Went to the movies last night with a friend from church. It was really cute. A definite, feel good and think less kind of movie. I probably would've enjoyed the play better than the movie, maybe we'll put that on the "To Do" list. If you enjoy a light hearted musical, I would recommend. Pierce Brosnen very brave actor, and not that great a singer. Maybe he should've had a singing double like Audrey Hepburn did in My Fair Lady.
Ken and kids come home tonight, then big soccer tourney this weekend. This tournament is sponsored by our club, so that means we will be watching games and volunteering. I signed Ken up for the hard stuff. I'll fold programs or something easy. Will be good to be around people again. Michael is people, I know, he's just 13, which borders very closely on alien.
I tried the "light" thing, but unfortunately that is not where I am right now, sorry. I started thinking the other day about the almost painful, physical yearning I have had the past 6 months or so to "go home." I think my body, spirit, soul, something knew I needed to spend some quality time with mom. Now I am overwhelmed with "why didn't I just listen to my gut, and go." Having that pull in two directions is really difficult, and inevitably someone will lose. There are all the other issues that come along with the grieving process, and then added family issues, and it just seems so incredibly hard. I think if I just had one thing to deal with I could handle it, but this is just too much. I know (in my head) that God doesn't give us more than we can handle, but I'm starting to wonder if He is over estimating me.
Enough pouring my heart out. I'll be fine. Time heals....that's what they say right?
Friday, August 8, 2008
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Kris, Margie and I took Gary to see "Mamma Mia" and all had a good time on a hot summer night.
I think all of us hope you guys end up back in the Northwest somewhere.
p.s. I did not see "Wipe Out," so I have nothing to add there, but my nephew Eli said I seem like a big fan of fart jokes, so maybe Michael and I could connect at that level ...
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