Commitments

This morning, I had a such a rough night last night, but I needed to get to RMU for the transfer student event. My ear didn’t hurt as bad. The antibiotic was working. I didn’t tell John and Maureen that I was sick. I wanted to follow through with this event. The transfer students are important to me. I was one of them.

When I arrived to RMU, I parked outside student life, and went to Romo’s and got a bagel and some hot tea. I got back in the car and drove to Wheatley Center. I ate my bagel on the way. I got out of my car and pulled the suitcase of my trunk, that contained handouts and take-a-aways from the Office of Student Leadership and Activities Department. I shut the trunk door and walked into the Wheatley Center.

So the Wheatley Center, just opened at the end of my last semester at RMU. I never really spent time there. When you first enter, there is this giant area with an open welcoming space. There were tables set up for different departments on campus. I set up next to the UPMC my health network, there was so much irony in this. I put the handouts on the table and made it look pretty. I took a picture and sent it to Maureen. She thanked me for being there today.

Throughout the event, I kept blowing my nose, and drinking water. Next to me, was Residence Life. Anna a girl from my Master’s program was at the table. She and I talked for a bit. Anna, Diana, and myself just finished a group project together and we got an A on the presentation, an A- on the paper, and an overall A in the class. We talked about our grade and Max’s comments. I was proud of our group.

Ugh I hate being sick. The nurse at the table next to me on my right said that I should go to Walmart, and show my ID at the pharmacy and ask for Sudafed. It is the behind the counter stuff, so it is pretty powerful. I took her up on her suggestion.

After the event was over, it was around 11:30am. I got the table packed up and put all the handouts in my suitcase and I was the first one out the door. I drove to Walmart and picked up the Sudafed and a few other things. I felt well enough to perhaps go to the wedding reception that evening for Ashley and Andrew.

When I got home, I rested for awhile and then we got ready to go to the reception. Now I probably shouldn’t have went, but I was feeling like I could make it. I put on a brown dress with some beige pink heels.

When we got to the Marriott, we walked inside and started talking to some of Drew’s cousins. It was good to see them. We only seem to see them at events like weddings, funerals, bridal showers, and baby showers.

Finally the ballroom was open and we could go inside, the photographer took a picture of Drew and I in front of a board that had the seating chart listed. We were at table 3. We were at the same table as his cousins, his brother, and sister-in-law. We haven’t seen them since Christmas Day. It was good to hear how Waffles is doing now that he is home safe.

There was an antipasto station, and an iced tea, and sangria station. Dinner was served around 7pm. They had chicken, ravioli, salad, sliced meat, vegetables. Dinner was so good. Dancing started around 8:30pm or 9pm. I danced with the bride to the Cupid Shuffle, and then Drew and I danced together. I also danced with Aunt Paula. I was doing so well. I thought I was getting better.

We left around 10pm or 11pm and went to my inlaws where Tommy and Megan were staying the night. I wanted to see Waffles. I was so happy to see him. I almost teared up. Waffles went missing a month or two ago in Erie. He was found 3 days later and has been home since. Those three days were so rough on Drew and I. When I saw Waffles, I hugged him and kissed his nose. I let him knock me down and tackle me. I have to admit I was fighting back tears. I also made sure to show Butters some love, but he just wants you to throw the ball.
IMG_1433.jpeg I cropped myself out of this picture, because it was a terrible picture of me, but there he is Waffles!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I also snapped this picture of Butters and Waffles. We are so happy that he is home safe back with is brother, Butters.

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Happy Hour

In the afternoon, a student stopped by my office and asked if Nancy was around? I said, yeah she is right next door. He went into her office and asked her if he could use one of our classrooms in the summer. He was from Poli Sci and needed a classroom to use. Nancy asked me to confirm if there were any classes there in the summer? I said, no we just booked up WWPH 2200. She said, would you mind taking him down and showing him the room, and seeing if it is something he would be interested in. I said, not at all. I shut my door and walked with him down to the hallway.

On the way to the classroom him, I asked him why he needed a room? he told me he needed it for a study he was conducting for three weeks in the summer, and how he is from Poli Sci, as he was talking, I noticed he had an accent. I asked him, where he was from? He said, France. I said, Awesome! I love France!  He said, Have you been? I said, no I am going there in May with my husband. We are combining France and England. I love French culture. He said, when did you fall in love with France? ugh, his accent and the way he worded that question. I was weak in the knees. I know I am married, but a girl can still get weak in the knees. I said, “Well I think I first fell in love with France, when I started studying the language and that was my freshman year of high school. He didn’t really say much. I opened the door to the room and we walked inside, he flipped on the lights and looked around. He said, “Yea, this would be perfect.”

