First, let me just comment on the title of this blog. I've recently purchased Lupe Fiasco's new CD and I must say I'm in love. It's intelligent, well-written and changes moods too many times for me to count. Yes, there is some cursing in it, but it's not that big of a deal. If you haven't heard it yet, you should. Okay, enough about Lupe.
I just got back from a week-long stay up in Vernon Hills, Illinois. (It's about 30 min north of Chicago) I flew up early Monday morning. Very early. Like, 4 am early. Yeah, when the sun isn't up, I shouldn't be either. Oh well, it wasn't that big of a deal. Anyways, I was headed up there for training with the guy who did my job before I was hired. It was intense and there is so much more I need to learn, but I think I've got a great start. I learned a lot and I think I'll be much better prepared for the job now. We'll see what happens Monday!
The best part about this week? Catching up with old friends, for sure. I was able to catch up with Justin and his awesome wife Megan, which was great. We reminisced on old accounting times and had some pretty delicious spaghetti. Then I got home tonight and was greeted by a phone call from one of my best friends, Andy. We caught up on life, plans, and nonsense. It was great. I really made me realize how much I miss my friends, but also how to never take them for granted. They're a great bunch of people and I'm so fortunate God blessed me with so many. God also blesses me with special surprises, such as my super awesome friend Donna coming for a quick visit next weekend! Yes!
I guess I'll end this post with a humiliating about my trip that my mom and sister found particularly entertaining. So, when I had parked Monday morning, I had parked at the wrong terminal. No big deal, right? I just jumped a ride to the right one. Well, when I arrived today, I just jumped a ride to that terminal and looked in the parking garage. I pulled the whole "hold your alarm button until you hear your car" trick. I made it all around that parking garage. Not a sound. I was starting to worry. As I made a second pass, a man who had obviously recognized me wandering around asked jokingly if I had lost my car. Oh, how right he was. Then he informed me that there were actually three parking garages for that particular terminal. Yeah, that's right. Three. So I made my way to the next one. Nothing. I searched up and down and no luck. I then ventured to the third parking garage and, finally, I heard that sweet alarm. That's right, an hour and fifteen minutes later, I succeeded in finding my car. Awful, right? Oh well. Until next time, farewell from (now dark) Texas!
"I waited patiently for the Lord; he turned to me and heard my cry." Psalm 40:1
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