I was headed out to a lunch meeting today for some volunteer work that I do when I got the call. The call that I've been dreading for a while now. The call letting me know that someone I care about very much had taken that final turn for the worse and that I needed to make it to the hospital sooner rather than later to say my good-byes before the life support was turned off.
So I went. I was able to turn the lunch meeting into a coffee meeting. I was able to hurry back to the office to coordinate coverage for my work this afternoon. I was able to make it to the hospital with time to say goodbye to someone I've cared about for so many years. I was able to support my dear friend (the daughter of the patient in the ICU who was about to lose his long battle) whose father was, in many ways, like a second father to me.
It was a bit of a hurry up and wait. We hurried to come together...his wife, children, and two of us who have known the family for so long that we're like "bonus kids" and then we waited. We hurried to get through prayers with a leader from the church and then we waited. We waited and waited as the various steps to increase the pain medication were gone through that ultimately resulted with the turning off the life support. And then we waited some more. For you see, the man in the bed in the ICU knew he was surrounded by loved ones who so very much cared about him and he wasn't quite ready to go yet.
And then, with a final breath, with all of us surrounding him, he passed away. His daughter, my dear friend, quietly cried and leaned onto me for support. The other "bonus child" in the room leaned on my other side for support. And we all cried. We all stood at a loss for this man who we had loved so much and who had, in his own way, loved us in return.
Certainly we know that he's in a better place and out of pain. Of course we know that, at some level, he knew that, in those final moments he was surrounded by those who love him so dearly.
But it still hurts. It hurts to know that his strong determination and (let's be honest) stubbornness won't be there the next time we get together. It hurts to know that someone we care about so much is gone.
Tuesday, June 12, 2012
Saturday, June 9, 2012
Meeting Pilot Boy
After nearly two years of talking via phone, Skype, text, and FaceTime on our phones, "Pilot Boy" and I finally met last night.
He flew in yesterday evening with a fly out scheduled for this morning. I had afternoon / dinner plans with a friend yesterday so we met up after I was done with my dinner plans giving him time to get settled into his hotel room and changed out of his work uniform.
"Pilot Boy" and I talked, hung out, and had a good-night kiss. It was a normal, well-adjusted first meeting / first date. He was more of a gentleman than I was prepared to give him credit for which impressed me. Of course the fact that he was dog tired and we ended up cutting the date shorter than I would have otherwise wanted is a minor detail however beggars can't be choosers...a first date / meeting is still a first date / meeting. Especially considering what it's taken for us to get to this point of actually meeting in person.
As he was scheduled to fly from Chicago to St. Thomas for work this morning with an immediate return flight back to Chicago this afternoon and an overnight layover, we had tentative plans to meet again this evening for dinner and to hang out. Yes, plans to meet twice in one weekend which had me surprised and impressed. Excited even at the prospect of a second date.
But of course "Pilot Boy" pulled his usual routine of having "something suddenly come up". This time he had an "upset stomach all day" leaving him in a position where all he wanted to do was check into the hotel and relax this evening without seeing me tonight. Certainly I understand and respect not feeling good, especially when you're away from home, where all you want to do is curl up alone and get better. On the flip side, I'm frustrated that he just keeps giving me what, on the one hand, could be genuine glitches to our plans or, on the other hand, could just as equally be a dose of BS crap to get out of seeing me.
I suppose only time tell with where this may lead if it in fact has any potential to lead anywhere past where we're at now. My only hope is that he can "man up" and be honest with what he does or doesn't want in regards to me. While I have a lot to offer, I get that I'm not the ideal woman for every guy and I'm okay with that. But if I didn't meet his expectations after we meet in person, I just wish that he'd be honest instead of feeding me a line before heading out of town. Is that too much to ask?
He flew in yesterday evening with a fly out scheduled for this morning. I had afternoon / dinner plans with a friend yesterday so we met up after I was done with my dinner plans giving him time to get settled into his hotel room and changed out of his work uniform.
