serious, emotional woman now and then. It's time to say 'no' to things that suck- people, attitudes, food, what HAVE you and say yes to seclusion, to "girls nights", to re-decorating my living room if it makes me happy. WHY NOT!?
Ya know....I seem to be comfortable telling everyone else that it's "OK" to not know who you are, and what you want to be yet. I think I'm going to start telling myself.
xoxJKD
Then I got married.
I got married and my beautiful bedspread was folded and put away-(by me, not by Mark)- only to be brought out in the winter when it was extraordinarily cold in our living room and we were cuddled up watching a movie. You see, a pink bedspread doesn't sing of matrimony, adulthood, and all things grown up. But it does testify to a long-gone glory days...staying out til 6am and waking up naked with a grilled cheese under your pillow (true story). And when you're a big girl you realize you have to choose between the two. So yes, I put away my pink blanket and registered for a sensible but lovely Calvin Klein Duvet- rationalizing that it was still chic because Carrie Bradshaw had the same one on Sex and the City. But now and then I miss my pink bedroom, my stack of Harper's Bazaars, and a box filled with all the magazines Adrien Brody had been on the cover of. A framed photo of the cast of Valley of the Dolls, more journals than Oprah ever had, condoms and candles and crap. I miss the frivolity and not needing to let anyone know when you'll be home because maybe you won't be. I miss being young and dumb and too pretty to know the difference between Private and Federal Loans. I miss me.
Now everyone cool your pits....The Dixons aren't having a spat, there's no trouble in paradise. All is well. But marriage is...well it's a big change. My Dad once told me marriage was just a piece of paper. And in many ways, I suppose it is. But marriage is legal, its binding, it's a big f'ing deal and it scares me with it's intensity like Clint Eastwood. You have a fight- you better figure your shit out. Because you can't just pack your shit and go. No way, Jose! And who are you supposed to be? I struggle with this little diddy FO SHO! Am I me? Am I my Husband's Wife? If that's what I am do I have to like football, get acrylic nails and pack lunches? Am I me but now married? Is it ok for him to be the breadwinner always? What do I contribute? How do I bring Jaclyn Kay Baker into Jaclyn Kay Dixon? Are these two gals the same with just a change of name and address?
I mean....do you understand why I don't sleep much?
Recently I told my Health Coach, Diva Debbie, the saga of the pink blanket and apologized for having these thoughts like I revealed to her that I'd slept with the Gardner. Like we would ever have a Gardner. She looked at me like I was dumb. Not for having these thoughts but for feeling guilty for having these thoughts. She encouraged me to seek "me time". To indulge in the things I love (pizza and big macs excluded) and be kind to myself. I thought "me time" was for Housewives and Mommys. And I don't say that to be a bitch I just feel guilty for being 25 (26 is POUNDING at the door) childless, with no career and still feeling a need for "me time"- but I do need it. I need to not forget that fun, dumb girl - my Husband LOVES her and wishes she'd stick around awhile- and incorporate her into this serious, emotional woman now and then. It's time to say 'no' to things that suck- people, attitudes, food, what HAVE you and say yes to seclusion, to "girls nights", to re-decorating my living room if it makes me happy. WHY NOT!?
Ya know....I seem to be comfortable telling everyone else that it's "OK" to not know who you are, and what you want to be yet. I think I'm going to start telling myself.
xoxJKD
Wednesday, August 3, 2011
The Christmas Tree Shoppe. OR.... Things I Don't Really Need But Will DIE Without
I am concerned, however,when I start to notice all of the piles of stuff in every nook and cranny of my home.
There is a part of me that worries that my Mother and I are going to end up in the Medford Lakes house like Big Edie and Little Edie Beale one day....she with her silver glitter Jesus piggy bank and I with my little, pink vase. Lots of cats. And enough expired WaWa French Vanilla ceamer in the fridge to choke a horse. My sister will show up offer each of us a kind word and a quick sponge bath and then leave until she gets another phone call from a concerned neighbor. But I think my "problem" is nothing compared to my Mom. Now, my Mom buys some really ridiculous crap. The groundhog from CaddyShack for $1.50 at a yardsale....it doesn't work. But it was $1.50, so you know, she had to have it. It sits on our front porch on a wicker table not dancing or singing. And not that it would make it any better if my Mom had a working CaddyShack Groundhog but at least it would be functional for terrifying my Sister on Christmas Eve or to bring out for company. My little pink vase is functional and adorable. The Groundhog...not so much.
It was my crazy Mother though, who taught me the joys of a flea market, home goods, and now...The Christmas Tree Shoppe. I bought bowls for our new dining room for 2$ a piece which you would swear were from Anthropologie- but they're NOT! We got about 8 picture frames for mayyyybe $15bux! Silverware! Coffee! It's just a magical, magical place. Granted I found myself reaching for things I clearly did not need. Soy sauce dishes.....not needed. A sherpa blanket. Not needed. Pink Flamingo Christmas lights for my Sister....I put them back but I'm not so sure those weren't needed. But you get my drift. We got in and got out with lots of great stuff for under $60bux!
So the next time you come over and are impressed with my bowls, my mermaids and my overall whimsical, flawless style. Remember....you can get it too. On the cheap. Just check yourself before you buy the silver, glitter Jesus.
xoxJac
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