Getting Married Twice

Today is mother's second 49th Birthday, and last year I wrote about how she is so amazing.

This year - I'm going to write about how my Dad got down on his knee and proposed to her again! After twenty-seven years of being married and thirty-two years of being together, my Dad tells my Mom that he cannot breathe without her. That the thought of being without her seems impossible! Everyone around in the family was bawling their eyes out including both my parents, and I only wish that I could have been there to experience the joyous occasion.

It's just a reminder for me.

There are good men out there, and one will find me. I can't wait to meet him.

Tough Times

It’s been a very tough week over here in my neck of the woods. I discovered that my address was listed incorrectly so, I still haven’t received my renewed drivers license. Very upsetting, but I started wondering if the DMV has my parking address wrong then maybe…..so does… DPT, and sure enough $420 worth of tickets are on my account marked as unpaid, but GOOD THING I CHECKED. I also got into a car accident on Sunday, and my insurance company has to be all involved, even though, it’s a little fender bender. I, also, still have to pay for the crown that I just finished. So, I’m 26 years old and I am in financial ruin.

Yet it could be worse, and in this hellish week for me, I was reminded that real tragedy exists. My financial problems can happily sit for years, but all will still be well. I will be able to pick up the phone and hear the voices of my beloved family. I will still get to walk onto the stage and sing my heart out tomorrow night. The time I have to live this life is so short, and it always seems to take so much energy to REMEMBER. People always say it. People always say it. People always say it, but I still find myself rediscovering the validity of these potent words.

Squeaks is doing so well..

Yes, I checked to see if she was breathing, and she still likes people thank God.

Another year...

Having spent 6 days with the little man, I can only imagine what the last 25 years have been like for you.

Mothers are special, and often go unnoticed. Their stamina to get through the day is remarkable after their sleepless night. Changing the poopie diaper also deserves an honorable mention. ick. ( I still haven't brought myself to do that.)

Lucky for me, I have one of the greatest mothers of all, and I've seen her pull through some of the hardest struggles a person can face recently. I admire her strength, and yearn for her beauty and elegance. I am so blessed to have such a loving, caring, outgoing, thoughtful and full of life person for my mom.

I loved you yesterday, and I'll love you tomorrow. But today, I celebrate your existence and continue to love you.

Happy Birthday Mom.

It's back to work...

But not for me!!!! I'm here with my awesome family. Wanna see?







Ooo, and for SOME reason I am addicted to a baby. This one:


He is seriously the sweetest thing I have ever seen, held, hugged, kissed, chased AND even cleaned. I love love love him. :) Other than the growing list of "things" that I neglected to do this week including: designing and coding my portfolio, working on my monologue and finishing up the two coding projects I have taken on, I have been lounging on the couch eating sees candy praying that my mouth chewing will help exercise my body enough to loose weight. ha! If only!

Happy working.

I Made It to Florida in One Piece

Remember the days when you could sit at the gate with your loved one until their flight took off? There you could tearfully watch their plane depart, and linger at the door gate for seconds more after their departure. Oh, and remember when picking people up from the airport included a joyful hello right at the moment you stepped off that forsaken plane? I think I miss that the most because only everyone in the world knows just how awful it is to sit on a plane -even for 45 min.

Being able to walk into the gate area with all your cloths on is a close second though. I guess my suspect sweatshirt must be screened because someone has found a way to sew some of something dangerous into the thread of my clothing, and only unsuspecting ME would be wearing that sweatshirt. I'm looking forward to the day where we all have to wear airport onesies, and instead of 3-1-1 (liquid rules) signs splashed all over the place, we'll see: arrive one hour early to change into your airplane onesies.

After I managed to make it through the hose down of the security checkpoint and put all my cloths back on, I made it to the gate to sit and wait for an hour. In my favor, I sat in a window next to two normal sized people, but I did struggle with my usual pass out. I usually can instantaneously fall asleep on a plane, but this time, my knee started aching and I could not get comfortable. Is this a sign of my age? I did manage to fall asleep, but my eyes STRUGGLED to open when the landing annoucement came on at approxiametly 7:10am EST.

WHA? I am NOT supposed to be awake this early. I forced my eyes to remain open eventhough the eye glue begged me to keep them shut. I got off the plane, and found my gate for the next plane and I managed to find the only drunk person in the entire city sitting right next to me.

I know! Who gets drunk at 8am in the morning? I mean REALLY??!?! As he began to run his mouth about all the famous people he knows, what it's like to travel all the time, leaving his wife for his new stewartest girlfriend whom he like to marry, the age of his military song that I would be PERFECT for, how he can upgrade me to first class and how he managed to get drunk at 8:00am in the morning, I slowly stared right through him begging BEGGING to board the plane. Lucky me, he's sitting right in front of me.

I managed to shake him when he started chatting up the blonde girl sitting next to him, so, I decided to put on my sweatshirt hood fully convinced that I would now be shielded by the invisibility property the hood provides. I quickly ducked out of the plane and ran towards the baggage claim to be greeted by the comfort of my family.

I'm looking forward to this holiday.

Aw, I'm sad.

My family is leaving today, and I am sad. It never gets any easier being so far away. Don't get my wrong, I am VERY lucky to have TWO families, but it's hard living so far away.

Yes, it's true. I have never LOVED the arguing or wonderful irritations that make families so perfectly dysfunctional. Yet, I miss them terribly, and I wish they lived closer to me. My parents are talking about coming to live in San Francisco, which I think is a FANTASTIC idea. I hope they do.

I know Christmas is just around the corner, and I will get to see them soon enough. However, it's always sad to say good bye.