"Whoa... is it really 6:49?!"

That's similar to the first thing I said when I woke up this morning, with a few choice words I won't write here thrown in. Fortunately, I have a job where I kind of set my own hours and it doesn't really matter if I'm an hour or two late... but seeing as I had really wanted to be up by 5:30, it was still one of those "Oh, no!" moments. Funny thing is, my alarm was still set for the right time and hadn't been turned off or snoozed to death. It really just never went off. Either it hates me and is conspiring against me, or it loves me and thought I needed some extra sleep. Extra sleep I like... having to come in on Saturday to make up lost time? Mmmm, that I'm not going to like so much.

Normally I would just stay later tonight to make up the time, but I'm actually leaving early today (4:00 rather than the usual 6:00) for my belated Valentine's Day celebration with Gearry! Well, we're calling it our Valentine's Day celebration, but really it's just a general romantic getaway that we happened to plan for right after V-Day. We're heading down to West Baden for an awesome dinner at his restaurant and a night at the resort. It should be a great litle overnight excursion... I'm excited to see where he works, meet all of the people he bosses around everyday, and stay in such a beautiful hotel. There is soooooo much history there, I can't wait to see it. As crazy as it may seem, since I've lived in this area my entire life, I've never been inside the West Baden Springs Resort. As a kid, my cousins and I spent time exploring the nooks and crannies of the French Lick Springs Resort, but West Baden was pretty dilapidated by that time and we were never able to check it out. Even after they started doing tours as I got older, I always wanted to go but somehow never made it. Now, the resort has been restored back to its original grandeur (actually, even better than original) and is quickly becoming a very popular destination, just as it was back in the early 1900s. Luxury digs, first rate food, breakfast in bed... yeah, it's gonna be a good night.

Also, I received some pictures today from my cousin Jon, who is in the Air Force... he's wanted to be a pilot for as long as I can remember. On Thursday, Jon got his first solo in a USAF T-6 Texan II, which he'll be flying until June. After he completed his solo, he got thrown into the dunk tank, a tradition after a pilot's first flight.