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Bittersweet Dilemma November 26, 2008

Filed under: family,Vegas — airingdirtylaundry @ 3:41 pm

So remember a week ago, when I was all excited (and slightly stunned) about Vegas?

Well, a lot has happened since, and up until last night we weren’t even sure that we could go.

Mike’s aunt had what was thought to be a minor stroke, but has since escalated into a terminal situation.  Friday afternoon she was taken off of everything except for a morphine drip.  She’s a strong woman–she always has been–and she’s still hanging in there.  But we know it’s just a matter of time . . .whether it’s days, weeks, or hours.

All of this past weekend was spent waiting on the phone to ring.  We had it in our heads that we weren’t going to go to Vegas.  The package that we booked was non-refundable, but we both agreed that losing that money was, of course, the less important issue.  To be honest with you, I thought that she would pass quickly.  I never would have imagined that she could go this long.

Last night was our decision point.  We’re going to go.  We have every contingency in place to get back sooner than we had planned, which was around midnight on Saturday.  Mike’s aunt lives in New Jersey, so even if we can make it back to Pittsburgh, we’ll still have a 6 1/2 hour drive ahead of us. I printed out the details on every flight from Vegas that comes back to Pittsburgh, goes to Philadelphia, or into Newark.  I have details on rental car companies in Newark and Philly, train schedules, bus schedules, and even the phone numbers for cab companies.  There is no way that we’re not going to be there to pay our respects to Aunt Mary.

So as much as I love Las Vegas, I haven’t really had much of a chance to look forward to our trip, and even now, 4 hours before our plane leaves, we’re still nervous about the timing of everything.  It’s very surreal. Even though it’s finally sinking in that we’ll be in Vegas tonight, it’s a very bittersweet feeling.  Whether it happens while we’re gone or after we come back, at some point soon we’ll be saying our final goodbyes to Aunt Mary.

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Spontaneous November 20, 2008

Filed under: travel,Vegas — airingdirtylaundry @ 3:06 pm

Mike and I are going back to Vegas.

NEXT WEDNESDAY.

We booked our trip.

Sixteen HOURS ago.

It hasn’t quite sunk in yet.

 

The book meme–page 56 November 19, 2008

Filed under: books — airingdirtylaundry @ 9:19 am

Nessie tagged me for a book meme!
The rules are :

  • Grab the nearest book.
  • Open it to page 56.
  • Find the fifth sentence.
  • Post the text of the sentence in your blog along with these instructions.
  • Don’t dig for your favorite book, the cool book, or the intellectual one: pick the CLOSEST

My book is Web of Dreams by V.C. Andrews, and hot damn, I just blew right past page 56 while I was on the elliptical this morning!

“When she finally stepped out of her suite to attend the ball, I thought she looked stunning.”

As a standalone sentence . . .bor-ing.  I’m currently re-reading all of the V.C. Andrews books (since I read them WAY before I was mature enough to handle them!), and I have a general idea of what happens in the rest of this book.  And since this is the fifth book in the Casteel series but was written as a prequel, I know of the wicked goings-on that happen with Jillian (the “she” referenced in the sentence) and just how important her beauty is to her.

So now I’m passing this on to three fellow bloggers:

TheAngelForever

Keeping the Dream Alive

Mrs. Sour Britches

Jump in if you want to, and make sure to comment or link back to let me know you’re playing!

 

100 books in 2009 November 18, 2008

Filed under: books — airingdirtylaundry @ 11:53 am

I’m doing this challenge–read 100 books in 2009.  I’ll be updating my list HERE.   Want to do it too?  Go sign up and let me know you’re in!

I read a lot, although 2008 is the first year that I’ve kept track of just how much (thanks, goodreads!).  I should end up at about 150 books this year, although it irks me to read back over the list and see that there were only a few that I really loved, there were a lot that were entertaining, but there were some that were just a big time-suck.  So in 2009, I’m going more for QUALITY instead of just sheer QUANTITY.  I have to learn to put down a book I’m not interested in, to just walk away. 

Come join in on the fun with me!

 

Mike, you’ll be glad to know I saved $3.99 by NOT buying you an anniversary card November 13, 2008

Filed under: special occasions — airingdirtylaundry @ 5:30 am

Nine years ago today, I walked down the long long aisle of Heinz Chapel to you.  I smiled at some point, or at least I thought I did, but in all of the pictures I have that scared “deer caught in headlights” look. 

 

Like a lot of brides, I was nervous.  But my nerves were from being the center of attention, having hundreds of eyes all trained on me at one time.  The idea of getting married to you didn’t phase me at all.  But the process? I could have just skipped right on past that “walk down the aisle” part.  And of course our church had a loooooonnng aisle.

 

I remember that day like it was yesterday, yet it was almost a decade ago.  Was it a special day? OF COURSE.  But in some ways it was just a formality.  We had times together before that day that are special (although I could only come up with these pictures without tearing the whole house apart),

 

and we’ve made our memories together since. 

 

That day made it official.  Permanent.  But I like to think that I could show my commitment to you in a more meaningful way than throwing a big party (although we throw some ROCKIN’ parties!)

