There was an incident the morning of my party that I won't get into graphic detail about, because it is quite graphic. My mom's pug, Roxy, was injured badly and had to be rushed to the emergency vet's office. As in, driving over 70 down Hancock, where the speed limit is 45. Oops. The dog is fine and recovering beautifully, BTW.
The party itself was a HUGE success. My mom put tons of prep work into it, and it paid off. My entire family showed up (except one of my aunts, but it wasn't the least bit of a shock... no one expected her to anyway. That's another blog post altogether) and it rocked. I got to see my Aunt Janet, Uncle Robb, and my cousins Dustin and Cory all of whom I haven't seen in going on 5 years. It really completed the whole day!! I also got to meet both of their amazing girlfriends, and they've all promised to come visit :)
Plus I made a pyramid with my family. Of us. Yup, true story.
I spent the next couple of days with my fam, just hanging out and enjoying them. Lots of dinners at local places I won't see again for awhile. Cuddling with my dog :)
The night before I left I went to a really awesome dinner with Lacey, and had a fabulous time. Then I went home to pack the remainder of my suitcase. I went to bed, expecting to wake up and head up to the airport.
WRONG.
I woke up about 2 hours later and spent the rest of the night with my head in the toilet. I could not stop throwing up. I got up the next morning and still wasn't well, but had no choice but to suck it up, finish packing, and get in the car. It was hands down the most miserable ride EVER. I took Pepto, only to see it reappear a short time later. I was so wiped out and exhausted I couldn't even feel emotion when I should have been feeling all kinds of things.
After a couple runs to the airport bathroom, I was faced with the goodbye with my mother. I was doing ok, and then all of a sudden I started bawling. I had been dreading that moment more than any other. We were both standing there sobbing like fools, and she watched me walk through security. Every time I turned back, she was still standing there waving with tears running down her face. It was absolutely heart wrenching.
The flight was miserable. And that's an understatement. I took some Dramamine and sat with and air sickness bag in my lap. I was picking out Vitamin water at the airport, I wasn't even looking at the flavors; I was trying to decide what color I wanted my puke to be next. Rough.
I also went to bed the first night at 6pm PST. And slept for 14 hours.
OMG! I literally got teary eyed and a huge knot in my throat when I was reading you saying goodbye to your mom! I would have been in pieces too! My mom has become my beest friend as I have gotten older and I can only imagine how hard it was to say bye to her. I think she is coming to Janets this weekend to have dinner. Dustin is working but I might stop by to say hi too! I love the blog! keep us posted, im living vicariously (don't know if I spelle dthat right haha) through you!
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