tow-head messes
This past weekend Andy and I went to Chicago to meet up with our friends from Omaha.  It was a nice vacation with four friends and my hubby.  We stayed at the Affinia Hotel one block off of Michigan Ave.  We were right in the middle of the hustle and bustle of Chi-town.  We visited a couple of local bars, caught a late night movie, toured the Museum of Science & Industry, had a relaxing massage, great shopping, and ate wonderful food.  

I know I'm one of the first to complain to about the heat and humidity that we have down in the south, and I was really looking forward to cooler weather in Chicago, but 55 degrees and W-I-N-D-Y was a little too chilly for me.  A couple of the days we had great weather, mid 70's and sunny, but that 55 was nippy.  Nothing a new sweater can't take care of.  

I do have a short story I must tell...Sunday morning we were hanging out in our friends' room and they mentioned they saw a naked person across the street looking out another hotel room.  Our rooms were on the 28th floor - the hotel across the street had at least 35 floors. Several people in the other hotel were oblivious to the proximity of our hotel and the fact that we could see them. What am I getting at, you ask? We saw at least a half dozen naked people enjoying their Sunday morning and the view from their windows!  It was absolutely hilarious...fully naked, half naked - snuggling, talking on the phone, stretching, scratching, dressing, you name - it was happening .  

On Sunday after Andy and I left, our friends saw James Denton from Desperate Housewives at the Navy Pier.  Yes, I missed out on a photo op with a famous person, but I wouldn't have recognized him anyways - don't get me wrong, he's a cutie but he would have slipped right past me.

The lesson here - always be aware of your surroundings (for more than one reason) and shut the curtains!

Thanks for the great weekend guys.
I received a message on facebook the other day from a dear old friend (my age, so not old - you know what I mean).  I haven't talked to her forever, but I think about her often.  You see, she lost her child at the precious age of 3 to leukemia and her profile pic is an image of him.  We don't talk very often; you know how that goes - life takes you in different directions, time flies by, and before you know it, it's been years since you last talked.  My friend and I go way back.  We met the first day of kindergarten, and were inseparable for most of our childhood and through our teen years.  We dressed alike, we played on the same sports teams, schooled all the neighbor boys in basketball, people thought we were sisters, and oddly enough we have the same name.

Anyways, like I was saying, we don’t talk very often but when we do it’s like we just spoke yesterday.   I found out that she works in the Cancer Unit at the Med Center, which tells me one thing…she’s a very strong woman.  It’s amazing to me that she was able to turn a tragic loss into a life long commitment and career. I'm telling you, I get choked up every time I see his little picture, I don't know how she does it.  The motivation that drives her is obviously straight from her heart.  I commend her because the medical field needs passionate people and knowing her my whole life, I know she is. Needless to say, we can all do our part in supporting the research of this horrendous disease

Thank you to my friend and all of the others to that help save lives.