"Pilot Boy" and I talked, hung out, and had a good-night kiss. It was a normal, well-adjusted first meeting / first date. He was more of a gentleman than I was prepared to give him credit for which impressed me. Of course the fact that he was dog tired and we ended up cutting the date shorter than I would have otherwise wanted is a minor detail however beggars can't be choosers...a first date / meeting is still a first date / meeting. Especially considering what it's taken for us to get to this point of actually meeting in person.
As he was scheduled to fly from Chicago to St. Thomas for work this morning with an immediate return flight back to Chicago this afternoon and an overnight layover, we had tentative plans to meet again this evening for dinner and to hang out. Yes, plans to meet twice in one weekend which had me surprised and impressed. Excited even at the prospect of a second date.
But of course "Pilot Boy" pulled his usual routine of having "something suddenly come up". This time he had an "upset stomach all day" leaving him in a position where all he wanted to do was check into the hotel and relax this evening without seeing me tonight. Certainly I understand and respect not feeling good, especially when you're away from home, where all you want to do is curl up alone and get better. On the flip side, I'm frustrated that he just keeps giving me what, on the one hand, could be genuine glitches to our plans or, on the other hand, could just as equally be a dose of BS crap to get out of seeing me.
I suppose only time tell with where this may lead if it in fact has any potential to lead anywhere past where we're at now. My only hope is that he can "man up" and be honest with what he does or doesn't want in regards to me. While I have a lot to offer, I get that I'm not the ideal woman for every guy and I'm okay with that. But if I didn't meet his expectations after we meet in person, I just wish that he'd be honest instead of feeding me a line before heading out of town. Is that too much to ask?
Thursday, May 17, 2012
Direction-less
A friend of mine recently posted this on Facebook and it made me chuckle....
I believe there is a person out there for every one of us, mine just got lost and does not want to ask for directions.
Sunday, May 13, 2012
Childless Mother's Day
Mother's Day....the one Sunday a year set aside for mothers in our lives. Whether they're our moms, grandmothers, step-mothers, or "mom figures" we set aside this day to celebrate them. While my own mother and I don't have a close relationship I support this holiday and celebrate her and all of those amazing women in my life who have acted as mother figures filling the gap between me and my own mom.
That being said, as a 35 year old woman who hasn't been fortunate enough yet to get married or have children (and who very much wants to be married and is starting to seriously question possibly wanting children) today is a tough day for me. (Is this that mysterious biological clock I've heard about?!?!)
In the days leading up to today, many well intentioned people have wished me a happy mother's day. From the checker at the grocery store to the woman at the front desk at my doctor's office, people look at women of a certain age and assume that we're mothers. And they, for all the right reasons and with nothing but the best of intentions, wish us a happy mother's day despite the fact that I, and many people like me, don't have children. Some are childless by choice and some not as much by choice but instead by circumstance.
On the outside I smile and say thank you. I recognize the well intent being offered and take it as such. But on the inside, I cringe and fight back a well of emotion. I struggle to not let my disappointment at being single, never married and childless at my age not get to me. I force myself to remember that being single and childless has it's advantages too. But it's a tough, emotional struggle.
I'm very lucky to have many children in my life from my niece and nephew to my best friend's three children who call me aunt to my godson and his sister. All of these children are a blessing to my life but they're not "my children". And that leaves me sad and feeling alone on a day like today that celebrates motherhood.
During church this morning my pastor seemed to "get it". His sermon did focus on this being mother's day but, at the end of the service, he asked all of the women in the congregation to stand up. At that time, he recognized all of us for whatever role we fulfill in the lives of the children around us. We may "just" be the aunt, teacher, godmother, or friend, but we all serve some type of "mom role" at some point and in some way.
That being said, as a 35 year old woman who hasn't been fortunate enough yet to get married or have children (and who very much wants to be married and is starting to seriously question possibly wanting children) today is a tough day for me. (Is this that mysterious biological clock I've heard about?!?!)
