Sirens

I plan on writing a much bigger and better post about my day today soon, but I have to figure out a few things first (i.e. I'm a moron).  In the meantime I thought I would leave you with this tidbit.  My mom is incredibly freaked out about this move.  She's gotten tons better since I first told her I had an interview in Washington, but she's still not entirely comfortable with the whole thing.  Example: today I was walking Rocky to the park and talking to my mom on the phone.  Out of nowhere, I hear sirens blaring.  I look up in time to see an ambulance flying down the street towards me.  On the phone I hear, "Are those sirens?"  "Yes, mom, " I respond, "Sirens from an ambulance."   Silence.  At this point, I think the aneurysm that has been building up finally burst.  Finally, after some poking, she sighs.  "Well, it's time to watch the game."  At least she has college football to help soothe the pain of sirens.