Randomness of Life

It has come to my attention that the days following a funeral of a loved one are full of random thoughts. In fact, so many random thoughts that you need to write them down. I did not. Now, I am racking my brain to remember why I have been laughing lately at nothing. Someone had to have said something humorous or I am slowly going insane. I think that is one of the signs, besides talking to yourself and answering. I am doing that, too.

Actually, life is really good right now. There is a relief of the death of someone who has been suffering. I am not waiting anxiously for that phone call. I am not planning and re-planning what I will do. I am not making sure I have all the phone numbers handy. I am not double checking lists of things to do. In fact, I have thrown them out for now.

Next week I will have to go back to making lists because, now, I have a wedding to plan. May 1 is my "D-day" for the event. May 1 all the dresses will be started and the invites must be planned. (DO YOU HEAR THAT AMIE??? THEY MUST BE DECIDED UPON BY MAY 1.) May 1 is the beginning of the invasion of my free time. There will be no more 'free time' until Sept. 12. Somehow, this all worked out in the timing of life.

Honestly, I do not for one second believe that life is random. I honestly believe that there are some preordained events and the timing is completely out of our hands. All you can do is make a plan. If it is to be, then God (or whomever or whatever you believe in) takes care of the details. This has been proven to me, without a doubt, since I learned of my mother's Alzheimer's. Every single thing we planned was followed by an 'intervention' from God. They were all 'good' things we needed. Not what we wanted, but what we needed.

The same is true for this wedding. Now that mom is no longer suffering, my father can attend in Vegas to see his first grandchild get married. I know he did not want to miss that. My mother will be able to 'be' there. And, yes, I believe in spirits. I have seen them. I really have. My dream is to someday be 'read' by John Edwards. I love that guy. And, no, I am not crazy.

Ok, maybe a little crazy but in an entirely fun way...

So, back to the hilarity of this week. It is coming from my sister, Mary. Her kids are a hoot in life observations. Her youngest kinda' slapped us up the side of the head when we forgot mom's breast cancer and the whole pink theme at the funeral. Her oldest just made a very astute observation on adults. It has to do with the "Real Housewives" and other Bravo tv shows for the classically challenged. I love them. So does Mary.

We live through the 'housewives'. Mary made an very good reason as to why we watch them. We don't want to gossip as that would be 'wrong' *. We can talk about the housewives of NYC, OC, NJ and Atlanta ** without the taint of gossiping. And, we do. She and her daughter actually text throughout the show to gossip and state fact. I don't text, so, I have to take notes***. Then, I share my observations in a 40 minute phone call to my sister ****.

* Her words, not mine. I don't gossip. I share facts.

**I don't watch that one and here's why...it is not ladylike for girls raised in the south to act like that...it is not reality.

***I don't want to misrepresent the ladies.

****omg i have such a sad life.

Mary was trying to tell me something and I was not listening Sunday during our 'observation of fact' after watching NYC. Her daughter, the elder, who is finishing her student teaching, read on-line that these shows are doing some good. I was so ready to tell my sister that her daughter was sooooo wrong and she should not believe anything she read on-line. The stupid assumption being made is that these shows are actually bringing people together after years of a strained relationship; that they actually make people apologize to each other. HAH! No they don't. They make people stupid. They make people believe that their bad behavior will get them on a reality *****show. By this time I am shaking, wanting to get this point out of my brain, to my mouth and in her ear. I am glad I waited.

*****and I know it is not (but I like to think it is)

After reading this flawed assumption on-line and relaying it to my sister, my very smart niece says this:

"I think the research was conducted by Bravo".

There is hope for the next generation.