Whirlwinds follow me like that damn puppy and the little girl in the sun screen ads, Coppertone I think. Good news is my butt isn’t exposed nearly as much. Still in the midst of my six days straight at work, I realized I have way too much to do this week. You see we’re moving. On Saturday! Yeah, boxes again; lifting and reorganizing all in my immediate future. I’d be so much more annoyed but I love Kelly. No truly, love her! I’ve always had sisters, so that’s not new, but to have someone basically my own age again…it’s like the Darcy years sometimes. It warms the cockles. Plus Vicatator is so far away. :) Anyway, the point is I think this whole musical chairs thing will work out best for everyone; it’s just the process of it all. No one but masochists like moving. And I’m not one! Thus my to do list terrifies me, and I’m not one to let things pile up, but there it is.
Sean is going in the ER. It’s awesome I think he loves it, and I love that he enjoys what he is doing. It’s not easy to get in over there, and it’s a true testament to his shear awesomeness that he jumped in with both feet and is doing well. So proud of him. Now let’s just keep our fingers crossed that he can get on full time and stop having to split his days at LDS. I mean the kids down there are awesome and better managers I know of none. Still we miss him terribly those days and it’s rough on him. With a little luck, which we’re due….we’ll see.
Then there’s papa. I never hear from my family, save Vicky. In fact, the amount that I’ve seen them this summer is literally 200% more than the last few years. With that said my Dad sent me this cryptic email about a conference call we needed to have. Needless to say that sent me into a tailspin of worry, and then confirmed them. Papa Joe has cancer, I mean it’s all located in his kidney, looks like it isn’t spreading, but surgery is set for the 10th to the remove his kidney. Then the plan is basically to see how it goes. SERIOUSLY, PAPA! It’s no secret to anyone that he and grandma are my role models, deserved or not they’re on a pedestal for me. It literally felt like getting punched in the stomach, and opened the flood gates all over again over Grandma. It sucks to a degree I can’t properly express. My heart literally aches, and with my additional knowledge I’m not more optimistic. Not necessarily pessimistic, just terrifyingly realistic. Still no one knows what’s in store so I’ll just hang on tight and wait to see where the ride takes us next.
Also coming up is our Halloween party, which I still need to get people to buy tickets for. I’ve got lots who say they want to come, but I need to get the tickets sold to get everything paid for/squared away though. We had the same thing last year, so I’m sure it will pan out, but it’s just one more nagging thing in the back of my mind. It’s my sixth anniversary coming up in a week too. There isn’t a single day that goes by that I don’t relish the fact that I have Sean. Without him all of this would surely crush me. Instead of the Coppertone Girl, I’d be the scary cat lady on the Simpsons. LoL odd analogies today. So for now I’ll plug away, listen to some Sara Bareilles (thus the title) and tackle one day and thing at a time.
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