1/6/12

two more days.

I read this quote this morning on my little daily Oprah email and was inspired:

We begin to find and become ourselves when we notice how we are already found, already truly, entirely, wildly, messily, marvelously who we were born to be.
- Anne Lamott

This week has been nuts yet again in the office, but I can't say I mind it. It's more interesting to solve problems and see results of some hard work than be bored and surfing the web all day. All things considered, however, I'm ready for the weekend. My adventures in Eastern NM "singledom" will end as of Sunday evening and I'm not one bit upset about it. The Cap will finally be home. Ahhh that's fun to say.

Naturally the last week of awaiting someone's arrival is the longest and absolute worst because A. it's all you can think about and B. it's all you want. None of the here and now junk matters--it's all about what's to come. To try to break it up, I had some friends over for dinner last night. A friend whose Cap gets home this morning was staying with me so I threw a pot roast in the crock pot and whipped up some dinner for a few friends. I love the motley assortment of people who show up when you're in the mil' life. What's interesting is that no one really knew each other that well last night but we all ended up giggling like little school girls in the living room by the end of the night. That's what I love about good people--their ability to embrace what's good in a situation and laugh about it. I had 1 mother+baby, 1 newly-living-together couple, 1 goofball, 1 anxious ladyfriend of a friend and 1 random new gym rat/mil friend. Combined it worked out to be one pretty fantastic group. Or maybe it was the gigantic bottle of wine + Black Box we crushed . . . tomato tomato.

Needless to say, these people all know who they are and seem to be loving the lives they live. These are my kind of people. All right, back to the countdown . . . two . . . more . . . days . . . and my one person, favorite person, will be home. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh boy. I'm jazzed.

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