I know everyone has been wondering when I am going to blog again. Well....here I am.
Sharing once again the events of my life, the soap opera that it may be. Thank goodness it has become a more normal life.
Anyway, I had a rather interesting weekend. Hartsul had a soccer tournament in Murfreesboro, Tenn. this weekend. Lindsey had already made plans to attend a friends Birthday/Halloween sleep over party, so I knew she was going to be taken care of and safe. This friend has a party every year and Lindsey really enjoys going because after the party they go to the Old Richarsville Bridge. It is an old one lane bridge the creaks and screaks as you drive across. The kids love driving across it after dark. People in the area tell stories of it being haunted. So Halloween is the perfect time to visit the bridge. The kids all walk across it trying to scare each other.
Since I knew that she was okay, Michael and I headed to Murfreesboro. We spent the weekend watching the games and spending some time together. It was really nice. Hartsul's team played really well. They actually beat one of the top teams. (Brentwood) They made it to the championship game and won second place in the tournament. Hartsul scored his third hat trick in the game against Brentwood.
Hartsul's grand parents live in Nashville, so they too attended the games. I have been around them at different times and they have been courtrous and polite, but still I have felt like an outsider.
Saturday, after the first game, we were invited to go to lunch with them. I was surprised that the invitation was given. Michael pulled me aside and told me that if I did not want to go that we would not, but we decided to go. It was nice. I was very much a part of the conversation, I was treated well and it was a pleasant lunch.
Before the summer, I would not have felt comfortable enough with myself to go to lunch with them, or Ingrid, for that matter. For me to have the confidence with myself to sit down for a meal and conversation with Michael's ex-wife and ex-in-laws, is truely a feat for me. It was a good experience.
I guess the events of the summer, painful and stressful as they were, have helped me to find the peace and confidence within myself to live my life and to be happy in my own skin. Life is good.............
Monday, October 22, 2007
I guess I should start off by saying, I LOVE ICE CREAM!!!!!
My all time favorite is Moose Tracks. Vanilla ice cream with chunks of chocolate and tiny peanut butter cups inside........it is awesome!!!
However, ice cream is a dairy product and dairy products and me just don't agree. (kind of rhymes doesn't it....LOL) Being lactose intolerant, ice cream is a big no no.
Sometimes, I just have to have it. Not always because things are going wrong, many times I just have a craving for it. Dad loved it and there was usually some form of it in the house. The ice cream sandwiches, the fudge bars or the gallon of Neapolitan ,which is the one I remember the most. In the winter as well as the summer.
Ice cream has been a big part of my life. It was very much a part of my childhood and is still something I very much enjoy. At times I want it and even though I know that if I eat it, I am most likely going to wish that I hadn't......I indulge. Every now and then I can have a small bowl or a cone and not be bothered by it, other times I am sick the rest of the day. Sometimes you just say, what the heck..........take the risk.
I guess it's the same with life,everyday we make choices......take the risk. Sometimes you get lucky and it turns out allright, sometimes it turns out to be a giant mistake, sometimes it becomes a learning experience, but still living is about taking the risks.