Feelin' the love? It's a mixed review

Happy Valentine's Day....if you care to be the sentimental type.

I have the Valentine I've been waiting for all my life just around the corner:


My Valentine really IS a babe and I wouldn't want it any other way.

But, I'm not feeling the love in in some other ways.

1) I am sick. Yes, joy. I have the good old fever and aches. Last night I started wheezing and getting short of breath which throws me into my own kind of terror alert after that ever-so-lovely relationship with pneumonia last year. That part seems better at the moment but it better be gone - and fast - or my tuckus will be getting x-rayed and pumped with antibiotics pronto. I am going to be optimistic, however, and say 'better this week than next'. I'll have it out of my system by China time. For that, I am grateful.

2) A particularly whiny individual took off sick from the office this past week (after vacation time the week before). Awwww....whatever. Grow up. I ended up doing my job and hers yet again and that gets old. Get over yourself, I say. Just so you understand that I am not heartless, this same individual took off and left everyone hanging when her cat scratched her face because 'it just didn't look good'. Wait, I think I just pulled something rolling my eyes. I need a week off.

3) I'm just not sure what has happened to the idea of a work ethic. I mean this in general. Way too many people honestly believe the world owes them simply because they have a pulse. It disgusts me because it is the people who take their responsibilities seriously who get screwed over.

Okay, I confess. I am feeling pretty crotchety today! (Who would have guessed?) Every now and then I gotta let it out. It keeps me from being arrested and having to wear a most unattractive orange jumpsuit. That would certainly clash with the color of love this Valentine's Day ;0)

On a happy note, I'm packed and ready. That only took about 30 collective minutes. I'm on my way to my daughter in 11 days and will have her in my arms in 15 days. What else really matters?

Time to go swallow some Day-Quil.

Oh, since a number have asked, I do hope to blog from China...as long as the laptop holds up and I can get onto the site. Of course, that will all be secondary to me hanging with my gal.

UPDATE:

Okay, that is just plain surreal. I was asked when it was that I started dreaming of my little Italian-speaking Chinese boy. I was curious to see how long ago it was and did some searching. The first dream of him was one year to the day from when I will leave for China.