So you know that retreat that I am SO excited about going to this weekend? A great opportunity for us to get away, relax, have fun with friends, dig into the word....
Well, we were supposed to be there (in Round Top) at 7pm. It is now 7:43pm and Rusty is still downtown, stuck in a deposition. We are still going, but we are going to miss all of the first night's activities and the first session. I am so bummed.
Is this something that was blog worthy? Probably not. But, I have been sitting on the couch waiting for Rusty to come home for the last two hours. Hobby is at the kennel, the goodies for the weekend are baked, the car is packed and the house is clean. And so, I sit. I have wasted too much time lost in blogworld. I have read every link on every blog that I could find. I know way too much about way too many strangers. I really should have been reading a book or doing something that used my brain. I think that I have lost about 1,000 brain cells in the last hour. So, I thought should blog about our delay.
I am praying that this is not an omen for how the rest of the weekend is going to be. That we will be able to get to the retreat safely and though we have missed one night, will be able to relax and enjoy the rest of the weekend. I am praying for no more distractions. I don't want to miss this great opportunity that Rusty and I both need so badly.
Maybe I will go eat one of those brownies with peanut butter filling that I made. I should probably check and make sure that they haven't gone bad in the heat of the car. It's really for my fellow retreaters sake. I couldn't risk anyone getting sick. I am selfless like that.
Besides, if it is just a safety check, I don't have to write it down in the new food journal, that my new personal trainer is making me keep, right?
Friday, April 11, 2008
Not starting out so great
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Okay, I've officially stalked you. I read all your posts! The fact that you display your heart is beautiful and an encouragement to others suffering with infertility and loss. I, too, get lost in links and read others' stories and feel like I intimately know complete strangers. Although you might not like it, if you lived close to me, I would totally hug you!
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