Stories told on porches in the night are the food that feeds our souls. A porch is a stepping off place, where girls kiss their parents goodbye and disappear into an adventure,where moms wait to hear their stories when they come home.It' a place where laughter drowns out the crickets, where friends become family. C'mon up to my porch, pull up a chair and tell me your story. We'll weave it into the quilt that wraps us up when life is cold.
Monday, November 10, 2008
When All Else Fails, Throw A Party
It's been a rough few weeks on the porch
I hate it when I want to bitch
And then I think how much worse off other people are
And how I should count my blessings
then I feel bitchy
and guilty
So I tried to think positive
I walked the dog
I prayed
I meditated
I did my Yoga
then I called all my crazy relatives
wrote a hot check to buy beer and hamburgers
and threw a party
I'm fine now!
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7 comments:
Glad you are doing better..I'm still here if you ever want to vent...I've been doing so much better myself...it feels so good to be out from under that damn "D" rock...
hugs..
So thats where you've been, partying. Glad it made you feel all better.
Me and Lyn want to come to one of your parties! I so need one at the moment. It looked like a great bash.
Ya know where I am too if ya want to vent., Ill even give you my phone number.
Gaz xxxxxxx
WAY 2 GO!! hope you partied enough for me too..smile..loved the photos! so happy to see you again!~kbear
You know how to have the best fun! Family and food, what a great combination. De ;)
Looks like fun! Glad you're doing better.
Ha Ha! It looks like everyone had a great time! Glad you're feeling fine now!
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