Soda Pop Fizz.

Sweet, fizzy, and refreshing.
Like a Fountain Soda. A Cherry Coke! Man, I LOVE Cherry Coke.
That's how we started out.
That's what our dates were. Every one. A Cherry Coke. Sweet. Fizzy. Refreshing. And good. Really good.
It's just that I barely drink soda anymore. It gives me gas. And it so often has a really bad after taste. And to be honest, I haven't had a REAL fountain soda in - man this is embarrassing - since junior year of college which was about 5 years ago, now.
And in a lot of ways even THAT soda wasn't a REAL fountain soda. So now, given that it's been a while and I'm actually doing quite fine without the REAL stuff, I'm kind of picky. I mean, THIS was fountain soda. He - Me - we aren't crappy cans of storebrand pop that's sold individually. We're both pretty high end. Gourment, if you will. It just turns out that neither one of us is that big of a Chery Coke fan. He called tonight. But I missed the call. He didn't leave a message. And it hurts more than I thought it would. I guess that the only way to explain it is that last week, we went out to a local bar... neither one of us felt like having much to drink. And as the days have passed, we've had less things to talked about. There's hardly any interest in one another's thoughts, or doings. And the passion has diminished. Our love has become like a flat soda.
Late Friday night my cell phone started beeping. I had a new message. And it was from The Homeowner. He wanted to know if I was free for dinner.
Lesson Learned: Never let a cell phone company ruin a relationship.
We had dinner last night. And as we drove around Los Angeles trying to find a parking spot, I asked if I could have a sip of the soda that was in the cup holder of his car.
He said it was kind of old and flat.... (If he only knew...) And it just brought back a lot of the old annoyances that I had with him while in our relationship.
He grabbed the soda as we were getting out of the car, and he tossed it into a nearby trash can. Which was exactly what I was thinking.
Dinner was GREAT. He was OKAY. I am... an over-analyzer.
But I think I'm closer to reaching peace. I don't know if this relationship is going anywhere - Hell, I don't know if I want it to go anywhere. And (because I'm immature and I've been reluctant to ask him what HE thinks about all of this) I don't know if he wants it to go anywhere, either.
But I think it's perfectly acceptable to classify "Dinner" as a destination. Dinner is one destination we're definitely heading towards again. And that suits me perfectly. It's always great to re-fizz.

Appreciation.

My Mom & James

My mom is the most amazing human being. She's strong, intelligent, beautiful and motivated. She's been the greatest role model and mentor.

She has always taught me that life is as great as you make it, no matter how bad the situation may seem. My mom gave birth to me when she was just 18 years old. My bioligical father was a physically and mentally abusive jerk. And she developed the courage to leave him and raise me as a single mother.

While I was just an infant, my mother was working on her medical degree. My grandparents took care of me while she was in school and my mother always made sure not to ignore me for her studies. She was so incredibly balanced. My grandma even told me that she would keep me next to her desk while she did her homework and hold me until I fell asleep and she did as well. And she never missed a day of school.

When I was just barely old enough to be in kindergarten, she met James Reese.

He was a part-time comedian and focused pre-law student.

On their 2nd date, he asked to go to a place for the 3 of us. He told her that she's a package deal and he wants to make us both happy. And I fell in love with him faster than she did!
They were married a year later.

He was the greatest Dad to me and still is to this day. He would play with me until we were both worn out. He'd stay up late reading to me, so that my mom could finish homework. Now, my mom is a successful Neurosurgeon and my dad is a successful Malpractice Attorney in California. I think whaloved the most about growing up with them is that I had no idea how successful they were or how busy they were because they never neglected me or my brother Mickey. I feel so very fortunate to be raised by such wonderful, loving people. To this day I don't think they realize how much I love them. And also how much I appreciate what they've done for me.

Introduction.

I'm not sure what to really blog about, but I'm sure as time goes on things will come to me. This entire week is going to be filled with music lessons for my clients, marriage counseling with Mark and not to mention a lot of precious family time with my favorite cousins.
I'm glad you're home Casey!!! You're my favorite cousin and our family's superstar.

And a shoutout to my girl Chels, since she's my only blogging bestie. Love ya babe!

Much more to came later,

Jocelyn