Wednesday, October 12, 2011


My horoscope insists that this will be a fabulous year for me.  According to the planets interactions I am supposed to be lavished with all types of gifts and rewards.  I am not pathetically superstitious but I am kind of a sucker for fortune telling and all that mysterious gobblety gook, so of course when I see something positive being predicted it gives me a little glimmer of hope for my future.  So far my year has been pretty darn good.  Nothing spectacular but a steady stream of uplifting events.  For instance, my little part time job from home has been on the up and up.  Boss seems happy with my performance.  More importantly, we are in the second round of Jay’s board of education evaluations and everyone has been extremely friendly and helpful in getting the ball rolling for him to start his special Ed nursery school.  And as for relaxation and unwinding, the hubby and I got to get away to Atlantic City for the weekend while my in-laws watched the kids.  Not only did we stay in my favorite casino/hotel, Caesars, but we played black jack into the wee hours of the morning and we both won.  I broke even (which is still winning in my book) and my husband racked up those green $25 chips that I love seeing.  He’ll give away those red $5 chips to the house all day but when the green comes in, he throws them in his front shirt pocket while I’m eyeing of course and he lets them stay their safely until we go back to the room and count the winnings.  I state this process like it is a usual routine for us and I am happy to say (while knocking on wood) it is.  He is like an amazing black jack guru.  He wins almost every time.  It’s because he is a ballsy gambler.  Doubling down, splitting, even playing the extra luck lady spot (you know what that is if you gamble) Most say it’s the suckers bet but amazing that bet paid out too.  Thank god he wins because boy is he a crankster when he doesn’t.  He gets that immature pout on his face and his little toddler routine could easily ruin the trip.  So I am relived to say we both won (and for me to win is a rarity). 
After gambling till my eyes almost fell out of my head we got to see the Gypsy Kings in concert.  Even though they are Spanish and we can’t understand a word they are saying we truly appreciate their talent.  Those old Spanish guys can play the guitar like no other.  Everyone was out of their seat enjoying the rhythm.  I was even shaking my part Spanish booty.  Part Spanish meaning the part that is so far back in the family tree that we have no clue which ancestor gave us our Spanish last name.  All we know is that a great great great grandfather was from Spain and our Hispanic blood line must have been wiped out but somehow we managed to keep the name.  Any how, the stage manager for the Gypsy Kings was letting some women get up on stage to dance during the finale.  The thought of me getting to go up there passed my mind, but I blew it off thinking I am a mom of two with a very conservative (when it comes to his wife) husband who might not enjoy me attempting another shot a fame.   Just then, as that thought was passing by, the stage manager caught my eye, pointed at me and mouthed the words, “You!  Come now!”  He must have read my mind because it took me precisely one second to climb over the people next to me, grab that wonderful man’s hand and let him lead me on stage next to about ten other women so I could shake my thang next to these “ok, maybe older” but very talented men.  After enjoying the view I was always meant to have (wink. Wink.) I looked out into the crowd to see if my hubby was taking pictures or even better, recording this once in a life time opportunity.  And you know what?....He was sitting in his seat with the meanest grimace shooting daggers at me.  I knew in the instant that I was in trouble.  And for a brief second, it broke my heart.  The fact that the one person in the world whom I wanted to see me on stage was the one person who absolutely hated to see me on stage.  In a nut shell, this has been our biggest problem from the very beginning.  I wanted one thing and he wanted the total opposite.  But I love him and I have changed for him and so far, I have experienced a perfect life with him.  Isn’t that what marriage is about?
Once I tore my eyes away from his, I fully enjoyed the tiny feeling of fame and I left it there with no proof to show to anyone.  He ripped me a new one after the show but he knew he was in the wrong, so he kept his lecture brief.  For my husband a lecture is not really a lecture, it’s a comedy roast filled with sarcastic and insulting shots.  If anyone was to witness this tantrum, you would get a big laugh out of his “lectures” You may even want to pay to see his comedy routine because he is just so darn funny and quick witted but he’ll get his point in loud and clear which was, “Why are you dancing onstage when you know I don’t like you drawing attention to yourself!”
Anyway, I blew him off (Yuck! That phrase looks horrible on paper).  After eleven years of these type lectures it doesn’t get under my skin like it used to.  Instead, I told his family about my little performance, as soon as we picked up the kids and I am ready to tell anyone who will listen that I got to dance on stage.  That is his punishment and he hates it.  Hehehe.
So that was some pretty good luck.  And it’s only February, so now I am waiting for more little wonderful surprises to happen.  I am like a little kid on Christmas waiting for presents.  I hope I’m not pissing off the astronomical gods because I’m expecting goodies, but it has been pretty uplifting to say the least.

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