When we walked out of the room, I told him how I named my dogs Paris and Louie, and he said, Americans and their dogs. I was instantly deflated. I didn’t know what more to say. I love my dogs. When we got back to my office, I gave him my card and told him to e-mail me the details of his room reservation and off he went.

After work today, I had to stay and help with the Comprehensive Examination Event. I help Nancy set up throughout the day. Around 5pm, she left to go home. I stayed behind and helped to clean up. I felt bad. I stuck her with clean up after the Capstone event. I was having one of those days, where nothing was going to be said right to me.

Towards the end of the event, I started cleaning up and putting things away. I wanted to get out of there, but I had to wait until everyone was finished. When I was washing dishes and putting away the snacks, my husband, Mark (professor), and another professor were standing in the kitchen talking to me. I told Mark about the French guy that I met, a real authentic French man. Andrew and mark teased me about the cute French guy. Mark said I thought you liked England? and English culture. I said, “oh don’t make me choose. I can’t choose. A girl can’t choose.” They all laughed, including my husband.

After I was finished, I locked up the department, finally done for the day. Mark, went out for drinks with Andrew and me to make sure we had everything good to go for our trip. We wanted to go somewhere we could sit outside, the only place we found was this bar called Garage door. I had never been there before, but it was jam-packed for the pen’s game. We walked to the back area, where there was a pool table and a few small TVs. Mark got us two pitchers of beer. We talked about the department, England, life, and human experience.

After we finished the two pitchers, we got another two pitchers. The beer was the Brackenridge Ale. It was a dark ale. Ugh, I should have stopped right there.
When we left, it was almost midnight. I had to stop at Posvar and get somethings from my office to write my paper over the weekend. I was dreading this paper. When we left, we said goodbye to Mark, and then it was home. When we got home, I got sick and threw up a few times. I shouldn’t drink again, ever. It was going to be along day tomorrow. I had a wedding to go to.

Last Day as Docent

Last night, I didn’t go to sleep until 3:30AM. I had trouble sleeping always happens when I have been out the night before, and consumed alcohol. I didn’t get drunk, but I did have a couple drinks.

This morning, I woke up at 9:30am, got a shower and got dressed. Andrew was due home at some point today from Ben and Tricia’s. I wasn’t sure what time he was coming home, but I texted him when I woke up, just to say good morning. My stomach was feeling off, so didn’t make any coffee. I just had no motivation to go to the Chapel today. It was my last day as a docent and I was totally okay with it. I just wish I could have done anything else but work today. I so need to get ready for tomorrow, orientation, and then I am reporting to my department for the first time. It is going to start full swing, and I want to be mentally ready.

Around 10:30am Drew came home, I was glad I got to see him before I left the house. He asked if I needed him to do anything around the house to help me get ready for tomorrow? I said, “No thank you baby, but that is sweet. I think I just need to make myself mentally ready, and I am the only one who can do that.” I thought it was nice that he offered and sweet of him to ask. He was in such a good mood, and didn’t seem too hung over or cranky.

When I left the house, traffic was terrible on the parkway heading into the city. I didn’t get to Oakland, until 12pm. I had to drive around for a little. Parking was horrendous.  Thank God parking is free on Sunday and that is probably why it is so bad. Everyone is out and about on this beautiful day and I should be at the pool!

When I opened the Chapel, there were a couple tourists out front. I just opened the door, and put the sign out. If they wanted to come in, they could, but I wasn’t going to let them know that we were definitely open. No extra work,. or extra miles today. I was on the phone with Anthony when I opened and few people came in. I had to get off the phone with them, it was too distracting.

At one point, this man came in and asked, “When was the Chapel built?” I said, “1933.” He said, “Oh that wasn’t part of the WPA deal.” He turned and walked away. I googled the WPA deal. It was something Roosevelt put in place, during the Great Depression to get men back to work, well the Cathedral was part of the deal. I approached him and said, “I never heard of the term WPA deal. I did some research and the Cathedral was part of the deal, so the Chapel must overlap in someway, because this was built around the same time as the Cathedral of Learning.” He said, “Oh okay thank you.” Then he asked me all these other questions about the cathedral. I said, “I am not sure of those answers, sir. However, there is an information desk at the visitors center in the Cathedral, they will be able to help answer your questions better.” Damn my curiosity. All I know about is the Chapel, I don’t get paid to know anything more.

