My niece called and said she is going in to see the Doc again today at 1:30. Apparently the baby has dropped even more, and he wants to check and see if she has dilated more, too (she was at about a 1). I guess he told her that if she has, they’ll just put her in the hospital and keep her until the baby’s born, but that doesn’t make sense to me. I’ll find out more about what’s going on after her doctor’s appt.

Are the leaves turning yet where you live? They are here. I spent a lot of time looking at the trees this morning. The colors and vitality of the leaves change daily. On the one hand, I absolutely love the colors of Fall; on the other, I mourn the vibrant life of Spring and Summer. I hate to see everything either die or fall into dormancy. But … everything must change, and there’s always next Spring to look forward to.

Wow, it’s Monday again already. Seems like only a couple days ago that I wrote about Mondays. Time just goes waaay too fast!

Last night the weatherman on TV told me it was going to be cloudy and rainy today, so I was all happy; then I woke up to a very sunny morning. Poo! Maybe the clouds and rain will move in later. I hope. I know, I’m strange. ;)

As an aside, this is my 500th entry. Cool beans!

Hope your Monday brings you many smiles!

Broncos RULE!!!!!

I’ve had a very “off” day today. It’s like … there’s this cloud of dread hanging over my head; plus I’ve had a headache all day, and this nagging back pain. I think the feeling of dread is a residual affect from yesterday.

I’ve mentioned before, I think, how I hate sirens. They make me very anxious and fearful. I try not to let them get to me, but it just happens. There have been too many traumatic events in my life which have involved sirens. The funny thing is, during all those times, I can’t even remember hearing the sirens. Other people have told me that there were plenty, but I guess I was so full of adrenalin and in such a state of shock that I couldn’t hear them myself. So I don’t believe it’s the sound of sirens that affect me as much as it is the reason behind them.

Yesterday was a day full of sirens. Bad, terrible things were occurring around town all day yesterday, one of which was a fatality out on the highway involving a motorcycle vs. semi. The motorcyclist was killed. I was so worried and scared that I called my son, David, to make sure it wasn’t his friend, Chad, who lives out there. Dave said he didn’t think Chad was in town this weekend (he goes to college in another city), because if he was he would have been over at his house Friday night, and he wasn’t. A short time later David called back and told me he had called Chad’s cell, and caught him in the middle of studying for a big test, so all was okay. I felt hugely relieved, but I still can’t shake that feeling of dread. I have such a strong feeling that tomorrow when the paper comes out and I find out who it was, I’m going to end up knowing them. And how selfish is that, anyway??? The poor family of the person killed had to receive the most dreaded and feared notification of all time, and I’m worried about how my knowing them (IF that’s the case) is going to affect ME! I mean … that’s horrible!! What kind of person am I??

My heart literally hurt last night when thinking about the family receiving the news that someone they love dearly is no longer with them. I can’t even imagine — I don’t want to imagine. It’s just too scary and awful.

Oh man, see what I mean? This is the kind of mood I’ve been in all day. I’m really sorry for having shoved it in your face like this.

How’s your Saturday going? Mine’s been pretty good so far. We’re watching I Am Sam on TV, and I’m totally lovin’ it. Sean Penn is incredible!

I didn’t have a very good night last night, though. I woke up at 4:30am and my back hurt so bad! I got up and sat in the livingroom for about an hour, then went back to bed and had one of my immensely crazy dreams. Sometimes I wonder what in the heck is inhabiting this brain of mine! lol

My Husband’s best friend called him the other night and asked him if he wanted to go to Vegas with him next month. His best friend lives in a city about 90 minutes from us, and they hardly ever get to see each other anymore. When Tony told me of Paul’s offer, I immediately said “Please, please go!”. My poor husband has been working so hard and is so stressed. I told him that he needs some time away from everything and everyone, including me! lol He’s such an amazing guy, and the best husband anyone could ever want, and he really deserves this time away. So he called Paul back and told him it was a go. He’s going in mid-October for 3 days. I hope he has a fabulous time!!

Well, I guess that’s about all that’s on my little mind right now. Hope you’re all having a great afternoon!