Is it really Monday?

Monday, September 17, 2007

What a whirlwind weekend. To say that I was unprepared for today is one of the biggest understatements of my life. From work on Friday, I left to go down to Marshall for our alumni weekend. So many thoughts flooded my mind as I made that familiar drive, it was mind boggling. It seemed to take a heavy toll on my heart that even though I registered that I was going “home,” no residence, family or independence were going to great me.

I met up with Kat, Nadia, Jenna and Jodi. It was quite shocking to see two girls, with whom I spent countless hotel rooms with traveling across MN, SD and ND, at 6 & 7 months pregnant. Both of their predicaments were absolutely preventable, but still heartbreaking. Kat broke up with her boyfriend, only to find out three weeks after that she was pregnant, only to find out a little later, even more complicated, it was twins. Jenna also broke up with her boyfriend, after finding out that he had cheated on her, well she was lured back and will now forever be connected to him, as she is also pregnant. Nadia and I both left feeling like we are living charmed lives.

In addition to visiting with them, Nadia and I also got the dish on the current soccer team, as both Kat and Jenna are still in Marshall. I’ve always had extreme respect for my coach, she’s the reason I went to Southwest, but apparently the tide is turning and she isn’t getting any respect from the current players. The smile she graced me with and the exuberant hug, furthered my sadness for the team that she is currently coaching. She deserves better. I didn’t get to stay as long as I wanted, or for that matter needed, because I had a wedding. My coach, Jill, is leaving after the season and it seems to be my final severance from Southwest. The players were completely indifferent to the alumni, and next year, I will only know 4 of them. The coach may not even continue the alumni weekend tradition. I’m having a terrible time coming to terms with this loss. This program paved the way for the most monumental 4 years of my life.

So, if I thought I had a lot to reminiscence over while I drove in, I had a whole lot more to ponder on the way back. The wedding was for Shannon and Chris in the Sculpture Garden. There was a fiasco getting there, and we missed the wedding, which really ate at me because it was family only and we were obviously missing. At Acapulco one week ago, I overheard my cousin telling Tony where exactly in the garden the wedding was to be held and I remember breathing a sigh of relief because I didn’t know my way around the garden. Going back to Saturday, I asked Tony three times if he knew where we going, failing to mention the specific conversation. Well we get to the garden with enough time, only for Tony to say, okay now where, do you have the map? There was no map and I thought he knew where we were going! He obviously got upset and said that he didn’t remember. So yeah, we missed it. My Dad called and Tony dropped me off with enough time to watch them walk back up the aisle. When Tony came, he stood by my side, but it was obvious we were feuding. We talked it out within 10 minutes, and the rest of the night was fabulous. I had so much fun dancing with my brother and my Dad.

Yesterday I had another training shift at Acapulco and then a soccer game at 8:00. Looking back the last time I was able to just hang out was Wednesday night, otherwise we have been go-go-go.

Oh and Tony was a busy man Friday night, he mulched all of the trees, did the dishes, washed some clothes (I refuse to say did the laundry because he will not put them away), scrubbed the bathroom and covered my flowers to save them from frost.

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