Not Bridget Jones

I always have hoped that my life would be like a good chick flick with all sorts of fun adventures and of course your true love finding you at the end. Or what if it could even be like Gatsby where admist all the turmoil, deceit, and excessive- there's still a good simple story at the base. I've come to realize in the past few days that if my life should turn into any sort of novel at all it will have to be one of those that is critically acclaimed but no one reads because it is so heavy. This makes me sound completely conceited, but I just mean that my life has become very dramatic. I'm not going out and having drinks with my friends at night or going on strolls in the park with my boyfriend. Nope, the past few days have been spent calling the hospital, figuring out if I will have to move home, what will I do about work, etc. So please excuse me if this is a poorly written entry.

Words of Advice

"Sometimes we buy gifts for others that we really want for ourselves"

These words of wisdom came from my father a couple of years ago. You have to understand that my father was notorious for doing this though. Like the year he bought my mother drill bits for Valentine's Day; my mother doesn't drill anything and she certainly didn't have her own drill to use them in. There was also the meat slicer and the bathtub whirlpool. I see it in D-'s daughter who wanted to give him "Blue Crush" for his birthday. D- neither enjoys surfing nor wants to see this movie, so luckily I was able to talk C- out of it. D- and I do have a standing agreement that on Valentine's Day/Anniversary (same day) we will buy each other something that we really want for ourselves. And it has to be obvious. I can't just go out a buy a DVD that I know we would both enjoy, it has to be something only I would enjoy. And since D- has a complete inability to purchase gifts for me at least I know I may get something good on that day.

For D-'s birthday though I got something that he will enjoy though and it is so not for me at all. We're going to Martinsville in the fall for a race. Not that I'm a big racing fan or even a fan at all, but he likes it so that's what matters. And I'll get a weekend out of town in a city I love (we're staying in Winston-Salem). It took me awhile to come up with it, but I wanted something he would enjoy, something that would prove that it is important to give gifts, and something that he would just pass on to the children. He definitely loved it when I told him about it.

Almost time for me to take the morning break.