Let's break the silence, shall we?
Ok, so it seems I've been keeping my mouth shut lately. Let me try to back track...
Over Thanksgiving weekend I worked a lot. It's hard to turn down double time. My Monday night shifts have been very difficult. Two Mondays ago I spent from 12:30am-4:30am running to the bathroom every 15 minutes to throw up. Apparently I have night sickness versus morning sickness. Last Monday I ended up calling my back up in around midnight. One more month and I'll be out of that position. Yesterday I had my first OB appointment. Nothing too exciting there, just updates, questions, and blood drawing. Yesterday afternoon Zoey and I attended a funeral. My second cousin, Bobby, passed away mysteriously. He was found Monday afternoon and had been dead for at least two days. Autopsy reports are still pending. I was saddened, I felt like I was just recently getting to really know Bobby. He moved back to Austin 2 years ago after his mother (great-aunt Eledia) passed, to live with his father (great-uncle Jack). He had been in London for the past 25 years, so I hardly knew the guy. I discovered how amazing he was only recently. While on a long car ride with him (I was driving him home - way out BFE south, we were coming from downtown in the middle of traffic... fun times.), he told me stories about my grandmother, his "favorite aunt Lilly". She was the one person in his life who encouraged him to follow his dreams. So instead of getting that boring business degree his folks wanted him to have, he took off for New York and got an architectural degree then flitted off to London and proceeded to become rather famous. He told me all kinds of amazing things that he's seen and done. Bobby was this wild, artistic, mildly insane personality that you just couldn't help being drawn to and instantly loving. I gushed and told him how lucky he was. At that point he looked me right in the eye and said, "What's stopping you? Just do it." For that moment I really felt like I could. Then, of course, I get yanked back into reality looking at the mass amount of debt my exhusband left me in. Maybe one day I'll just go do it. If I ever do, I know I'll be thinking of Bobby and toasting him with some sort of exotic bubbly stuff.
RIP
Robert A. Chance 12/08/43-11/28/05
Gone but never forgotten, you crazy nutcase.
Over Thanksgiving weekend I worked a lot. It's hard to turn down double time. My Monday night shifts have been very difficult. Two Mondays ago I spent from 12:30am-4:30am running to the bathroom every 15 minutes to throw up. Apparently I have night sickness versus morning sickness. Last Monday I ended up calling my back up in around midnight. One more month and I'll be out of that position. Yesterday I had my first OB appointment. Nothing too exciting there, just updates, questions, and blood drawing. Yesterday afternoon Zoey and I attended a funeral. My second cousin, Bobby, passed away mysteriously. He was found Monday afternoon and had been dead for at least two days. Autopsy reports are still pending. I was saddened, I felt like I was just recently getting to really know Bobby. He moved back to Austin 2 years ago after his mother (great-aunt Eledia) passed, to live with his father (great-uncle Jack). He had been in London for the past 25 years, so I hardly knew the guy. I discovered how amazing he was only recently. While on a long car ride with him (I was driving him home - way out BFE south, we were coming from downtown in the middle of traffic... fun times.), he told me stories about my grandmother, his "favorite aunt Lilly". She was the one person in his life who encouraged him to follow his dreams. So instead of getting that boring business degree his folks wanted him to have, he took off for New York and got an architectural degree then flitted off to London and proceeded to become rather famous. He told me all kinds of amazing things that he's seen and done. Bobby was this wild, artistic, mildly insane personality that you just couldn't help being drawn to and instantly loving. I gushed and told him how lucky he was. At that point he looked me right in the eye and said, "What's stopping you? Just do it." For that moment I really felt like I could. Then, of course, I get yanked back into reality looking at the mass amount of debt my exhusband left me in. Maybe one day I'll just go do it. If I ever do, I know I'll be thinking of Bobby and toasting him with some sort of exotic bubbly stuff.
RIP
Robert A. Chance 12/08/43-11/28/05
Gone but never forgotten, you crazy nutcase.