It's not nice to say I told you so.....

Every time I leave my house, something bad happens.  Maybe it's a self-fulfilling prophecy.  Or maybe it's just bad luck.  I'm not sure...... doesn't matter.  It's been happening for several years now and I'm almost getting used to it. 

I just got back from a fabulous trip to New England to see my father's side of the family.  My uncle was celebrating his 80th (!!)birthday and his family decided to surprise him with a party.   I love that side of the family.  There's always laughter and happiness and lots of jokes when they are together.  I always hear new stories about the 3 brothers and the baby sister and I always have a great time. 

Two days into my trip, I found out the Nado got sick with the Swine Flu.  I had a feeling it was coming since his football teammate was stricken the previous week.  For you non-football moms out there, there is lots of sharing and close contact on the football team.  It makes me shudder, but what's a mom to do?  Anyway, it happened and I was hundreds of miles away when my baby got sick.  Loads of mom guilt.  Loads.  Hubby stepped up though and made everything ok.  The Nado seems to be on the mend and all is right with the world again.  Crisis averted.

I had three legs on my journey home:  Hartford to Orlando, Plane change in Orlando and then on to Houston, Houston to Tulsa.  Yeah, didn't make sense to me either, but I had to go where they took me!  I landed in Orlando and sent off a quick text to Hubby that I was "halfway" home.  I put my phone "safely" in my jacket pocket and proceeded to deplane.  My plan was to stretch my legs, buy a new bottle of water, pit stop in the bathroom and call Hubby (as preplanned) before I had to start boarding the next flight.   Plans change.  Oh, I was able to accomplish most of my plan, except for the call Hubby part.  Apparently, my jacket pocket turned out to be not so safe afterall.  That's when panic set in.  I had approximately 20 minutes to find my phone before leaving Orlando.  I won't bore you with the details of my running around frantically but suffice it to say that I got on my next flight without my phone.  This story has a happy ending though.  I want to thank the two teenage girls who sat next to me on my flight to Houston who allowed me to use their phone to text Hubby with the bad news, the honest person in Orlando who found my phone and turned it into Southwest Airlines and lastly, Southwest Airlines who Fed Ex'd my phone back to me safe and sound.  Another crisis averted! 

Beautiful photo ops were abundant on my trip.  I'll share a few before signing off.