In the days leading up to today, many well intentioned people have wished me a happy mother's day. From the checker at the grocery store to the woman at the front desk at my doctor's office, people look at women of a certain age and assume that we're mothers. And they, for all the right reasons and with nothing but the best of intentions, wish us a happy mother's day despite the fact that I, and many people like me, don't have children. Some are childless by choice and some not as much by choice but instead by circumstance.
On the outside I smile and say thank you. I recognize the well intent being offered and take it as such. But on the inside, I cringe and fight back a well of emotion. I struggle to not let my disappointment at being single, never married and childless at my age not get to me. I force myself to remember that being single and childless has it's advantages too. But it's a tough, emotional struggle.
I'm very lucky to have many children in my life from my niece and nephew to my best friend's three children who call me aunt to my godson and his sister. All of these children are a blessing to my life but they're not "my children". And that leaves me sad and feeling alone on a day like today that celebrates motherhood.
During church this morning my pastor seemed to "get it". His sermon did focus on this being mother's day but, at the end of the service, he asked all of the women in the congregation to stand up. At that time, he recognized all of us for whatever role we fulfill in the lives of the children around us. We may "just" be the aunt, teacher, godmother, or friend, but we all serve some type of "mom role" at some point and in some way.
Monday, May 7, 2012
Time Flies
Growing up my mother always said that the older you get the quicker time goes. As a kid I thought she was crazy but the older I've gotten the quicker time seems to fly by and I'm thinking she may be on to something.
Where has the time gone and how are we really over a third of the way through 2012?!?!?! We're experiencing April showers (a bit late) and will hopefully soon have those May flowers. We're starting to look at Memorial Day which means that summer is just around the corner.
While life has kept me busy and enjoying myself, I'm not quite sure where the time has gone!
Where has the time gone and how are we really over a third of the way through 2012?!?!?! We're experiencing April showers (a bit late) and will hopefully soon have those May flowers. We're starting to look at Memorial Day which means that summer is just around the corner.
While life has kept me busy and enjoying myself, I'm not quite sure where the time has gone!
Sunday, April 15, 2012
Tuesday, April 3, 2012
Sunday, April 1, 2012
My Dating Life Is An Epic Fail
I'm convinced that my dating life is an epic fail. Or at least trying to set up a date with "pilot boy" is an epic fail.
We had plans to meet in person last week. First it was plans for a week ago Saturday during a longer lay-over that he had scheduled at O'Hare. But, as luck would have it, due to flight delays the night before, he and crew were grounded from working the Miami to Chicago flight on Saturday due to having gone over their allowed flight hours in the preceding twenty-four hours. They were then deadheaded to Chicago on a slightly later flight so that they could work the Chicago to New York flight but it was a late enough flight up to Chicago as to eliminate a chance for us to meet.
We then made plans to meet on Wednesday. He was scheduled to be done with his flight schedule either Tuesday night or Wednesday morning which would allow him to fly on a pass to Chicago before heading down to his home in Florida for a few days off. Hello, a man willing to fly from New York to Tampa by way of Chicago for dinner with me...he was prepared to earn major brownie points for that effort. Even if he can fly for free on a pass since he flies with a major airline carrier, Chicago isn't exactly on the way from New York to Tampa. But, of course, Sunday morning his schedule changed and he had to pick up a shift that wouldn't allow him to meet up with me this past Wednesday.
That then lead us to make plans for tomorrow. I happen to be taking a comp day from work tomorrow since I have several comp days to burn and having this previously scheduled day off work would enable me to meet up with him whenever he'd be able to get in town. His work schedule this week is such that he'd be flying in just to spend time with me so there wouldn't be any work related complications / delays.
Which leads us to this afternoon when I sent him the following text to confirm the plans we had for tomorrow: "So, given our track record of things not working out at the last minute, I'm hesitant to ask this but...are we on for actually meeting tomorrow?" And his response..."Oh shit - I totally rearranged things! I meant to text you just lot going on! Plus I have a little cold. :( sorry"
Really?!?! He rearranged things already and was "meaning to text me"?!?!?!
I responded that I had a hunch that something may have come up as that always seems to be the case. He came back that he has a hunch that we'll eventually meet and that it's "inevitable" that we do. Inevitable...really?!?! That's the best you can come up with?!?!
