Happenings

Okay, so it's 10:00 and I can't wait for midnight to get here because hopefully my best friend, Sara, (read family) will be arriving with it on a flight from Chicago. She's currently working on her Master's in Bassoon performance at Northwestern and she's auditioning in Orlando on Monday. This is going to be a terribly short and fully packed visit, but any visit is better than no visit at all. Her flight was supposed to get here at 11:30, but keeping with tradition, it's been delayed until 12:10. At least she's on a flight to Tampa this time and not calling me in a panic because her flight has been cancelled and she doesn't have a clue that Sarasota is only an hour away. That happened a couple of years ago when she came down for spring break. Chris and I had to pick her up at midnight, and then we woke Tia up when we raided her fridge once we got back to Tampa. It was an adventure to say the least. I'm hoping that this trip won't be quite that exciting. I just want midnight to hurry up and get here! This whole day has dragged and that seems to be continuing even now. Regardless of all flight complications and delays, today is Friday and I have a fun packed weekend with Sara ahead. Alright well I don't have much else to say.

I think that this is horribly cliche and for that I apologize, but Happy Mother's Day, Mom!! I have a lot of friends at work who have young children, and between their stories and taking care of Bogart, I've realized just how hard being a "mom" really is. So to my mother, thanks for changing all those dirty diapers and for not losing patience on the nights when I absolutely refused to go to sleep or when I woke you up with a panic attack at two in the morning, and thanks for always telling me that I was a good baby, although I've learned that even "good babies" have bad days. Thanks for fixing skinned up limbs, busted heads, and broken knees. Sorry for doing just about everything short of breaking bones. Thanks for helping me get to where I am, and for being so patient and supportive now as I try to find myself in adulthood. Lastly, thanks for always taking on the burden of "take your daughter to work day" those experiences have actually helped me navigate Corporate America fairly easily without too many snags. All of this has been written to say thanks for being a mom who never gave up or blew up and who embodied the essence of motherhood with patience and grace. Thank you. Do something wonderful for yourself on Mother's Day and keep an eye on the mail.

Alright well that filled a glorious 17 minutes, and I still have almost 2 hours before Sara arrives. Chris is playing the PS3 so TV is out of the list of possible options. Maybe I'll watch a movie on my computer or read a little more of, Islands in the Stream, which I'm realizing is probably my favorite book by Papa. It's been a long day and a tough week here - I hope it's been better elsewhere. Okay, well I think I'm going to go heat up a piece of pizza and go from there. Have a good weekend!