THREE Strikes

So Tommy's 32nd Birthday started out shaky. Not for him, for me. I woke up feeling, well, not quite right. The entire day I tried to put on a happy face moving forward with plans, excited for an evening that was supposed to be spent with good friends and good food. But in the end, I spent a good portion of the evening and most of the night in misery puking my guts out. I hate puking. Probably nothing worse in my humble opinion. Then, the next morning I woke up still feeling yucky to the disappointing news that the long awaited Celine Dion concert I was supposed to attend this coming Friday had been postponed until Sunday, February 22nd!! What? I had waited over a YEAR to see Celine, and now I'd have to wait another three months?! And it's on a Sunday?! Talk about conflict of interest! Then today I was told some news by a good friend that made me sad, mad, hurt, torn, and melancholy all rolled into one, and ultimately led me to the conclusion that once again, I. don't. like. change. To quote the adorably wise Meg Ryan from the much beloved movie You've Got Mail, "Change is what happens when something you don't want to happen, happens, and there's nothing you can do about it." or something to that affect anyway. And speaking of change. Tom's work schedule has effectively gone from the luxurious hours of 11-6 to 7-6 . Again, I resist change. I poo poo it. Shame on me. I don't want a pity party. I just wanted to get my feelings out there. I guess we're now up to four small glitches(if you include Tommy's work schedule) that have appeared in these past four days, and I've been through enough real trials in my life to know that they are minuscule in comparison, but nonetheless real at the moment to me. Hope tomorrow is better.