A girlfriends father passed away this week. Suddenly 65 seems so very young….
My daughter did not make the team she spent all year working for. Her heart is breaking, and mine is right along with it.
I have to go for an MRI…I’m sure
not sure scared out of my freaking mind everything will be okay, and somehow this makes me cry.
A dentist appointment this week where I get to choose if I want to have freezing or not? Huh? Okay, this doesn’t make me cry but kind of scares the crap out of me. Shouldn’t the Dentist, you know, the expert make this decision?
Last night I was touched when super sweet Taylor Matthew’s Dad swelled with pride as his son performed on American Idol (*thank you PVR). The pride in his eyes as his son sang his heart out….more tears.
This poor bird flailing in the oil as captured by The Canadian Press. More tears. How can BP ever make this right?
Prayers for the departed and the sick, hope for the lonely, cheers for the sweetness….pass the kleenex.
So, enough with the tears.
Had to get it off my chest.
Next post, I’ll bring back the joy.