Today is the day. My friend Erin called me last night and told me that at 10 a.m. this morning she was going to the hospital to have labor induced. I cried. Erin is going to be a mommy! I can't wait. This poor kid is going to be spoiled rotten, and that is just by me! She sounded nervous and excited but ready. I can hardly imagine having a child at this point in my life. I can barely take care of myself let alone be responsible for another more needy human being. Sigh. Life is moving way too fast. Right now I'd just be happy with a job I liked.

We're getting more rain today. This is a good thing, seeing as the area I live in has been under drought advisory for the past year or so. Hopefully this will help a little bit more. What we really need is a long winter with lots and lots of snow. I would like to finally try to snowboard this season. I figured that since I kind of have the whole skiing thing down, I might not have as hard of a time with the snowboarding. With my level of klutziness though, it is hard to say what could happen.

My friend Brent is back in the U.S. again. He spent a year in Costa Rica studying monkeys. I'm happy he's back, but him being back in PA dredges up some feelings I thought I had buried a long time ago. Here's the background, whether you care or not: Brent and I have been friends since high school. We were in band together, did plays and musicals together, hung out with the same group, basically we were really good friends. Because I'm not happy to leave well enought alone I have always had a little "thing" for him. I can admit this now. I have not always been able to admit such things, but I did. When Brent got married three years ago, I kind of shoved everything down, swallowed a lot of emotion and moved past it. I was truly happy for him and Alicia, they were meant for each other (or so we thought, they divorced last year before he left for Costa Rica, but that is a whole different blog entry in itself.). After the divorce, before he left for Costa Rica last year, Bob, Marti and Brent drove to Florida together for a week. For whatever reason, I didn't go. Marti told me that Brent said on the trip he thought I had a "thing" for him. Yeah I did, notice the word in bold, did at one time. By then though I had put that behind me. No really, I did. I just realized we're better off as friends. Not to say I wouldn't do anything if he offered, but that is never going to happen so I don't have to worry about it. Just hearing he was back in the states again kind of dredged all of those old feelings up again.

Sorry for the rant. I'm feeling rather nostalgic today. Realized last night that it was exactly a year ago this week that Dan and I went out for the first time. Bastard. I hope he's happy with his cheating, lying, ex-girlfriend. They deserve each other. Not that I'm bitter or anything.