I came back with "The ball is in your court...I am game, we just have to make it happen with the craziness that always seems to pop up in your neck of the woods." Basically trying to say to him that I'm onto his game of always having to cancel for crap reasons and that, while I'm interested, he needs to make some effort. Needless to say I haven't gotten a response back to that text yet!
I mean really, I realize that things come up, sometimes at the last minute, but is it too much for me to ask that he have a bit of respect to proactively be in touch when things change and not wait for me to call him out? Was he going to wait until tomorrow morning to let me know that things had suddenly changed?
It's craziness I tell you!
Sunday, March 25, 2012
Pilot Boy Is Starting to Man Up!
So I've written about a guy that I've referred to as "pilot boy".
This is a guy who has sent up quite a few red flags. A guy who, when we initially met via an on-line website, lead me to believe that he's a pilot when he's in fact a flight attendant. A guy who has, on more than one occasion, made plans to spend time with me in Chicago on one of his lay-overs but then cancelled said plans. A guy who I noticed had a couple pictures on the profile of his Facebook page with a woman he was especially cozied up to who he finally admitted that he had been in a "long term" relationship with but with whom he has recently broken up with. A guy that, in the time we've known each other (i.e. been talking via phone, text, Skype and FaceTime), I should have run far and wide from.
But we actually had a good forty-five minute conversation tonight. He actually manned up and, when I asked a few fairly pointed questions in the interest in knowing the "real him", he answered honestly confirming what I had already surmised / picked up from bits and pieces of various conversations we've had previously that had hinted at some things. I actually feel like I learned a few things about him and that he may be on the way to manning up and sharing his real self! I still have my reservations and don't want to fully trust him but I think he's finally on the right track!
It's craziness I tell you!
This is a guy who has sent up quite a few red flags. A guy who, when we initially met via an on-line website, lead me to believe that he's a pilot when he's in fact a flight attendant. A guy who has, on more than one occasion, made plans to spend time with me in Chicago on one of his lay-overs but then cancelled said plans. A guy who I noticed had a couple pictures on the profile of his Facebook page with a woman he was especially cozied up to who he finally admitted that he had been in a "long term" relationship with but with whom he has recently broken up with. A guy that, in the time we've known each other (i.e. been talking via phone, text, Skype and FaceTime), I should have run far and wide from.
But we actually had a good forty-five minute conversation tonight. He actually manned up and, when I asked a few fairly pointed questions in the interest in knowing the "real him", he answered honestly confirming what I had already surmised / picked up from bits and pieces of various conversations we've had previously that had hinted at some things. I actually feel like I learned a few things about him and that he may be on the way to manning up and sharing his real self! I still have my reservations and don't want to fully trust him but I think he's finally on the right track!
It's craziness I tell you!
Tuesday, March 20, 2012
Taking a step away
I've volunteered for my sorority as an alumnae in a variety of roles since graduating college. After thirteen years in assorted roles, I've decided to take a step back and "retire" from my current volunteer role on our regional team.
I've loved getting to know the women I've met over the years, the experiences I've had and the skills I've developed. I've enjoyed getting to travel to a number of our chapters as well as to so many regional conferences and international conventions.
But at the same time, I'm ready to take a step back and take more control of my free time. I'm ready to take a step away from the drama that inherently comes from an all-women's organization. I'm ready to be rid of what has become an obligation and not a source of enjoyment.
And, as would be the case, some of that aforementioned drama decided to rear it's head less then twenty-four hours after I tendered my "resignation" from this volunteer role which only confirmed that I had made the right decision to take a step away from the craziness.
I've loved getting to know the women I've met over the years, the experiences I've had and the skills I've developed. I've enjoyed getting to travel to a number of our chapters as well as to so many regional conferences and international conventions.
But at the same time, I'm ready to take a step back and take more control of my free time. I'm ready to take a step away from the drama that inherently comes from an all-women's organization. I'm ready to be rid of what has become an obligation and not a source of enjoyment.