Recently, I had a family visiting from Canada. Their daughter is an accomplished pianist. I asked if she wanted to play the organ? She said, “Oh my God, seriously I have been wanting too.” I said, “Yes, sure. Let me turn it on for you.” I turned on the switch the air went through the pipes, but as she was touching the keys the sound wasn’t coming on. I turned on the sound sequence in the ambulatory, and that didn’t work, so I called Frank. Frank said, that if she is organist she would know what knobs to pull. I said, She is a pianist. Then he told me she would have to push the knobs out in order to get the sound she wanted. I told her what he said, and it worked. She was able to play quite a few songs, and she did so well. Her family was so happy that she was able to play. We talked about the chapel, the windows, where they are from, and etc.

When they left, they gave a nice donation to the chapel, and asked where they could drop a line to my Director or my manager about me, and how well I am doing. They wanted to tell them about how great I made their visit. I was glad to get an at a girl, today. It made me feel good on my last day as a docent.

Around 4:30pm, I have a couple coming into look at the Chapel for their wedding. I am going to close up after I am done with them. I want to get home so badly. I am so tired. I feel like I have so much to do to prepare for tomorrow.

When I got home, Andrew had dinner made, and he surprised me with a bouquet of a dozen of pink roses. He wanted to surprise me and let me know how much he loves me and is so proud of me. I am so damn blessed. I am so happy he is in my life and that he is my husband.

Andrew’s 31st Birthday

Today, we went to the pool until about 2:30-3:00pm. Then we went home, the storm clouds were approaching and they were coming in fast. We went home to get ready for Andrew’s birthday party tonight. We wanted to to the Haufbrahaus there a little earlier, grab a table, and order some beers and the pretzel bites. We thought they were going to be packed since it is a Saturday.

When we got there, we got a table in the mess hall, and we had a huge long table for just us and our friends and family. We had some time together alone before people started to arrive. We also had the same server as two years ago, who waited on us, which was so cool! She remembered us, as well.
My parents arrived, and brought Drew his gift and two birthday cards. One was funny, and the other was a sweet son-in-law card. My dad bought him a picture framed with two tickets to the Steelers game, a picture of Franco Harris, and a program from the game. Drew loved it. Something for his man cave, then his parents arrived, and Zach came. After Zach arrived, Ben and Tricia showed up. Drew was on his 3rd beer at that point.

andrews-31st-birthday-weekend-2After we had dinner, and some drinks Ben and Tricia showed up, as my parents and his parents were leaving. We all went outside to the Beer Garden. Andrew at this point was on his 4th huge pint of beer. I knew this was going to be a long night. When we were in the Beer garden, Anthony and Dylan arrived for drink, and left. Then Patrick, Zach’s brother showed up, and he had a drink with us as well. It was nice to see most of Andrew’s friends show up.

At around 12:30am, it was time to get the Birthday boy home. I made sure I had his cards, he had already put the gift my dad got him in the truck, so that was safe, now to get this man home, who keeps saying it is his name day; too many episodes of Game of Thrones!

On the way home, I am driving. I reach over to touch Drew’s hand. We are a few feet away from almost being home and getting on the Thorn Run Exit. I had to pull over on 376, and he got out of the car, and managed to get vomit on the door, before getting out of the car, and vomiting up the rest. I felt bad, but I wasn’t sure what to do. I looked in the mirror, there were no cars coming. It was about 2am. It would be my luck if a cop pulled up right now, at this very moment. I got out of the car, and rubbed his back, he had vomit and snot dripping from him. I felt so bad for him, but at the same time, he did this to himself. I helped him in the back seat. I had nothing to give him to wipe his face, because we didn’t have any napkins or paper towels (I keep a roll in the car with me now though).

I finally got us home, and got him inside. He kept apologizing and I felt so bad for him. I got him wiped up and he started crying. He was so drunk. He told me how much he loved me and how sorry he was that he got like this, and that he let me down. I said that he didn’t let me down and it was okay, I forgive him, but he can’t get like this anymore.  He agreed. I got him in the shower, and I got random clothes on, so I could go outside and clean the car after I got him settled.

Once he was in bed, I went outside and cleaned the vomit out of the car. Surprisingly, it did not smell and thank God it did not, because then I would have vomited. It looked white like oatmeal. It didn’t take me long, then I went back inside, dressed in some pjs and climbed into bed with my lush husband.