weekend woes. it happens every monday as i begin to assess my weekend activities. nancy and ed, my wonderful parents were in town, and after much anxiety upon their arrival, i was happy to have them here. although i could not enjoy their wacky company the entire weekend due to the fact that i had two exams today, it was nice to spend time with them. there comes a time in your life where the teen angst is gone and you can peacefully enjoy your parents’ company… in small doses. i am happy to say i have made it there, and have been at that stage for quite some time. my mom sported her #32 jae crowder tshirt at the game, dragged my father to the milwaukee art museum, and brought me cookies from my favorite bakery back home. needless to say, my parents are awesome.
now onto my more unfortunate occurrences. my wallet was stolen this weekend at the infamous hang out of buck bradley’s. yes, my entire wallet, with my mu id, regular id, friend’s high school id, her regular id, starbucks card, chapstick, debit card, and room key. yay! no purchases were made on the debit card, and it baffles me that someone would keep my wallet when there is really nothing of value to them in there. there was $15 cash, and hey, go ahead and take it. but please have the courtesy to turn it into dps so i can have my life back! i wish everyone had a compassionate bone in them. but then again, this is life, and there are worse things that could have happened.
like what happened to my dear friend cory yesterday. cory is a star baseball player who turned down a position on the san diego padres for an education and to play college ball at asu. he truly is a good guy with high life goals. cory was playing in a game yesterday and upon sliding to 2nd base, he hit his head on the 2nd baseman’s knee. he fractured his neck and was rushed into immediate surgery. a rod was placed in his back and two vertebrae were fused together. i woke up this morning to an alarming text saying that cory could not feel anything beneath his waist. shocked and upset, my prayers for finding my wallet were no longer important, and i turned to the big guy upstairs and prayed for cory. the power of prayer has always fascinated me. later this afternoon i received an uplifting text that gave me the chills. cory is now awake, talking, and moving his arms! he still does not have movement from his waist down, but he is making progress and doing excellent for the first day of recovery. hang in there cory, you’re strong, you’re gonna make it.
was our cab driver last night. he was an adorable man in his mid forties who we had actually met before. and soon, before we knew it, omar became a good friend all through the power of music. yes, its true, my two friends and i won omar’s heart by simply singing to him. and he won our hearts by singing back to us. “beautiful ladies, my three favorite ladies,” he sung to “whats my name.” that is why i love milwaukee. the most ludicrous things happen here. however, i dont think it is completely because of milwaukee, the city, itself. i think it is about the people i surround myself with. dont you agree? you could go to the most absurd places, but if your with the right people, you could have a grand time. so that’s what im doing. socal import in the “drunkest city of america” and enjoying every minute of it. simply because of the friends ive made and the encounters weve had.
and i miss that california sun.