Wednesday, May 10, 2006

I WANT MY MOMMY

What is wrong with me? I'm 23 years old and still cry like a damn baby every time I put my mom back on a plane to paradise. Every time. And do you want to talk about being over sensitive? Go ahead, say something a little mean or a little sad to me today. Go ahead, I DARE you. Just try it. I'm going on 4 hours of sleep and had to wrench my body off of my mother at 5 a.m so she could catch a plane.

We had a great time while she was here. I don't know if I have ever been so shopped out in my life. I think this was one of the best visits because I got all of the attention- no demanding little brother or husband to compete with. It was great to finally get some much needed girl time.

My graduation was wonderful, the party was wonderful, and I thank everyone that came and supported me. School is not an easy task no matter how you look at it. The support and understanding of why I would bite your head off because you didn't hear what I said and forced me to repeat myself from my friends and family is what got me through a year and a half of constant go. I appreciate your love more than I can express. So, now.....when's happy hour?

If I haven't gushed to everyone enough yet, Nick will be finished with his psych degree at SLU the end of this summer!!!!!!! AND! He has been promoted at work to a supervisor full time! This means that very soon, very very soon, we might just have a normal life. After the trials of the last four years, I'm not sure we know what "normal" is anymore. You mean people actually go home from work at a decent hour, have a drink or five with dinner, enjoy each other's company, and then go to bed instead of pulling an all nighter? That is just ABSURD. And what is a weekend? I hear it's full of free time and out door fun? Can someone please confirm that for me?