 

and buying a dress that I would wear for just hours.  You knew of that commitment well before that day, well before that day was even a thought in either of our heads.  And as time marches on, I promise to show you that commitment continually. 

A few weeks ago, when I made the comment to my sisters-in-law that you weren’t romantic, you took it as an insult.  I meant it as a compliment.  I don’t need the traditional perception of “romance.”  I don’t need poetry or flowers or fancy dinners or expensive chocolates (cheap chocolate is fine!).  I don’t need all of the “stuff”; I just need you.  I need you to be there when I wake up in the morning.  I need you to be the last thing I see when I close my eyes at night.  I need you to be able to know how I feel just by reading my expression.  You know when I need a hug, sometimes when even I don’t know that I need it.  That’s all the romance I need.

You call me your bride.  Even though it’s been nine years since we walked back down that aisle together.

 

And sometimes I do really feel as if we’re newlyweds, as if we’re just starting out.  Because I know that there’s so much more for us to experience.  There will be all kinds of good times, which I look forward to.  And there will be bad times along the way, I’m sure, as there always are.  But I don’t have that anxious fear of the bad that I would have if I were on my own.  Because I have you.  And the two of us together can get through anything–I think we’ve proved that over and over throughout the years.

So, on this day of our anniversary, I can’t help but to think that it’s really just like any other day.  And that’s a good thing.  A very good thing.

 

This is why . . . November 12, 2008

Filed under: da burgh — airingdirtylaundry @ 10:43 am

I love Pittsburgh.

PittGirl rocks!  My words can’t do this city justice.  Thankfully, hers can!

 

Weekend in review November 11, 2008

Filed under: family,friends,travel — airingdirtylaundry @ 8:22 pm

Friday night we drove to The Sticks to have a quick visit with my family en route to Harrisburg to see a friend.  At 9:30 that night we pulled into the driveway of the new place that my brother and his girlfriend and her little boy just moved into a month or so ago.  My Dad and his girlfriend were there, too, so it was nice to be able to visit with all of them in one fell swoop.  Alas, I took no pictures.  Oh well.

We only got to spend about an hour with them before going to my grandparent’s house to spend the night.  It was already 10:30 and although they typically stay up until 11:00 or so, I didn’t want to force them to stay up to wait for us.  Grandma can’t have company walk in the door without feeding them, so Mike and I had homemade chicken soup and chicken salad sandwiches for “dinner”.  I’m not sure if it was that we ate so late that kept me awake most of the night, or if it was Mike’s snoring, or the fear of rolling over and making the ancient bed squeak.  Maybe “all of the above” on that one.

We had a huge breakfast the next morning and spend time just talking and looking at old pictures.  I always feel like my trips home are rushed because of attempting to see everyone in such a short amount of time, so it was nice to have a relaxing morning with nowhere to go.

Mike and I left their house early Saturday afternoon to go to Harrisburg to see my friend Amy.  I’ve known Amy since third grade and she’s truly one of my best friends.  She and her husband moved to Harrisburg a little over a year ago, and this is the first time Mike and I made it out there to visit.  Plus, Amy had a baby this summer, an adorable little girl named Phoebe who we finally got to meet.  Amy is what I call a “natural-born mother”–she’s always been a nurturer, a “mother hen”.  Especially when I’d visit her in college and we’d go to some kickin’ parties and she would end up holding my hair back as I threw up after drinking too much (good times, those).  And it’s not like it happened just once.  Now THAT’S a true friend.  But despite always knowing that she’d make a good mother, and despite her parents running an after-school daycare while we were growing up, and despite seeing her work at other daycares over the years and eventually becoming a teacher, it blew my mind to see her with her own child.  Even though she’s always been surrounded by children, it was such a different experience to see her with HERS!  She and her husband are such good parents.  I have a feeling that it won’t be too long before I hear from her that baby #2 is in the works.

Feast your eyes on this precious little girl:

We took a tour of a local brewery that afternoon, which was mind-boggling (and got Mike interested in brewing his own beer again. Blech.) .  I was so interested in the tour part that I almost forgot that we could buy samplers of the different beers afterwards.  Almost.  I highly recommend the Dreamweaver Wheat, by the way, although if you don’t live in PA or a nearby state, don’t bother to look for it

Phoebe had a great time, even though this was her second trip to Troeg’s.

 

Beer-tasting is exhausting work, so we went out to dinner and chowed down on wings and cheeseburgers while Phoebe conked out in her carrier.  i was too busy stuffing my face to take any pictures.

We had a great time that night talking and catching up in what’s been going on in everyone’s lives,discussing politics, and being silly.

Sunday morning Jeff and Amy made bacon and pancakes (from scratch–no Bisquick for them). I was sad to have to leave them to head back to Pittsburgh, but Jeff had some studying to do (for his very last Master’s class!) and we needed to get back to watch the Steeler game.

Sometimes I dread going away for the weekend.  After working and running around all week, sometimes the last thing I want to go is spend a large portion of my time off in the car and/or away from home. But I looked forward to this particular trip for weeks and it seems like it just flew by too quickly.  I’m already looking forward to my next visit with them!