Can't Hurry Love

Yesterday was the first day of fall. It doesn't really count though because I was at work having one hell of a day. So today, I'm embracing the second day of fall. And by embracing I mean cozing up in my long sleeved sweater, sleeping in until 10 and rummaging through my cabinet for my favorite fall treats.

Homemade Chai Tea, NOT the same as Starbucks. 

I'll be making this later....

In between walking the doggies and napping I caught "Runaway Bride" on TV, twice. My question is, how did this woman find five men to marry her? I'm struggling to find one! I guess that's why it's a movie. At the end of the movie the Dixie Chicks sang their cover of "You Can't Hurry Love." It's like they are mocking me through the TV screen. Maybe I'm just bitter and jaded. It's true I suppose, as much as I would like to hurry love. My mama never told me though. In fact, these days it seems like I'm the one telling her.

"You can't hurry love, no you'll just have to wait.

You gotta trust in time, no matter how long it takes."

While I'm waiting, and boy am I waiting, I'll be basking in the gloriousness of this fall day. Maybe I'll take a swing on my new charming tree swing. Thanks Dad.

"Mommy, Why Do You Make Me Cry So?"

Have you ever had kind of a crap day, maybe you got into an argument with someone or had a hard day at work or watched your dog attack a helpless animal....oh wait, maybe that's just me. Anyways, you had a bad day and what do you want to do? In addition to put on sweatpants and eat "Cherry Garcia," call your MOTHER! I like to channel my inner three-year-old and run to my mommy when I'm feeling sad.

She picks up the phone and BAM! Cue the waterworks. It never fails, if I'm feeling even the slightest bit sad, I instantly start sobbing uncontrollably as soon as I hear her voice. What is it about our mothers that makes our body feel like it's okay to immediately turn into a blubbering fool? I feel bad for her really, I think she is starting to take it personally. On top of that she has to try and decipher what it is I'm trying to say in between my sobs and gasps for air.

I suppose it's a comfort level. You just can't hide crap from your mommy. That's why I know I can NEVER call her in public places for fear that I won't be able to hold it together. Must wait till I'm in the comfort of my pillow with my puppies surrounding me in comfort.

So thanks mom for letting me cry on your cell phone, I'm sorry, I don't know what it is about you that brings out my tears but thanks for understanding.

10 Years Later

Nothing like the 10th anniversary of a major historical event to remind you how fast time goes.

10 years ago yesterday I was walking the halls of Hinsdale Central High School between Algebra and something else I can't remember, getting word that something bigger than all of us was happening outside our walls. Not until 4th period, Freshman English, did we get to watch the television and see exactly what was going on. I don't remember images from the TV as much as that dark classroom, and tears in my teacher's eyes.

During lunch I remember trying to use the pay phone (wow now I do feel old) to get in touch with my Dad. I knew he was to be at the World Trade Center that week for meetings. Just the week before he had shown me his special World Trade Center Visitors badge, I cursed myself then for not paying close enough attention to exactly when he was going....

Of course the phone towers were down, I don't remember if I actually talked to him or not, I must have, I don't remember feeling panicked the rest of the day.

On a side note, do you ever feel like you're developing signs of early onset Alzheimer's? Not because I can't remember all the details of something that happened 10 years ago but because I can't remember the blood pressure I took on my patient at work ten seconds ago....anyways

Speaking of work, the reason I am writing this post a day late is because I was at work yesterday, praying that no babies would be born. Not because we don't need babies in our unit, we do, but because I didn't want anyone to have the birthday of the 10th anniversary of the day the world changed forever. Alas, we are on God's time table, not ours.

Anyways, flooded with images from 9-11 last night, everything feels a little surreal. Did ten years really go by that fast? Did that really happen? Life feels like a bubble. I can't really explain why, it just does.

There is a Chill in the Air

All I can say is, "It's about time!"

I've been waiting for this moment for months, sweating through horrible days with 98% humidity (and no rain) and 100+ temperatures.

Don't fret black labbies, fall is here. Well not officially, but as long as mother nature thinks so I'm cool with it. We took an extra long walk today in all of this morning's gloriousness. Windows open, air off equals money in my bank account. Oh wait, Scout has another skin infection...okay no money in my bank account but fresh air in my house.

It's like a whole new wave of energy has washed over me, I did sit ups this morning. Pause for reaction.

Fall is nostalgic. Thinking back to first days of school (back when I liked school, aka middle school) fresh crayons, football games, dances, Grey's Anatomy marathons and Glee! Looking forward to the restart of some of my favorite shows btw.

Pumpkins, leaves and birthdays. This is MY season. I'm going to rock it this year.