Why is that some friends feel responsible for dashing your excitement? I know the concerns, fears, and differences. However, I have peace about all of this. If you feel as though you must preach at me…please go away. Oh, and stop making those hurtful little comments about how I should meet people in real life.
Archive for November, 2002
that hurt.
Friday, November 29th, 2002wisdom of mothers, part II.
Friday, November 29th, 2002Mom: *placing a bundle of golden curly sticks on the mantle over the fireplace*
Me: Oh, that’s pretty. (It really is…you’d just have to see it)
Mom: Yes, it’s the golden fireplace fagot.
wisdom of mothers, part I.
Thursday, November 28th, 2002Me: Holding a silver vase in my hands
Mom: Jennifer! Don’t drop that!!
Me: Um, I’m like almost 22 years old. It’s probable that I’ve learned to hold items of great worth in my hands without damaging them.
Mom: But you are as rambunctious as Satan.
happy thanksgiving.
Thursday, November 28th, 2002Make sure to eat lots, hum Christmas music, laugh lots, and remember to thank God for all that He has given you.
learning.
Thursday, November 28th, 2002I am very disappointed in myself. Sometimes I don’t realize what I’m doing until it’s too late…and then everything hurts.