And, as would be the case, some of that aforementioned drama decided to rear it's head less then twenty-four hours after I tendered my "resignation" from this volunteer role which only confirmed that I had made the right decision to take a step away from the craziness.
Sunday, March 18, 2012
Virtual Insanity
Facebook, Twitter, email, blogs, assorted website, and the list goes on and on......
Technology is a great thing. Technology enables us to do so much more in a significantly easier manner. Yet there are times when I long to return to the "good old days" where we weren't so dependent on technology. I'm only in my mid-thirties yet the typing class I took in junior high was on (gasp) what would now be called an "old fashioned typewriter"!
How often do we hear "Did you get my text / email / tweet / Facebook post / etc?" How often are we reliant on these forms of communication to learn what's going on in the lives of those around us instead of picking up the phone to speak with them voice-to-voice or, even better, making plans to see them face-to-face?
As my life has gotten busier and my free time has gotten harder to come by I'm starting to debate how much time I want to spend (aka waste) on technology. It's amazing how much time I can waste on Facebook and the internet in general. Time that I could spend reading a book, practicing my violin, or relaxing.
At what point does it become a bit of virtual insanity instead of a tool to enhance our environment?
Technology is a great thing. Technology enables us to do so much more in a significantly easier manner. Yet there are times when I long to return to the "good old days" where we weren't so dependent on technology. I'm only in my mid-thirties yet the typing class I took in junior high was on (gasp) what would now be called an "old fashioned typewriter"!
How often do we hear "Did you get my text / email / tweet / Facebook post / etc?" How often are we reliant on these forms of communication to learn what's going on in the lives of those around us instead of picking up the phone to speak with them voice-to-voice or, even better, making plans to see them face-to-face?
As my life has gotten busier and my free time has gotten harder to come by I'm starting to debate how much time I want to spend (aka waste) on technology. It's amazing how much time I can waste on Facebook and the internet in general. Time that I could spend reading a book, practicing my violin, or relaxing.
At what point does it become a bit of virtual insanity instead of a tool to enhance our environment?
Thursday, March 1, 2012
Happy Exhaustion
I am fortunate to be in a job that I actually like. A job that not only pays my bills but one that I look forward to going into every day. One that I actually WANT to go in early to and / or stay late at because I enjoy what I do every day.
But today was one of those one-off exhausting days. In addition to our annual audit, we have a major event coming up next week that has everyone beyond their normal busy. In addition to my normal workload that keeps me on my toes from moment to moment it seems like I've had quite a bit coming my way from a variety of directions. And while I love the variety and that people come to me to get things done, it ended up being ten minutes shy of an eleven hour day at the office today. And that doesn't include my drive to and from the office.
Needless to say I've hit the point of happy exhaustion. The point of being barely awake and ready to be done for the day which says a lot considering I'm a night owl and it's only 9:45 pm. Despite such a long day, I still love what I do and am looking forward to going back in the morning. It's such a great feeling to be in such a good position!
But today was one of those one-off exhausting days. In addition to our annual audit, we have a major event coming up next week that has everyone beyond their normal busy. In addition to my normal workload that keeps me on my toes from moment to moment it seems like I've had quite a bit coming my way from a variety of directions. And while I love the variety and that people come to me to get things done, it ended up being ten minutes shy of an eleven hour day at the office today. And that doesn't include my drive to and from the office.
Needless to say I've hit the point of happy exhaustion. The point of being barely awake and ready to be done for the day which says a lot considering I'm a night owl and it's only 9:45 pm. Despite such a long day, I still love what I do and am looking forward to going back in the morning. It's such a great feeling to be in such a good position!
Saturday, February 25, 2012
Baby Showers....
... (and wedding showers for that matter) are the bane of my existence.
While I understand that the original intent of baby showers was for women to share wisdom and lessons on the art of becoming a mother, they seem to have turned into a dressed up gift grab. Let's be honest, a large bulk of the time at these event is spent "oohing and ahhhing" as the mother-to-be opens the gifts that attendees are basically required to bring because let's be honest, you can't show up to a shower empty-handed.
