Random thoughts and facts from my weekend

Last night I worked. It was one of my last nights. Yes, on Thursday I went to the nursing home and turned in my 2 weeks. I still can’t believe I did it. I can’t believe that after Friday, I’m not going to have to work weekends and holidays. It still feels very surreal, but I have no regrets. I’m just still in shock. The nursing home is the place where I’ve lived on weekends, where I’ve spent Christmas, Thanksgiving, New Years Eve and countless other holidays, where I’ve cried, where I’ve laughed so hard I cried, where I made friends, where I learned more about nursing and life that I ever thought I would. I think I should stop writing about this before I have to go wipe my eyes.
Saturday I was sad because poor me had to stay at home while my family went the Feucht reunion. (Please note the slight hint of sarcasm in that statement. Maybe working weekends comes in handy sometimes.)
Today my parents went to Champaign for Brent and Janelle’s wedding. Despite my dad’s assurance that we can never get up later than 7:30am and still get to church on time, we were able to prove him wrong. No one stirred till 8:40, and we were still ready to leave at 9:15. My friend Ashley got announced. I don’t really know what to think about it. Actually, I do, but I don’t feel like typing it all out. I told my siblings on the way home from church that one advantage to getting married young is that your husband doesn’t want to meet all your weird relatives, so you don’t have to go to family reunions anymore. For some odd reason, they found that comical.  
Tonight my siblings and I ordered pizza, made brownie sundaes, and played various sports. My cousins came over too. Andrea and I’s two-step volleyball rule doesn’t work when there is only 2 people on each side of the net. See Jenny, there is an advantage to having a big family: You can have more people to play baseball, basketball, volleyball, and any other sport where more than 4 people are needed. We played bad mitten tournaments, which I lost every time. But I am glad to report that it doesn’t take me over 15 tries to get the birdie over the net like it does some people. (No names will be mentioned in order to maintain the safety of the author of this post.)
Now I think I’m going to go on a walk. It’s a beautiful night.
Have a great day!