I'm whining today. I think I have the right. My friend's mom sells Cookie Lee Jewelry and I agreed to host a party for her at my home tonight. I sent out about twenty invitations via the mail and I only had two people call me to say they couldn't come. Two. Two kind people called to let me know they would not be able to make it. The rest ignored the invitation. I cleaned my house, I made two apple crisps. This afternoon I called everyone I sent invitations to. I know people are busy. I get that. it's not that I'm not busy either. I'm just...disappointed in people. I feel let down. Silly of me, huh? But I do. Good thing I have apple crisp and vanilla ice cream for my family tonight. On a positive note, I went to the pool this morning and had a nice workout. Felt better for having done that and plan on going tomorrow as well. Now I'm getting the 'what's for dinner mooooom???' queries. I think tonight it will be fast food. I...
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i can see you went to curves. i've had friends who went there who weren't very satisfied with it. by the way, when i read your blog last, i forgot to read the archives. now i feel shallow for not mentioning the touching entry about the girl who was killed by running for the bus. (because i hadn't i hadn't thought enough to read your WHOLE blog, although somehow i thought i did)i even went to her web site and read the notes her friends left until i couldn't see the screen through my tears. you have a great blog. i'm so glad you found mine so that i could find yours. please don't stop writing. and don't give up on finding a gym.
ReplyDeleteYou are very sweet! I'm glad I found your blog as well.
ReplyDeleteYes, I'll continue to search for a gym. We shall see. I need something.
I drove by the flower and teddy bear and candle memorial for Nadia yesterday. It just seems to keep growing. It's been hard on the kids, very hard.
my brother lost a friend of his in junior high, i believe. the kid fell off his father's tractor while it was running. it ran over his head. my brother is 29 now. it still haunts him. whenever he feels like he's slacking, he feels guilty for having a life that his friend no longer has. i think this is typical of people who are left behind, grieving. the guilt of survival. we are such fragile creatures.
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