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Sep. 19th, 2001 10:49 amI'm sitting here somewhat bemused.
I finally put my flag up at the house, but I'm regretting it now, because it looks like it's going to storm. Being a military brat, I'm a stickler for flag etiquette.
I somehow managed to leave the house without my purse. I guess I really don't need it--I brought lunch, though actually they are treating me and a few other b'day people this week by taking us out to a Chinese place. But it's a girl-thing. You feel incomplete without the trusty purse.
Called Mike last night to see how he was doing. Evidently, he was on the road between Philly and Harrisburg--or rather, that's where he WANTED to be. He was apparently seeing signs for Atlantic City and was quite aggitated, as in, "WHERE THE HELL AM I?" I have to laugh, because he has an expensive color Garman GPS which he always forgets to pack when he travels. Recently, he and Tedy got lost between Pensacola and Mobile, a feat that baffles all of us, since it's a 50 mile trip and a straight shot, to boot. But he and Tedy had stopped at a gas station and gotten turned around... Hopefully, Mike will be home this weekend, but they will be driving from Pennsylvania, since flights are still not running full bore, and, quite frankly, no one really wants to fly at the moment. Pensacola Pete wants to barbeque this weekend at my house to celebrate our b'days (mine is Thursday, his is Sunday). I want to wait until Mike's here before we do anything elaborate.
Considering how depressed I usually am this time of year, I guess I'm doing okay in 2001. I had a few bad days, but I seem to be over it.
I finally put my flag up at the house, but I'm regretting it now, because it looks like it's going to storm. Being a military brat, I'm a stickler for flag etiquette.
I somehow managed to leave the house without my purse. I guess I really don't need it--I brought lunch, though actually they are treating me and a few other b'day people this week by taking us out to a Chinese place. But it's a girl-thing. You feel incomplete without the trusty purse.
Called Mike last night to see how he was doing. Evidently, he was on the road between Philly and Harrisburg--or rather, that's where he WANTED to be. He was apparently seeing signs for Atlantic City and was quite aggitated, as in, "WHERE THE HELL AM I?" I have to laugh, because he has an expensive color Garman GPS which he always forgets to pack when he travels. Recently, he and Tedy got lost between Pensacola and Mobile, a feat that baffles all of us, since it's a 50 mile trip and a straight shot, to boot. But he and Tedy had stopped at a gas station and gotten turned around... Hopefully, Mike will be home this weekend, but they will be driving from Pennsylvania, since flights are still not running full bore, and, quite frankly, no one really wants to fly at the moment. Pensacola Pete wants to barbeque this weekend at my house to celebrate our b'days (mine is Thursday, his is Sunday). I want to wait until Mike's here before we do anything elaborate.
Considering how depressed I usually am this time of year, I guess I'm doing okay in 2001. I had a few bad days, but I seem to be over it.
