Smooth Sailing

A long weekend spent with two of my favorite people along the Pacific Coastal Highway and a whirlwind short work week marked by a killer migraine and an annoying anal Systems Analyst later, I hit another weekend running. I am tired and all I plan to do is sleep or enjoy the sunny warm weather that has decided to grace us - the lowly inhabitants of Pacific northwest, with its presence.
The trip down the coast was fun. I absolutely love San Diego. If only I could get a job down there, I would move there in a second. But driving down I realised once again just how crazy LA traffic really is. Of course I still drove fast to my heart's content, which was fun after being stuck under Seattle's 60 mph lame speed limit. And of course Guru ji gave me a lecture on tail gating and asked me ever so often "Whats your rush??". I want to clarify once again dear Guru ji, I do not tail gate and I am an awesome driver. And after patiently witnessing the never ending arguments between Guruji and me for 3 years, M finally lost it and screamed out "Ufffffffffff, Just stop it, you guys have so much stamina for this," Well, Duh!! You didn't figure it out. We love to explain and lecture and argue and then we argue some more. Discussion is the root cause of our flourishing friendship. I mean Guruji and mine, yours and mine not so much ;).
Anyway, on the way back I got a really bad case of motion sickness. The winding route seemed never ending and most of all that had been in my tummy made its way out in whaler cafe's ladies room. Gross, I know. But this in turn caused the killer migraine that has been the bane of my existence since. But that is something I have had to deal with most of my life. And M keeps telling me to push something up my nostril and pass it through the other. Ewwwww sounds painful to me.
So after relaxing this weekend I get all ready to receive my parents who get here on the 6th. I fly down to Cali Thursday just for this. Haven't seen them in about a year. I am excited yet a little apprehensive. Every time I see them after a passage of time, they seem to have grown older and that is both uncomfortable and scary. I guess the toughest part of growing up is to watch your parents become a weaker, slower versions of their former selves. We all want them to be around forever and the prospect of loosing them terrifies us. At least it terrifies me. On top of it I feel all wrong living so far away from them and not utilizing the time I have left with them. I know this sounds extremely morbid, and hopefully they will be around for years to come, healthy and able. It just feels 100 times better when they are visiting us here and enjoying the three babies. I miss them so much. One more week to go.
Oh a trip to the Yellowstone park is on the horizon and since I have wanted to visit the place since I was 10 and read about the park in a national geographic magazine, I am sooo excited :)
Hmm, didn't realise how late it is. Time to hit the sack.
I know I have been changing the look of my blog. Just bored with it. Trying to find the right one. Lets see how long this one lasts.
Soo sleepy. Catch up on some shut eye.