It must be the nerves

Today's the day of our interview with Rosie's caseworker, which I said I wasn't going to get excited about. Yet, I woke up an hour before I would have had to so I must have lied. Either that or my 5 a.m. running class is starting to work it's way into my inner alarm clock.

With my extra hour I brewed some coffee and prepared a ginger pot roast for dinner tonight. While I typically hate cutting up vegetables or touching raw meat, today it felt almost relaxing. I had my iPod cranked so I was lost in my favorite music, my thoughts, and the sounds of potatoes being cut.

The pups must have realized today is a special day, too, because they were in the kitchen with me the entire time. Behavior typical of Moxie, but not Eddie. Eddie would much prefer to sleep. Yet, there they were beneath my feet, which didn't bother me like it can sometimes.

Now as I sit sipping coffee and listening to Elton John's "Someone Saved My Life Tonight" I kind feel like I do on holidays. The sun is just dawning, I've got something delicious cooking already, and the day holds nothing but anticipation. It's almost intoxicating. All my grumbles from the previous day seem like distant memories as I remember what's really important in my life: my family and my friends.

Speaking of music, there were a few that cycled into my playlist this morning that seem fitting for the day.

Michael Buble's "I just haven't met you, yet" - It's supposed to be a love song so the video so if you watch the video keep that in mind, but the lyrics really struck me perfectly expressing. Is it lame to admit I like Michael Buble? Don't get me wrong, I'll take Frank Sinatra, or any of the old school crooners first, but there's something a little dreamy about Michael.

I digress. Here are the lyrics:
I'm not surprised, not everything lasts
I've broken my heart so many times, I stopped keeping track

Talk myself in, I talk myself out
I get all worked up, then I let myself down
I tried so very hard not to lose it
I came up with a million excuses
I thought, I thought of every possibility

And I know someday that it'll all turn out
You'll make me work, so we can work to work it out
And I promise you, kid, that I give so much more than I get
I just haven't met you yet

I might have to wait, I'll never give up
I guess it's half timing, and the other half's luck
Wherever you are, whenever it's right
You'll come out of nowhere and into my life

And I know that we can be so amazing
And, baby, your love is gonna change me
And now I can see every possibility

And somehow I know that it'll all turn out
You'll make me work, so we can work to work it out
And I promise you, kid, I give so much more than I get
I just haven't met you yet

My college English professor would be disappointed I didn't unpack those lyrics and explain to you why they relate to me, but I have to shower so you'll have to connect the dots for yourselves.

Oh, the other song that came up this morning while I cooked was U2's Origin of the Species, which is probably my all time favorite song written by a rock start for his kids.  The video, which I'm watching for the first time is interesting and rather typical of the ham that is Bono (I love him...)--but don't let the abstract get to you, the lyrics and emotion are really what compel this song.