Back to the GYPSY

So I'm back, to the velvet underground

Back to the floor, that I love

To a room with some lace and paper flowers

Back to the gypsy that I was

To the gypsy...that I was

And it all comes down to you

Well, you know that it does

And lightning strikes, maybe once, maybe twice

Oh, and it lights up the night

And you see your gypsy

You see your gypsy

To the gypsy that remains faces freedom with a little fear

I have no fear, I have only love

And if I was a child

And the child was enough

Enough for me to love

Enough for me to love

She is dancing away from me now

She was just a wish

She was just a wish

And a memory is all that is left for you now

You see your gypsy

You see your gypsy

And lightning strikes, maybe once, maybe twice

And it all comes down to you

And it all comes down to you

And it all comes down to you

And lightning strikes,  maybe once, maybe twice

And it all comes down to you

How better to describe my good friend Christy than by these wonderful Fleetwood Mac lyrics? I don't think there could be anything more appropriate. That Christy. She's a traveling soul...leaving town again...this time she's headed to Columbia until April! So, what better way to celebrate Christy's departure for the umpteemth time than throw a party?

Saturday night took me back...all the way to about 2004. It was GREAT. I started off my evening sharing a few pitchers with Whitney and Christy at Sidelines. Great conversation and lots of laughing! Then, we headed back to the house to meet the others arriving in Canton.

For just a little while, it was just like we were all back in college. GLORY DAYS. :)

Christy & Dustin

Me, Britt, Christy & Whit

For those of you that share my LOVE for Fleetwood Mac...hopefully this will put a smile on your face!

Feeling Much Better

Austin and I have been out of commission for the past two days with the stomach bug! Not fun! I thought my sinus infection in December was bad. This was way worse.

I came home from work on Tuesday feeling sick. That commute home was intense. I never thought I'd make it to the house...partially because of the cop that pulled me over on I-575. Thankfully, I was able to talk my way out of a speeding ticket. The officer asked if there was a reason he clocked me at 84 mph. My response, "Yes! I'm trying to get home before I throw up!" Enough said. He let me go.

These past two days, I sure have been thankful for saltine crackers, Ginger Ale and my wonderful caretaker, Austin! I can't count too many people that would lay in bed with me while running a fever...or even worse, hold my hair while I throw up! :) I guess that's why he caught the bug, too!

Anyway, we are both back at work today. Glad to be back and looking forward to the weekend! After work, it's straight home to sterilize the house!