Beware the Wheel...

Samantha and Patrick came to visit us yesterday, as Dave agreed to take them to the airport early (VERY early!) this morning. It's always great hanging out with them, even if Patrick kicked everyone's butts at TriBond. They also brought their cat Zoë, who was about to embark on her first plane trip. It was nice having a cat in the house again.

We donated some of Sprinkles' toys and beds (she had 3....), along with some blankets and towels, to the Humane Society a couple of weeks ago. We looked at the available cats and dogs, but none caught my eye.

Wednesday, I leave for Las Vegas, where I'll be until Friday night. Y'know... work-related things, of course.

Now, if you remember, Dave and I traveled to Las Vegas for Rachael & Chuy's wedding last August, and I ended up winning a couple hundred dollars, thanks to this bad boy:



Behold its beauty and wonder.

It is the Wheel of Fortune slot machine, and it is capable of both making your dreams come true and emptying your bank accounts.

Everyone knows that one of my life goals is to be on the Wheel of Fortune game show. Somehow, I think this is as close as I will ever get.

Seriously, though - the wheel actually spins!!!!! And there is fake applause sound!!!! And there are little animated Pats and Vannas!

I can't wait.

Oh yeah - and I hope we get a lot of work done.

Excitement

For some reason, I feel so excited today. Things have been going really well for David and I lately, and I can't shake these feelings of... joy? Not that I want to. It's just that I am a person that is plagued by anxiety and "what-if" thoughts, so I can't help but be skeptical when I feel carefree or exceptionally happy.

I can't wait to ride my bike, I can't wait to get more involved at church, I can't wait for this chili cook-off on Sunday, I can't wait to clean the house this weekend, I can't wait for Spring!

I keep wondering if I should stop seeing my therapist, but it's kind of like breaking up with someone.

Maybe I can convince Dave to ride bikes with me tonight. (Does that make me sound like I'm 8 years old? Perhaps I should say, 'Maybe I can convince David to go cycling with me tonight.')

Changes

My darling "Fancyfeet" Cornelius is off of his crutches and re-learning how to walk correctly. I know it's awful, but I'm disappointed that we never got to take advantage of his handicap and use a motorized cart while grocery shopping.

With Dave on his feet again, we are extra motivated to accomplish some goals that are always on the backs of our minds. This includes, but is not limited to: keeping the living room clean, watching less television, eating healthier dinners, and playing more with Sprinkles (OR FEELING HER WRATH).

It's tough, and history will show that we have a 99.9% chance of failing, but we're going to try nonetheless.

This is going to be our time. Time to taste the fruits and let the juices drip down our chins. I proclaim this: The Summer of Cornelius!