I spent the afternoon and lunch hour with a life long dear friend of mine yesterday. This is the type of friend that you see very rarely but none the less it seemed like only yesterday that you saw them last. The type of friend where the stories of our past just keep on coming. The kind of friend that you can share anything with and no matter the situation, you are always accepted with open arms and love. You see, I grew up with this friend. Starting in the pre-teen years and never really skipping a beat until we grew older and went on with our own personal lifes. Even now living in our own realms we get that occassional opportunity to meet up and share what is going on with us. The reason for my blog? Mostly for myself to always keep in reminder how blessed I was and continue to be. Blessed how you say? Well the obvious is the friend but it goes much deeper than that. The friends are always a plus but the memories that come with the friends are equally priceless.
Time and time again we have dealt with the strange behaviors of my daughter. Having just hit High School I figured things would start to settle a bit and that with age comes maturity. NOT! So right before spring break I get a call from the school telling me that she was suspended for three days and will also be in the in school suspension room for three days following being at home and not to commence until after spring break (this was the friday before spring break started). (yes that meant her being home for almost TWO solid weeks!). Without going into details she was caught, on video, participating in some very unacceptable, promiscuous activity with her so called boyfriend. Oh wait, they were broke up at the time. I guess this was their "making up" session? So I tell the school I can not come get her now as I feel I could hurt her. I waited three hours before dragging myself to the school. Nothing could have ever prepared me for the wave of fury that came over me when I