You know your life has begun when you have something to go to therapy for. Welcome to just another trivial story of another twenty, ahem, nearly thirtysomething.

Friday, April 30, 2004

Home
Before i delve into another existential tyrate (however you spell that) I wanted to talk about my trip back home. Despite the fact that television has gone to pot and "quality" sitcoms have been replaced by an onslaught of reality nonsense, and the fact that I can now get a low carb (high fat) burger at Carl's Junior, Torrance was the same, god love it. I ran down to the beach almost everyday. But besides dear sweet Torrance which only a riot or a hurricane could change everthing else in my world has flip-flopped turned upsidedown and backward. First and foremost Sara Wilson lost the Wilson and gained a Pillet! And the wedding was everything a wedding should be music, dancing, toasts, a million pictures...possibly perfection. She was beautiful and so calm and collected. Sara I have to say thank you again for making it possible for me to be there. It's hard to believe that we have been friends since the third grade. And now you are a married woman. Then a new person entered my life. His name is Nathan and he must be the best baby in the world. i was in Temecula two days and I did not hear him cry or complain once. Boy, Sarah you lucked out....or maybe Nate just knows you won't put up with any nonsense (the mother child bond is known to be a strong one) Last but certainly not least Lisa took her first steps! (Please try and forget that I made you do a wheelie and fall backwards) You are well on your way girl! ... I feel rather uneloquent at the moment and what I mean to say in my head is coming out rather like dribble on the page but ...I love you guys. No really. I love that after two years of being away and two years of dodgy emails and even utter lack of communication you make me feel as if I never left. Everyone always does. I mean Jenn and Bren drove two and half hours to spend forty-five minutes looking for a parkingspace (typical us). Becky even endured a pitiful amatuer comedy show in order to pass an hour together. I feel blessed in my life and my friends and family are those blessings. I only wish that I could be better at birthdays.

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