Feel like a captain
Sailing out to sea
And all I carry
Are these memories
The ship is sinking
And there's no way home
And it's got nothing
No it's got nothing to do
With the realization
I'm losing you
And all the people
That I know
They all tell me
Just goes to show
That no matter where you are
You're still alone
Bob Schneider

I need to go home. I need to play with my niece and sleep in a room where it's quiet and dark and hug my mom and eat food grown by my dad and just get out of this city.
Christmas is too far away.

Then....And Now....And She Only Keeps Growing

So my little girl is not so little any more.

She sings Carrie Underwood and Beyonce and when I tell her I love her more she says, "I love you to the MOUNTAINS!!!"

Here she is with pumpkins and my parents' dog. Check out the change in just 2 years...

The Joys of Travel

So it is not as easy as one thinks to get in and out of this city we now live in.
When I first moved here I thought, 'It will be so easy to fly in and out of NYC.'
Yeah, not so much.
It's hard to get to and from the airport. It's hard to get flights and decent times of the day, and even when you do get a flight, 90% of the time it's not going to leave on time - too much air traffic, especially out of Laguardia.
This weekend the Boy and I spent oodles of time trying to figure out when we were going home for Christmas, how long we would stay, how time would be divided between families, etc, etc.
We finaly figured it out, found a ticket that would work, and then forgot to buy the tickets. Now, 5 days later, the tickets have gone up $100.
So we just spent our Friday night rearranging our trip.
Now we're coming back New Years Eve (because it's $100 cheaper). I have an awful feeling about flying back here on New Years Eve, so keep your fingers crossed for me, the Boy, and our little Jack...
And if you come to visit, get your tickets way ahead of time, and fly with lots of patience!!!

If Our Lives Were A Reality Show...

This would have been a scene.
After a 14 hour day at school, the Boy and I were sitting down to dinner and the conversation turned to a friend of his who seems to always end up having short relationships with girls with whom he has had one night stands. When discussing the reasoning behind this pattern, the Boy laments,
"He always gets the milk without having to buy the cow!"
I stab him with my fork.
"I never saw any commission off of the purchase of this cow!" I replied.
"You're a skinny cow," he responded.
"Seriously, I can't believe you said that," I scolded, with a few more stabs.
He claimed they hurt, giggling all the while.
"No, but you know what I mean. He gets the good stuff without having to deal with all the intimacy stuff."
"WHAT?!" I exclaimed!
Now the fork rests on the plate, for fear that the next stab actually may hurt him.
"No, you know what I mean," he says.
"Yeah, I'm an expensive cow," I reply.
Boy takes a big bite of his soy chicken nugget.
"You better chew real slow and think of something super nice to say because you have two big strikes against you," I warn.
He spent the rest of the night trying to defend his analogy, but really....milk...not having to pay for the cow? Come on now.