Procrastinating

Baba (my mom) got into town and we got home about midnight last night. Apparently the flight was brutal and running extremely late. (she was supposed to be in by 9pm). Anyway, there was a guy at the airport in Sacramento who works in my company (yes, my new one.) And for whatever reason - I'm always in airports with this guy. I know him by looks, but I don't know his name. I've bumped into him at the airport in Linate, Italy (close to Milan). I've bumped into him at the San Francisco Airport. I've bumped into him at the Los Angeles airport. And I've freaking bumped into the fucker at the Frankfort, Germany airport. Dudes... What the hell? I sort of feel stalked. I'm not even sure what he was doing at the airport yesterday. He was just sitting. At least I was picking someone up. (as a side note - this dude is a rather high up guy in the new company. I talked to him while in Frankfort - about what the hell he was doing there. He was leaving Italy, just like me.) Anyway - it's just freaking weird. I nodded to him last night and he just stared at me - it was freaking bizarre.

Anyway... I'm procrastinating. My mom just went to bed, and I have a hundredteen things to do tonight. Like pack for tomorrows trip, pay bills, figure out where the hotel we are staying at is located, figure out where the competition is being held, print out some directions and/or a map. And I don't really feel like it.

I'd have posted pool photos tonight - but, I'm procrastinating and I don't feel like it. They put in rebar and it looks cool. They put in some more electrically stuff. They'll be pouring gunnite pretty soon. So, that's the update.

I'm actually going to bed now. I'm freaking exhausted.