Carried Away

I have been blessed with so many wonderful friends in my life. Even though we don't all live near one another (hi to IL and MN!), we keep in touch. Friendship between women can be very powerful. Below is a story of something that happened to me that was unplanned yet was very touching. Two years ago September I went to Washington DC to visit my brother and go to the National Book Festival with my parents and brother. On my return trip to Madison, I had to connect in Chicago. It's always a nightmare, but I got on the plane and we headed to Madison. Just before we were to land, we were informed that the landing gear had issues and we had to turn back to Chicago as it has a longer runway. I've traveled a lot and had never had an issue where there was a possibility that we would have problems landing. I was admittedly tired, but I started to cry because it made me think that I wouldn't be able to see my husband and kids. A couple in front of me saw that I was traveling a

Ok, so I don't truly intend this to be a political outlet for my views, etc. However, I had to share this run-in. I have been wearing an Obama/Biden pin on my coat since I went to Washington DC a month ago (went to the National Book Festival - great venue for book lovers). Mostly people that notice the pin don't say anything or if they do, they are Obama supporters. Not today. I went to pick up my daughter at the after school program and I met the mom who was taking care of the kids. We made introductions and her daughter had said that her mom has 5 jobs so I was inquiring about what exactly she did. When we were about to end our convo, she was eyeing up the button. I couldn't tell if this was good or bad so I just said something like,"Oh, just have my button on, you know." Trying to make light of it, I suppose. She said,"So you're a democrat?" I said,"Well, I consider myself a moderate - voting for the candidate that I think makes sense. I d

Here's a funny, but not so funny at the time story - LOVE getting older... Last fall I was at my brother-in-law's wedding. My husband was in the wedding and the wedding was at 2 p.m. in the afternoon with a 5 p.m. reception time. No naps for kids so they were having meltdowns at regular intervals. I was frazzed by the time the reception got underway. At about 9:30 I was dancing with son in my arms on the dance floor (to ABBA's "Dancing Queen" which is a fun song!) - my husband with our daughter and I must have tried a "special" move and my knee went out. My husband's cousin is an urgent care dr. in nearby town and she basically said that I have a bruised knee and stretched the ligaments, etc. So was on crutches and had a knee brace. And I'm friggin' old, clearly. My new sister-in-law called to see how I was and she said I was one of 3 people that fell that night. One was drunk, but we and one of her aunt's weren't. I'm done

I've been thinking about this for awhile. I need a blog. A place to tell funny stories that I can share. Hopefully you'll get a kick out of my tales.