Fridays –

No matter what is going on in your life, whether it be tragedy or excitement, Friday is a universal day of relief….for me anyway. I guess it’s because for the next two days I can choose whether or not I’m going to get out of bed or wash my hair or leave the house or watch movies all day. Those two days I can be alive or not… However, this weekend I will choose to be alive!!! I will choose to be alive and enjoy what I can because I feel inspired…… I knew someone who stared death straight in the face because of breast cancer – and survived. She chose to live life to the fullest from that point on. When she was needlessly taken in a random car accident, her friends and family could say she definitely lived her life. I want my friends and family to be able to say that. I want to live my life to the fullest and I’m going to begin with this weekend. I have a family wedding and then a date with some awesome friends for a fireworks party at Carnegie – hip hip hooray!!!! The grief I am carrying around for sweet Bonnie is like the Titanic and it’s getting a bit heavy. Just as it would take time to turn the Titanic around, it will take time to turn my grief around. However, it can be done and this weekend is when I’m going to start. Little by little as I have moments of clarity I am going to focus on exactly what my best friend would have focused on. I’m going to be positive and live my life to its best. Dare I do a cheer??? She used to kid me about being so “cheer-like” sometimes. She also used to kid me about talking too much!!! Haaaaaaaaaaa! If she were only around to see that I have found a new outlet for my words!






So today begins a new chapter….. I’m sure you’re excited to read about something besides my grief. I promise to try!! For example – take this morning – I didn’t even lose my cool when my loving sweet caring daughter looked at me like I had three horns on my head just because I told her that in order to go to school she actually had to get out of bed because I was certain I couldn’t load the bed and deliver it to her classes in a timely fashion. So when she stopped by my bedroom to hug me goodbye I politely told her that in the future, please don’t act like your mother is a scary version of the lochness monster because she asks that you get out of bed. Please only address me that way during episodes where I do become lochness like. I’m sure they will occur but you must reserve the attitude for those moments only. She literally grabbed my face between her hands and said – you have GOT to be the craziest mother than any girl can ask for. Then she kissed my nose and said goodbye. Teenagers. WHY in the world would she think that I am crazy???? Dear Reader, please note that right at this moment and probably many times in the future I will ask you questions that I do not want an answer to. Thank you.