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Well, there has been a whole lot going on here in the last week. My mother is meeting me on Friday in Atlantic City, NJ to see Jethro Tull as a birthday present to me. I don't know why this came about, and I am not sure why I am so happy about it because of the feelings I have had about the whole situation with my mother over the last several years. It is one of those things that I have really wanted to do since I was about three years old. She knows that. One of the things that had my life went a little more according to my own vision would have been a natural occurance for me and my mom. We spent a lot of time during my childhood listening to music together. In fact, I learned flute because I wanted to sound just like Ian Anderson. It is a damned shame that after nineteen years I don't sould like him at all. More or less I still sound like I did in high school. I am hoping this is some sort of bonding attmept. I hope it is a good sign that she actually misses me and does give a shit. Anyway, it is going to be just the two of us. We are going to kill some time before and after like grannies at the slot machines and looking around. I am pretty freaked out about it. I have never been away from home alone. I went right from her house to Terry's apartment. I have only flown a couple of times since and each time there was someone at the end of the long hallway from the plane to the terminal to take care of me. There was no big wandering around finding things by myself. This should be interesting, to say the least. I won't be there long though. I come home the very next day. Which suits me just fine. My baby and all my monkelets will be home with me for an extended weekend as Sunday is my birthday and Mr. Monkey has Monday off.

I bought, this and this today. It wouldn't have been so wacky except that I need the first top for the concert so I had it shipped Next Day and had to pay like $30.00 or more for shipping. Ugh! Oh well, I paid for it with money I actually have so I guess that is one consolation. I bought a little something else too. It is actually from the bridal collection and I am not actually still considered a bride, am I? At any rate it is still very pretty and I am approaching my tenth wedding anniversary in a couple of weeks so I thought it would come in handy. Because...

Mr. Monkey is taking me here for our anniversary. We are staying in the cabin called "Laurel View". It is going to be great. We are taking the children too. I figure it will do us all some good to get some fresh air and the kids need some outside time. So we will wear them out sightseeing all day then they should sleep like logs by sundown. If you know what I mean :) We are going to be there for five nights. It is so beautiful up there. I absolutely cannot wait!

Posted by gwendolyn on August 26, 2002 at 08:20 PM