And many times, non-mothers are invited who are expected to bring a gift yet have no practical parenting experience or wisdom to share. Don't get me wrong, there are some cute outfits out there but realistically, I can only ooh and ahh over so many onesies.
Tomorrow morning will see me at a baby shower in honor of my cousin. While I'm certainly happy for her as she prepares to welcome her first child, I'm dreading having to spend a Sunday morning / early afternoon faking enthusiasm at this baby shower.
I was planning to politely decline so I could spend my precious weekend time doing something I actually want to do but before I could get my RSVP to my cousin's sister-in-law whose hosting this event, my aunt (my cousin's mother) cornered me at a family birthday dinner to confirm that I'm coming. And how do I politely tell my aunt that I couldn't care less what toys and onesies her daughter gets? So of course I'm now stuck having to waste my little free time bored out of my mind.
Here's hoping they have mimosas at this shower so I can at least take the edge off!
Wednesday, February 1, 2012
Tuesday, January 17, 2012
A Work Crush
The museum I work at was open yesterday for Martin Luther King, Jr Day however the staff offices were closed in honor of the holiday. When the offices are closed, we have one or two staff members work as the "Manager On Duty" and yesterday I had volunteered to be that person. It was a great day to get caught up on a lot of those little things that normally get pushed to the back burner as well as to connect with museum volunteers and the security department without the usual interruptions that pop up during a normal day.
At the end of the day I was chatting with one of the security officers who looped me in that another member of the security team is interested in me. As in, seriously interested in me. As in, has commented about said interest to his fellow members of the security team. Yet out of respect for this co-worker of ours, the security officer I was talking to didn't mention which security officer exactly this is.
The museum I work at, like many museums, has security cameras all over the building that the security team monitors throughout the day. Said security officer with an interest in me has noticed where I'm at throughout the day. Apparently once, a time that I don't even remember, I had a blonde moment and tripped a bit over my own two feet. I was totally fine yet this security officer was ready to jump up to come help me.
I am flattered. I am intrigued. I want to know who he is. Yet I'm also nervous. Who is he? Is he someone I'm interested in? I'll admit to having an interest in one guy in particular but I'm not confident enough that he's the one with an interest in me.
What if he's not someone I'm interested in? What if we go out a few times and it doesn't work out? What if everyone in the office knows about it and it becomes a big topic of discussion among the rest of the staff?
There's so much potential but also so many what-ifs!
At the end of the day I was chatting with one of the security officers who looped me in that another member of the security team is interested in me. As in, seriously interested in me. As in, has commented about said interest to his fellow members of the security team. Yet out of respect for this co-worker of ours, the security officer I was talking to didn't mention which security officer exactly this is.
The museum I work at, like many museums, has security cameras all over the building that the security team monitors throughout the day. Said security officer with an interest in me has noticed where I'm at throughout the day. Apparently once, a time that I don't even remember, I had a blonde moment and tripped a bit over my own two feet. I was totally fine yet this security officer was ready to jump up to come help me.
I am flattered. I am intrigued. I want to know who he is. Yet I'm also nervous. Who is he? Is he someone I'm interested in? I'll admit to having an interest in one guy in particular but I'm not confident enough that he's the one with an interest in me.
What if he's not someone I'm interested in? What if we go out a few times and it doesn't work out? What if everyone in the office knows about it and it becomes a big topic of discussion among the rest of the staff?
There's so much potential but also so many what-ifs!
Tuesday, January 10, 2012
Whose Birthday Is It?
To me any birthday is worth celebrating as I'm proud of every one of my years but those birthdays ending in a five or a zero make for a "big birthday" worth celebrating even more so in my mind. I don't know why I especially like those years ending in zeros and fives but I do.
It's a milestone birthday ending in a five for me this week....thirty-five to be exact. And I've decided to do my birthday in style this year by going out to a nicer dinner with about fifteen friends at a local winery / restaurant.
