Saturday, January 19, 2013

Change



I changed my hair color--a lot.  I think I like it.  It is a big change though.  Here's to changes.

Friday, January 18, 2013

Dream--Jazz Fest

I'd love to go.  Jazz Fest in one of my favorite cites.  The first weekend looks like the one I'd like to make it to.


Tuesday, January 15, 2013

Where There's Smoke There is Fire


I was naive and thought if he hadn't been caught under so much scrutiny and he swore his innocence so many times that he was an honest man. It is sad that people are so unethical. #lancearmstrong

Wednesday, January 9, 2013

Weary

I can't think of an appropriate word to describe my current state--weary is as close as I can get.  I am emotional.  I can not get ahold of my thoughts and find peace.  I hurt.

I feel as if I am living my mother's death all over again.  Irrationally, it seems like my father is leaving me as well.  I am not accepting the idea of his remarriage well.  It has stirred grief and left another layer of raw emotion I did not expect.

I press on with my daily routine and chores.  I admit at this moment I would like to curl up in bed and hibernate the remainder of the winter.

Thursday, January 3, 2013

Special Delivery


Forgotten Identity--Familiar Name





The first Christmas Josh and I were married, my mom sent me a box full of my Christmas ornaments and treasured ones from our family tree.  Baby's First Christmas 1976 and Mexican Tin ornaments from my Uncle Bob's years as a missionary were a few favorites of mine then and now.

We had been married about four months--did you catch the name and address?  Habit/memory prevailed and my mom wrote my name like she had countless times--Lynnea Griffitts.  I have kept the ornaments in this box now for 14 Christmases.  In reorganizing the holiday decorations yesterday, I found a sturdier box.  I couldn't part with this label, so I decided to cut it off and will put it away with the decorations.  It will be a fun reminder each November when I pull it out.