My husband and I are currently sharing a car, which would be fantastic if 1) it were by choice and 2) if my husband was currently working in the same state. All last week he was in Las Vegas with the car, and the kids and I were here at home. (I had to try really hard not to type "trapped here" at home.)
It was a really long week.
One afternoon after I had already lost the will to shower and dress myself because obviously I would never get the opportunity to leave the house ever ever ever again, the doorbell rang.
It was a really long week.
One afternoon after I had already lost the will to shower and dress myself because obviously I would never get the opportunity to leave the house ever ever ever again, the doorbell rang.
It was a friend who lives around the corner. She said, "I read on your blog that you had kind of a tough time the other day and thought you could use some chocolate." And then she handed me a plate of frosted chocolate brownies and went on her way.
!!! !! !!!!!
You guys. Remember how I was all embarrassed that I'd told people about my blog? Remember how I thought that was a bit hasty?
SO. NOT. HASTY.
!!! !! !!!!!
You guys. Remember how I was all embarrassed that I'd told people about my blog? Remember how I thought that was a bit hasty?
SO. NOT. HASTY.
I'm wondering if this is what life would be like if I sometimes used the phone to communicate with people and let them know what was going on in my life. I'm used to just randomly running into people and talking to them in person - at book club, girls night out, at church or around the neighborhood. Do people bring you chocolate in exchange for communicating with them in a regular type fashion? Because I might have to rethink the whole phone phobia thing if that is the case.
(Does that make you want to punch me, with the sappiness? I'm sorry. I can't help it. I have given myself over to the sap.)
Chocolate or no chocolate, I'm so delighted every time I see an old friend, every time I renew an acquaintance, every time I realize I get another chance to know these people.
It's so, so good to be home.
P.S. We rented a car for two days this week so I'm no longer TOTALLY housebound. Whew.
Darn it, no one is bringing me brownies. Or offering to clean my refrigerator, for that matter. Maybe I should complain a bit more.
ReplyDeleteYay! There's no place like home. :0)
ReplyDeleteMaybe you should mention your dire need for a Hermes scarf or Manolos. :-)
ReplyDeleteI'm so glad that things are really starting to look up for you. I just wish someone would bring me something yummy to eat!!
ReplyDeleteWow, if I knew that telling people about my blog could score me some brownies, I might actually let my neighbors know about it.
ReplyDeleteBut then I wouldn't be able to write about them.
It sounds like you have great neighbors!
"Does that make you want to punch me, with the sappiness"
ReplyDeleteNope, it makes me want to cheer, because you guys have been through enough. Yay!
Plus, I don't think you will find fish on the sidewalks in Utah.
I thought you were going to say someone brought you a car.
ReplyDeleteI was going to be even more jealous than I already am.
I want brownies. That I didn't make.
Hey this might be the time to mention the Dyson, eh?
ReplyDeleteSo happy that you are feeling more peaceful. Chocolate does have that effect. :)
Glad to see someone else has neuroses too! It's always nice to know that you are loved. And yes, using the phone more to whine will bring you brownies. Give it a try. Don't know about the Manolos or Hermes scarves but then my friends are only so rich.
ReplyDeleteChocolate makes the world go round. Especially dark chocolate.
ReplyDeleteAnd I am just so happy for you, you are back where you need and want to be. I can just hear the satisfaction and rightness in the tones of your post, and it just makes me smile. :)
Sue,
ReplyDeleteI don't think that you are flaky or flighty. And I don't think that your friends/neighbors/churchgoers do either. Someone who is flaky or flighty just forgets to pay the mortage payment, even though they have the money and whoops, they get their house taken away.
Did you plan to have problems or plan to loose you house? No one plans that, crap just happens sometimes. And your friends/neighbors/churchgoers/blogsalkers(me:)) know that too because crap happens to all of us sometimes and we just can't help us.
So...WELCOME HOME! Even if you don't have a car...
I've got you beat - THREE PEOPLE brought brownies to me today.
