Theresa Irmina Andrisek McBee Jasek 9/1/32 – 1/25/98. Today would have been her 90th birthday. Happy birthday to the only momma I ever knew. My feature image is the tattoo she’d likely be upset by …. or not. I’d like to think she would have made an exception somehow knowing my sweet baby girl drew the heart (and has a tattoo of her own). Times change & maybe her strict interpretation of the catechism would have changed too.
I’m not quite ready to full on release the hounds but I couldn’t let this milestone go by without a mention. Over the coming days, I may or may not expand upon my story. I’ve been teasing about doing this for months. I’m pacing myself because I don’t want this to turn into a bash the dead person narrative. She was flawed but then again everyone is flawed; all of us are imperfectly human. I live in a glass house, not going to throw any stones. And I want to stress things weren’t all bad, in fact, there was usually much more good. Revisionist history or not, my life has been & continues to be extraordinary. I don’t need a wellness check. I promise.
This has to be my favorite quote from the 1948 film The Naked City. “There are eight million stories in the naked city. This has been one of them.” I feel like I have 8 million stories all by myself. A tangled bowl of spaghetti which is very hard to follow. But then that wouldn’t be any different from my typical posts here. WordPress is definitely the place to tell my tale. People here have always been very supportive.
Did you take the ‘click bait? HaHa! That post describes my experience better than I could as I tried to re-write my story for this post. Similar to what Lulu is going through except she has a college degree and does not have a part-time job at the mall. Thanks to Rona, everyone wants those part time jobs at the mall. Otherwise she’d grab one!
Moving on, where were you in ’84?
On this day 36 years go, B and I tied the knot. Yep we got hitched despite all the naysayers who said it wouldn’t last. And Rona has us staying indoors instead of going out to a fancy dinner. Too much work to dine-in these days. Take out is the new normal. But today we will cook at home. Yummy grilled steaks, asparagus, salad, and french bread.
I fancy myself the movie critic … I know, I know, don’t quit my day job. Despite me likely being in the minority for my opinion, I’ll still give an assessment of “Jurassic World” … WITHOUT any spoilers
In my opinion, the movie was just very good but not great, certainly not record breaking over $500M in the opening weekend kind of great. The ending obviously left the door open for another sequel for more moola eventually.
My verdict is out on Opie’s daughter as the lead. I’m not sure she was strong enough to carry it. Perfect hair and heels in the jungles of Costa Rica… puhleese. D’Onofrio, BD Wong, and Chris Pratt played their parts well. I guess I’m just spoiled by Michael Crichton’s Jurassic Park and the first big screen adaptation. Laura Dern, Sam Neill, Richard Attenborough, and Jeff Goldblum, I mean come on!! How can you top that talent ?!?!??
I read Mr. Crichton’s book first like I usually do and while the movie deviated a bit from the novel, the 1993 Jurassic Park is classic. I think I’ll dust off my copy and re-read it and after that I’ll re-read the Andromeda Strain. Summer is almost here after all. I’m going to pretend I’m a kid trying to meet my quota for the summer reading program at the McCreless branch library. I want my T-shirt and book bag
She shows me her phone and I read …
Tarantism (n.) overcoming melancholy by dancing; the uncontrollable urge to dance
Me: “hells yeah!” As I bust a move in the middle of Tommy’s Mexican restaurant this AM. I was already foot tapping under the table because the tunes were saweeeet!!!!!
It is a real thing
A disorder characterized by an uncontrollable urge to dance, especially prevalent in southern Italy from the 15th to the 17th century and popularly but erroneously attributed to the bite of a tarantula.
Funny I don’t remember being bit . Happy day ya’ll make it a good one!!
The following in italics was written five years ago today and posted to FB.
The more things change, the more they stay the same. While Ryan Seacrest is no Dick Clark, I still love this NYE tradition!!! We are home, safe and all toasty in flannel pjs. Sweet red wine & way too many snacks. This is how the other half lives large ;). Heartfelt memories of New Years Eves pasts. Missing my brother Jimbo Pete my constant companion. Mom & Dad always went to the dance at Martinez Hall. So us kids would be at home living large just like tonight. Thankful for all our blessings. It’s still rainbows and sunshine here even when it isn’t. Be good, be kind and enjoy the simple things. Happy happy joy joy!
Five years ago 12/31/14 was shortly after B’s fall that April and the terrible awful the September but before that which can’t be repeated. Hard to believe as time works its witchy magic. Seems like forever ago and yesterday in a second at the same time. Since it really hasn’t been that long, I have hope! Hope that she’ll hit rock bottom and realize things have to change. Hope that the light bulb goes off. Might not require bottoming out might require being tired of the way things are now. Hope, that fickle bitch Hope.
In the meantime, I’m angry and projecting. Starting Twitter feuds with fat shaming strangers. I’m triggered. Acceptance is futile.
On 10/30/06, my family was victim to a random act of violence. Now 12 years later we remember and we are grateful. Other stuff (some of it way worse) has happened since that fateful day. Sure puts things into perspective.
Ima go out and run through the leafeses just like my blogging pal Joey. Ha! Crunch, crunch, crunch!!! Wishing everyone a wonderful day!!
B was at work, Lulu was at Salem Sayers Mother’s Day Out, and Pony was in school. I was working night shift but had the night off.
P and I were planning dad’s annual birthday party at either Pesos Cafe or Snoga’s where dad would treat all of us to lunch on HIS birthday! We’d go back to the house for cake and ice cream afterwards. We stayed on the phone (not saying much) just to be connected as we watched our TVs simultaneously, in two different cities.
One crash, then two, then they are saying the crash was on purpose. People jumping from buildings. “Why would they do that?” I asked my sister. “As an option to burning to death” she replied.
No words! All of it was un-freaking-believable. One of those moments that we’d look back on and remember where we were and what we were doing on that infamous day.
My dad would be 102 today (9/11/18) if he were still alive. He liked to celebrate and lived a good life. He taught us well and we live by his examples. Be kind. Service before self.
Here are two candid pictures from his party on that Saturday after September 11, 2001.
They are all that I can find. I am grateful I have them. I am grateful we didn’t cancel his birthday party. I am grateful that we will NEVER forget.