I prefer to celebrate my birthday with a smaller group of people as to me it's more important to spend quality time talking with each person in a small group than only a little bit of time with each person within a large group of people. It's all about quality over quantity to me. I get more enjoyment personally interacting with a small group who have come out to celebrate with me than if I'm among a large group where I feel like I barely got to say more than hello and good-bye to everyone who made the effort to attend a birthday dinner in my honor.
And that is where there seems to be a disconnect. One of my friends called me out tonight because I didn't invite everyone I've ever met (and what she really meant was everyone SHE'S ever met) to attend MY birthday dinner. She mentioned several people by name who she felt I should have invited. I then had to explain that, while I think the world of everyone in our group, I had to have a cut-off somewhere. I had to explain that there comes a point where if you invite person A you then have to invite person B which leads to person C and, since I barely know person C, I can't say that I really feel the need to have that person at my birthday dinner!
I don't mean for there to be any hard feelings among those who didn't get invited, but if we're celebrating my birthday and I'm the one doing all the planning, shouldn't I have a bit of a say in who gets invited? And really, I haven't said anything to those who weren't invited from my end, so how exactly do they even know that they're not invited? I mean really, come on, whose birthday is it?!?!
It's a milestone birthday ending in a five for me this week....thirty-five to be exact. And I've decided to do my birthday in style this year by going out to a nicer dinner with about fifteen friends at a local winery / restaurant.
I prefer to celebrate my birthday with a smaller group of people as to me it's more important to spend quality time talking with each person in a small group than only a little bit of time with each person within a large group of people. It's all about quality over quantity to me. I get more enjoyment personally interacting with a small group who have come out to celebrate with me than if I'm among a large group where I feel like I barely got to say more than hello and good-bye to everyone who made the effort to attend a birthday dinner in my honor.
And that is where there seems to be a disconnect. One of my friends called me out tonight because I didn't invite everyone I've ever met (and what she really meant was everyone SHE'S ever met) to attend MY birthday dinner. She mentioned several people by name who she felt I should have invited. I then had to explain that, while I think the world of everyone in our group, I had to have a cut-off somewhere. I had to explain that there comes a point where if you invite person A you then have to invite person B which leads to person C and, since I barely know person C, I can't say that I really feel the need to have that person at my birthday dinner!
I don't mean for there to be any hard feelings among those who didn't get invited, but if we're celebrating my birthday and I'm the one doing all the planning, shouldn't I have a bit of a say in who gets invited? And really, I haven't said anything to those who weren't invited from my end, so how exactly do they even know that they're not invited? I mean really, come on, whose birthday is it?!?!
Sunday, January 1, 2012
A New Year's To Remember
Is it really 2012? Is today really at New Years Day?
I enjoyed dinner with friends last night and we did stay out until just past midnight when we toasted in the new year. But today was spent at Children's Memorial Hospital with my four year old niece. She's been battling pneumonia for almost two weeks and has been in the hospital since last Monday. This past Thursday we transferred her from the hospital near her home to Children's to get advanced care.
The staff at Children's have been great. The nurse today (who she's seen before during this visit) has been especially amazing...totally proves how the right person in the right role can make a world of difference. That being said it wasn't quite how I thought I'd spend my new year's day. And I'm sure it wasn't how my brother and sister-in-law planned to spend their Christmas and New Years.
Here's hoping that 2012 can only get better from here on out (and the sooner the better for Caroline's sake)!
I enjoyed dinner with friends last night and we did stay out until just past midnight when we toasted in the new year. But today was spent at Children's Memorial Hospital with my four year old niece. She's been battling pneumonia for almost two weeks and has been in the hospital since last Monday. This past Thursday we transferred her from the hospital near her home to Children's to get advanced care.
The staff at Children's have been great. The nurse today (who she's seen before during this visit) has been especially amazing...totally proves how the right person in the right role can make a world of difference. That being said it wasn't quite how I thought I'd spend my new year's day. And I'm sure it wasn't how my brother and sister-in-law planned to spend their Christmas and New Years.
Here's hoping that 2012 can only get better from here on out (and the sooner the better for Caroline's sake)!
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