Desert Magnolia

As weeks go, this one has had its moments. Fortunately, most of those moments have resolved without too much bloodshed. Which, I'm sure we all agree, is a good thing. While it's not over yet, I'll venture to say that there's a good chance it will finally come to a fucking end about this time tomorrow... Between now and then, though.. Tonight's shows. Grey's. Lots going on there. Can Meredith hold onto that baby? Will the surgery work for Mc Dreamy? Will Yang really divorce Owen? Did Owen ask for a divorce to keep Yang in the lawsuit? Yes, lots there. Also, and I thank you JL for continuing to entice me with the new Scandal drug until I am now officially hooked. Ahem.  WTF? I mean, come ON....it's always way over the top and I LOVE it. Tomorrow. Meeting in the morning, which, should go ok, but really? Anything can, does, and has happened in those stupid things so I'm just going to do yoga in the morning and act unsurprised no matter what come...

Your plan. The master plan. Often two entirely different plans.   [Tell us something good blog]

I remember lofty goals from when I was younger. Like wanting to be an astronaut. Or wanting to be ruler of the world. Or wanting to fly. Right now? This week? It's all about being practical. 3 final exams. Year end planning. Final trip details. Packing. I like big goals, I do. But sometimes a girl's gotta be real. Escaping with most of my derriere still anchored to my body = enormous success! Happy week, everyone!

You don't really need to answer the What is wrong with me question, as it was sort of rhetorical. Anyway, this was a big anniversary for GG and me, but it was definitely impacted by the reality that our baby girl was having surgery the next week. We had a quiet but lovely celebration, or celebrations, actually, and he outdid himself. Totally. This was our 25th anniversary. A big one, actually. Really big. In our time together we have loved deeply, fought heartily, and raised two amazing human beings. Raising children is interesting because what really happens is as they're growing up, you are too. There are no manuals for raising babies. And every one is different, so even if you think you know what you're doing with your first one, it's all bets are off for the next one. Seriously, our children couldn't be more different in terms of personality and general approach to life. Yet somehow, in spite of us, they have both grown up to be solid, caring, motivat...

Actually, that countdown began with our actually buying plane tickets , I suppose, but you know what I mean. Things that must be done before we depart? At least a million, and about half of those are non-negotiably must do's. Patience I have with anyone who smilingly assumes I'll be able to handle yet another 'awesome big idea' before I go? None. Reasons why Cancun represents an opportunity to regroup, sans wireless? Duh. It's Mexico. In case you forgot how beautiful it will be there: Reasons why I can't wait to get the hell out of here? If you've been reading my blog, you already know. If not, know this - if it were possible for a few months to be any more insane, emotional, stressful or just plain ri.fucking.diculous, I'd be terribly surprised. And at this point, not much surprises me.