Reunions

My last post took me two weeks to finish. I have been extraordinarily busy and a complete slacker on the blog. We just got through a long weekend...and I mean long. Jack was a sicky bear and threw up all night Saturday and still has been getting visits from our friend Rhea Perlman (you figure that one out, folks). I feel bad for the little lamb - he has been living on toast, crackers, water and a few other things his tummy can handle. He's in great spirits and acting normal, just has a sensitive belly right now. It's heartbreaking when he's sick. And all he wants is to be held, which I gladly do. I will admit, my gag reflexes kicked into high gear a few times - it was not pretty. But we made it.

So, a few things I am ridiculously excited about these days...first and foremost, NKOTB. I was in love, love, love with Joey McIntyre. I used to kiss his picture (framed picture, mind you) every day. I destroyed my walls with thumbtack holes and tape putting up hundreds of posters. I spent every penny (and most of my parents') on ridiculous memorabilia. I've been meaning to get into mom & dad's basement to find those old treasures. Anyway...a reunion! Yes!!! I heard their newest single on the radio the other day and immediately felt transported back in time to being a 12-year old girl. It was awesome. It made me truly happy. I have been devising a plan with a few girls to get to a show when they come our way. And I think just about any 30-year old woman can relate...I saw them all screaming on the Today show! I saw their concert when I was in the sixth grade and I cried - bawled - the entire time. I stood on a chair and convinced myself that Joey was pointing and singing right at me - and when I told the story to my sister and her friend, I cried again. Amazing.

Secondly - Sex and the City. Holyshitiamsoexcitedforthis! Seriously...I was fine with the finale - it ended as perfectly as I needed it to. I have been in anticipation of this movie since about January. I have avoided all spoilers I get tears when I see the trailers. My sister and I are ponying up on opening day and going. I'm totally wearing my stilettos. I am also totally ordering a gigantic trough of nachos so that when I am crying (simply because I am there and I love it), I can blame it on the spicy jalapeños. I wonder if it's too much to smuggle in a flask of Cosmopolitans? I won't push it...:)