I have not written this week for a number of reasons. The primary reason being that I have been feeling a bit sad. You see I am coming to the painful realization that people I have come to know and love as family in Houston are preparing to move. I have chosen to pretend this is not so - up until this week. I will not belabor this issue, but needless to say, it has been hard for me to be quippy and smart when I just don't feel like it.
However, yesterday I made a kickass lasagna and salad (thank you Pioneer Woman's blog), enjoyed dinner with Maggie and George and watched a great episode of LOST. So, I am feeling a little bit better.
I have had some suggestions from some of you 6 or 7 people who read this blog about what I should post. Myrna has suggested I post a picture of my bad hair. My small group has been studying humility lately, so in the spirit of humility, here is one of the worst pictures I have seen of myself in a long time.
I am also posting a picture of myself after getting ready for the day, because, I am not so humble that I can let you think I walk around like that other photo all of the time. Thank you Steph for reminding me about scarves.
Crawfish boil was last weekend. Good stuff this year. I am still thirsty.
I have about 6 things I would like to write about (consequences of not posting daily), but it is too much so I will leave it at that and end with a Frank story:
Frank and Jakob are on the playground. Jakob it seems has not done exactly what Frank wanted him to do. From the bench, I hear Frank say to Jakob, "you are not my friend."
Then he appears to remember that his dad has forbidden him from talking like that...
and he says a moment later, "You are not my sunshine."
I am also posting a picture of myself after getting ready for the day, because, I am not so humble that I can let you think I walk around like that other photo all of the time. Thank you Steph for reminding me about scarves.
Crawfish boil was last weekend. Good stuff this year. I am still thirsty.
I have about 6 things I would like to write about (consequences of not posting daily), but it is too much so I will leave it at that and end with a Frank story:
Frank and Jakob are on the playground. Jakob it seems has not done exactly what Frank wanted him to do. From the bench, I hear Frank say to Jakob, "you are not my friend."
Then he appears to remember that his dad has forbidden him from talking like that...
and he says a moment later, "You are not my sunshine."
I don't think you have bad hair at all. Also, when I look at the crawfish boil group shot, I feel so sad because at least half of those people aren't going to be around for next year's bash.
ReplyDeleteErin you are my best friend and no matter where I am nothing can change that. BFF por vida. Te amo chica.
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