But aside from that, she's still completely normal
It’s over.
The two years of wishing.
The 10 years of planning.
The 3 months of waiting.
It’s all over.
I’m home.
It’s time to get my house in order, and my business off the ground.
I don’t think this will hit me until Monday morning, when I take the kids to school, and then come home instead of getting on the freeway.
“How’re you feeling?”
“A little nausous actually.”
-Poe and Michele’s discussion upon rising on this, Michele’s last day of work before becoming a stay-at-home mom and freelance business owner.
This is being counted as an entry because Michele is having trouble putting a cohesive thought – much less a full sentence – together.
That’s it. Two days to go. Today and tomorrow. I’m getting butterflies. My goodbye lunch is today.
Wrath of the Lich King came out today… Or really, midnight last night. Amongst those that know me, I’m considered a geek. I’ve always thought so too. I’m interested in video games, I’m into computers. I have a blog, and know how to both update it, as well as play with code. I’ve known html since ’95. For goodness sake, my husband and I sit and play computer games together.
After standing in line last night waiting for the midnight launch of this game, however… I don’t think I can honestly say I’m a geek anymore. Or is there a difference between a dork and a geek? I really don’t want to be mean. So I’ll just say – all stereotypes come from somewhere, people, and man were they manifested last night.
And. OOOOOh. I got ticked. We’re in line for my group to buy the game, so we’d be ready for them just to be passed our at midnight. Some boy comes up, and was gushing all over my “cool” husband, what characters do you play? What realm do you play on? Horde/Alliance, etc. My husband answers him. He then turns to me, and says in a hushed voice, “You don’t play do you? I mean you’re just with him, right?” “No, actually. I’m a guild officer with a level 70 mage, and a level 70 rogue, and numerous alts.” Apparently that can be said with contempt, because that’s just what I did. Don’t worry! I won’t bring down your raid with my poor little girly raiding skills. For crap’s sake. Ugh. As I told Poe, “What the hell am I supposed to be if I just came with you? A WoW Groupie?”
I have a really stupid question. Is Veteran’s Day to honor all that have served in the armed forces, or just the ones that have been in conflicts?
I’m going to pretend it’s all.
In which case I’m honoring my husband, a former Marine. My father, former Army. My grandfather, deceased, former Air Force, and WWII Veteran. My Uncle, deceased, former Navy, and WWII Veteran.
I’m also honoring my Great-Grandmother, deceased, who was a Rosie during WWII.
Thank you for all your sacrifices. Thank you for your courage. Thank you for your service.
Today is Monday.
I have survived one week on Nablopomo.
Today begins my last week at work. This is the last Monday I have to go in. I’m actually taking my laptop with me, because I’m no longer on the computer, my replacement is. This is good. But I still have to be able to access my work email in case any stragglers didn’t listen to my email last week.
THIS IS SO WEIRD.
SO SO WEIRD.
One thing I’m curious about, and a little anxious too – how is Poe going to react? Reality hasn’t set in yet, as I’m still working. Is he going to be jealous? He knows that I’m going to be taking on a lot of what he’s done, which will lessen the stress on him. But still. Come this Monday, I don’t have to go to work, and he does. I wonder how it’ll shake out in his mind. He wants me to do this – let’s make that clear. But, wow, that’s a lot of pressure for someone. You are now the sole breadwinner for 4 people, and…. GO! But then, the trade off is not doing laundry, and home cooking, and a peaceful home. Hopefully. The goal anyway.
I sit here dreading today. I gave three months notice people. I’m ready to be on the other side and DONE already.
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