Same Bat Time, Same Bat Channel

Welcome. Let's just get right into it shall we?

No one likes a gloater. Karma put me back in my place: This. Week. Sucked. It started off bad and never managed to climb out of the pit. That's what happens when the first 45 minutes of your Monday work day include a stern talking to. Yes Margaret messed up at work this week. I dropped the ball. I am mad at myself. My boss is over it, but I, as many of you may know, have trouble letting things go! But I'm going to work on getting better at that by not talking about it anymore! It really is only a big deal in my head so we'll just leave it alone there until it goes away. Healthy? Sure!

Let's talk about last weekend because that was glorious. I traveled to Valparaiso, Indiana, home of the Fighting Valps. The drive up there was moderately torturous, but I made it in one piece, in fairly good time, bad traffic considered. The La Quinta Inn in Merrillville did not have a lot of things going for it. It smelled quite bad and it only offered three pillows. Now that's just ridiculous. Who needs three pillows?! Pillows should be offered up in numbers divisible by two otherwise it only presents problems. But oh well. There were good things. Namely the gummy bears and the gummy bear provider.

Saturday was a very interesting day filled with Sandhill Cranes, Mexican food, and lovely sing songs.

Sandhill Cranes: Jack and I made our way to Medaryville, IN to see thousands and thousands of sandhill cranes congregate in a field at dusk. Here's an example of something I did to appease a friend that turned out to be pretty fun for me too. Nice when it works out like that! I've tried about 800 times to post a link to more info on Sandhill Cranes, but it's just not working. So for more info on Sandhill Cranes, please go to google and knock yourself out. (Side note: if anyone knows how to make links appear, please help a sister out. Thank you.)

Mexican Food: I joined the Harms sisters, Brianna Hathaway, Mark Bilyeu, and Marcus Chaffee for a lovely dinner at El Salto. I'm a big fan of all those people and hot damn does El Salto make some good fajitas! There was laughter and inexplicable tears, and it was a wonderful time.

Sing Songs: At the Chorale concert, there was laughter and explicable tears. It was a wonderful concert, but it sucked to not be singing in it. I'll admit it: I MISS CHORALE. And don't tell anyone but I even miss Dr. Cock. I know I'm getting paid to sing in choirs now, but sometimes even that isn't enough to overcome singing under directors who just aren't as good as what you're used to. Ha, but the money helps for sure...Anyway, I was just really proud of them. Like a proud Momma.

Like all good things, however, the weekend had to end. After dragging myself away from the smelly La Quinta, I hit I-65 where I drove for no more than 3 miles before my check engine light came on. And it was all downhill from there. I managed to make it home without exploding, but I still haven't found a time to get that checked out. That's on the list for sure.

What does next week have in store for me? Who knows?! My future hasn't been written yet. No one's has. Your future is whatever you make it. So make it a good one, both of you!

Happy Trails.