Friends

One of my favorite things about blogging is the opportunity to keep up with friends and family.  

I've learned more about brother and sister-in-law via their blog than I have in weekends spent together.     I've shared in tears of joy and heartache with friends thousands of miles away because they blog about it.  I've had the chance to make new friends and rekindled lost relationships.

And because of this blog phenomenon, while in St. Louis over Christmas, I had the fabulous opportunity to meet up with these two bloggers....

Andrea, Kellie, and I have known each other for more that 16 (18?) years.    We've gone through TABS, summer camps, youth groups, boyfriends, cars,  and last but not least, jobs together.   I've sang with these girls, prayed with these girls, fought with these girls, and unfortunately lost track of these girls.

I can't speak for them, but when I sat down, and the three of us were together for the first time in many many years, I felt like I was putting something back in my life that was comfortable and familiar.   

Even though we are not as close as we once were, I knew I could still look at these two and share my secrets,  hear their stories, and be comforted by their presence.  

And I knew this, because, while we have all wandered our own paths, had some stumbles and lived different lives, the foundation of our friendship was built on an everlasting Rock.   

Kellie and Andrea,  I know this post is long over due, but I want you both to know how much I loved catching up with you.   I pray for you often.  My heart is filled with love and pride at what beautiful women and mothers you have become.    I'm saddened at the years lost, but so thankful for the grace and time we now share.

I can't wait to see you again!

Labels for this post: Mortified, TMI, Dating, & What Would You Do?

I have been contemplating over the past couple of days what to update my blog with. Most of the things going on as of late require lengthy explanations, and well.... I'm a lazy blogger.

However, I had an incident this morning that I might as well share, and maybe get some opinions on.  

Before I get to the said incident, let me preface first:

I have recently begun dating again.

I'm not good at dating. 

I mean, I like the social aspect of it. I love the free meals, entertainment, etc. BUT, I hate the post date anxiety. The "Did it go well?" "Did I talk to much?"   The dreaded "Is he going to call?" And let's not for get the "What am I going to wear?" stress!

Yet, just before New Year's I got over myself and agreed to go out with someone. And I really enjoyed myself. He was great! The dating was great! I don't think I talked to much and after some "is he going to call?" anxiety - he called!!  

After a few more dates, I started to think that maybe it wasn't going to be so bad - this dating thing. Maybe I could do this! He even understood and accepted me as a package deal with Truman!

So here I am starting 2009 with finally letting my guard down a bit, enjoying myself, getting to know this great guy and still getting spend some QT with Truman!

Life's good right?!

Let's fast forward to last night....

"The Guy" wanted to take me out to one of his favorite restaurants. It's down in his town, about an hour south of me. Since its a bit of a drive, I decided to bring Truman to his house to hang out while we go out.  

And the evening was great! I'll spare you the details of the date, but by the end of dinner I was really letting go of my anxieties!

About 20 minutes ago my warm fuzzy feelings just all came crashing down.

When I got a text from "The Guy".

Last night. Truman. Pooped. In. His. House.

Three. Times.

Twice. On. The. Nice. Dining. Room. Carpet.

I didn't see it. So it sat there all night until "The Guy" saw it this morning.



I'm mortified. Beyond mortified. "The Guy" is understandably a bit pissed.

I obviously offered to pay to have the carpet cleaned. Replaced even.

My question? Would this be a deal breaker for you if you were "The Guy"? He doesn't own a dog, is meticulously clean and now his carpet has Truman's # 2 on it.

Truman's now incarcerated behind bars for illegal dumping.

Just kidding buddy.  I still love you!