Let’s sit down & talk for a little bit.
It’s been a weird five/six months for me. The last two months have been really good though. I find myself being Happy-Leah once again. I’m a naturally a very happy person, so it’s hard for me to admit that for several months I was unhappy, especially because it was caused by boy/relationship ending. I’ve never let something like that affect me for so long. I also let the fact that the person closest to me has a real relationship that takes time away from me affect me. She’s happy though, and that makes me happy. But to see her planning on moving three hours away to be with her boyfriend (who is one of my former best friends) makes me feel like I’ve got the really shitty end of the deal that is my two friends dating.
And then there’s this that popped up on my Facebook feed last week:
For the first time, since about January, my heart ached. I told Kathleen today that my reaction to that was just “REALLY?! I MEAN, REALLY!!?!” because I am so tired of that feeling. Mike wouldn’t have been so hard to get over if him and I were actually friends. It’s hard because I genuinely enjoyed him as a person and friend. I’ve had too many great people become ghosts in my life and I am tired of it. But let’s be honest here, in my life right now I have the greatest friends I have ever had. Thinking back to how well I am taken care of when things are bad makes me cry. Everything from pumpkin patch trips, last minute beer and pizza, birthday parties, lots of coffee—I am just given a lot of grace and love I don’t deserve.
I love my friends and my family. Madeline and Kathleen’s birthdays were a day apart. Both of them told me that I “didn’t have to” or that they “don’t need” any of the things I got them—but they do. My friends deserve anything and everything I can give them. I cannot explain enough how thankful I am for the people in my life.
So if I haven’t told you lately, I love you all.
“A happy heart is good medicine and a cheerful mind works healing, but a broken spirit dries up the bones.” - Proverbs 17:22
“Anxiety in a man’s heart weighs it down, but an encouraging word makes it glad.” - Proverbs 12:15
“The Lord is near to the brokenhearted and saves the crushed in spirit.” - Psalm 34:18
Abba, I belong to You.
Old photobooth photos. Katie, Chuck, and me.
Sunday chats with my brother.
It’s my parent’s 33rd anniversary today. I love them so much. They’re the biggest dorks I know. They’re the reason me and my siblings are the dorks we are today. My dad would spend his Friday nights at my mom’s parents house to watch the Muppet Show with them, they went on a date to see Star Wars and my dad guessed Darth Vader was Luke’s dad, along with a dozen other things. They’re also the hardest workers I know. They moved to town and became Baskin-Robbins franchisees when they were 25 and 26 years-old, with my two oldest brothers, Steve and Tim. …In the 80’s, when they weren’t at the ice cream shop, employees and customers knew they could find one of them at the drug store next door, playing Galaga or Dr. Mario, trying to hold up their high score on the arcade machine. We were Baskin-Robbins for 16 years, but we’ve been an independent ice cream shop since November 1998. We weren’t expected to last 3 years, but we’ve lasted over 11 years. They’re working today. I asked if they wanted me to work, but they have too much to do, and my mom has a special cake to make for tomorrow. I couldn’t think of anything to get them, even if it was just a movie. They never have the time to sit down and watch a movie. I don’t think they’re going out tonight, because they’re going to be gone next weekend. And I can’t ask them, because they’ll think I’m up to something. And I am up to something.
Tonight I’m making them a really nice steak dinner, along with some “mock” mashed potatoes (they’re on a low-carb diet) and some other stuff, put out some flowers, maybe get some candles, and put out some movies/DVDs/blu-rays and hopefully they’ll watch some and not work tonight. But I’m going to hide whenever they get home, probably in the garage or backyard (because that’s better than just having my car be gone and them wonder where I am) and then I’ll leave and probably just go to the ice cream shop for the night, since Daniel’s working all night. Hopefully it’ll work out. I have to time it all perfectly.
My dad sure can rock a white tux, huh?
NEVER MIND. THEY’RE GOING OUT TO EAT.
Sigh.
My parents. My sister.
The things I find in my parents’ bedroom…
My buddy. I’m visiting for the weekend.
What the hell, FedEx?
Daniel and I came home from doing an errand for my parents and Chuck was squinting, with watery eyes, his face was messed up a bit, smelled a bit weird, and he was going crazy like he does after a bath usually (running around, trying to get stuff out of his ears/eyes and clawing the couches). So, in comforting him, I kissed his head like I normally would. My lips started to burn a bit. Daniel came outside, where I was with Chuck, and said his lips were burning and he had a sore throat (my sore throat was unnoticed by me, because I’ve had one), and he kissed Chuck, too. When we got home we had a package on our bench from FedEx. So we came to a conclusion…
Thanks a ton, FedEx guy, for pepperspraying my dog. I’m sorry you’re intimidated by a 10 pound, 10 year-old terrier-chihuahua that does nothing but lay around and sleep all day and only gets up for cheese. Never mind the fact that there was clearly nobody home as there were no cars outside our house, at 3:30pm, with our dog outside. Obviously you couldn’t have left it outside the fence or against our garage. No seriously, come onto our private property and pepperspray our dog. Totally fine.
Sooo…this happened today.
Who has Christmas cards up in February? This girl. Who’s going to take them down soon? Probably not me.
Come get hugs & smooches from me :B
So glad that I am going to visit my family next weekend. As much of this as I waaaaaaant!
