I have been just a little depressed since I wrote the post about friendship. Multiple times I have gone back on my thoughts while remembering everything that some South Africans have done for us, and then remembered everything some South Africans have done to us, and become even more depressed. However, what has come out of these vacillating thoughts has been the realization, that yes, I am thankful for what you have done for us and how you have helped us, but it still doesn't take away the hurt you caused by discussing something very private to us with probably whoever would listen and making me cry over a book club meeting. But, I am letting it go. I really am.
These are the things that have helped me pull out of my funk:
(I will be doing my bullet points like this :: in honor of the cheek-licking julochka)
:: Writing a new blog with the hilarious VEG , my siamese sister in brain.
:: Watching corn grow. I kid you not. Thanks julochka for making me aware of the Iowa Corn Cam.
:: Iasa of Blissfully Unaware Lounge Singer starting Hermit Book Club.
:: Bonus cookies going from vanilla to macadamia.
:: Leaving for Europe in a week.
:: Accidentally tipping the waitress 67%.
:: All of your lovely and supportive comments.
:: The little girl, in relation to whom I'll always think of myself as Auntie Green even though she has no idea who I am, turning three.
:: A garden, that I'll be visiting in August, coming along.
:: Having sworn on this blog without hearing my mother's voice yelling at me, or without having received a single email from her about said swearing. My dad did however email telling me that he goes to bed at 10:30PM, not 10PM
:: Having a nice round number of followers (Yup. I'm pretending like the two who jumped ship didn't cause me endless heartache. Should not have bashed the bible... Says who? God?)
:: The possibility of locating some parachute pants in my closet and actually wearing them to blog camp and thus freaking julochka out.
:: The possibility of someone recognizing me in Copenhagen while I tour it with the blog camp chicks who will all be wearing their identical blog camp T-shirts (which you should order too, all the cool kids have..., and this is in case they ever believe that my credit card is in fact mine and send me the fokken thing).
:: The hubby going out and having a ring designed and made just for me to cheer me up, and "to be written a praise post about, in which I [hubby] should be called the best husband on earth." I will have to write the post once I can attach a picture of the said ring (Zambia internets...grumble....). The man really knows his way around my corrupted soul.
Okay, I realize that for you to understand all of the above, you would have to read all of the blogs that I contribute to slavishly and including the comments as well as most of the blogs I follow and their comments, and maybe some twitter, and my private thoughts. But hey, that IS the fun part.
Now, run along and go read!
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