ReplyDeleteNever mind the nagging little detail that they are for my husband to take up to girl's camp tonight.
I can pretend they were really for me, can't I?
Maybe you'll score a car! It could happen.
ReplyDeleteBTW, remember all those people you love who are imperfect? (That'd pretty much be everybody.) They are wonderful in spite of their imperfections--so are you. We all are. (Except for the jerks, not them so much.)
Wow! That's so cool that she did that!! I agree, fellowship among us women is so...satisfying.
ReplyDeleteI'm so happy for you! So, so happy!!
ReplyDeleteAlmost the same thing happened to me. And one of your posts inspired it! You were talking about things you want and being your usual funny self. I attempted the same:
ReplyDeletehttp://amayzing-family.blogspot.com/2008/05/veruca-salt.html
Then this happened: http://amayzing-family.blogspot.com/2008/06/sometimes-just-sometimes-you-get-what.html
Congrats on being home. And getting some first class blogging benefits. I'm still waiting for mine!
ReplyDeleteBrownies? That's amazing. I wish someone would bring me brownies.
ReplyDeletewe did the one-car-thing for 7 years in our marriage! My husband just bought his own car, and it's heaven. I hear ya sister, it sucks having only one car!
ReplyDeleteI totally do not think you're flaky or flighty. I DO think that you deserve the love you've been given.
ReplyDeleteAnd I so badly want to crawl my sad bod into your neighborhood and suck up some lovin myself. Um, not in a creepy way. Kinda more like an orphaned puppy way.
Awww, what a sweet friend to do something so thoughtful for you. Just soak it in, woman...that's one of those wonderful blessings in life, and after all you've been through, someone thought you needed a lift...a little 'welome home'.
ReplyDeleteSomeone brought brownies to me at my house but it took having a kid near death in the PICU, so not really worth the trade off. He will be ok, and at 14 maybe he is not a kid.
ReplyDeleteGlad everyone is welcoming you. I love the story from Sis. Hinkley about when a friend of hers played the piano is RS. Her friend made several mistakes, but they all loved her all the more for it. Don't you think your friends will like you even more knowing that you are human like them?
Bring on the sappiness - at times like this it only makes us smile :)
ReplyDeleteI've gotten chocolate in mail from blogging buddies before. Blogging = chocolate. Who knew?
ReplyDeleteReading this makes me so happy for you! How wonderful to be able to live in such a lovely place and be so warmly accepted and appreciated. My husband and I would LOVE to move to Utah were it in our means. Not based on what you've said, but that sure does add to the myriad of reasons that I want to do it!
ReplyDeleteToday your little Carter told me all about your "beautiful, new, white car that is so cool." He is going to be very surprised when it disappears in a couple of days.
ReplyDeleteI'm so happy that you're so happy. And I'm very jealous of your brownies. And A WEEK AT HOME WITH THE KIDS WITH NO CAR!!!!!! Holy cruel and unusual punishment batman.
ReplyDeleteI wish I was there to bring you brownies!
ReplyDeleteSharing a car is horrible, I'm so sorry. Call me if you need to go somewhere, really, I have nothing going on this week at all.
ReplyDeleteI also want to say that people, in real life at least, like you because you like them. I don't meant that's the only reason they like you. But you are open and friendly to people, and you are so honest about who you are, and people like that. How could people not respond to that.
So if I talk about how crappy (literally) the potty training is going...will I get cookies? ;)
ReplyDeleteyou are so funny! I wish someone would bring me brownies. I need to move to Utah cause Vegas sucks! LOL
ReplyDeleteI'm so glad you're back. So glad that I've already met you for lunch, our kids are best friends, and introduced our husbands...oh well. Uhm. Welcome back anyway!
ReplyDeleteI really love to read your blog. You make me laugh, cry, wish I was your best friend. Happy to have you back in Utah. Maybe I'll bump into you at the local Walmart or Costco. You are quite the celebrity, so get your autographing hand ready.
ReplyDeleteEvery once in a while, I find your blog. And I think, "Why don't I read this regularly? She is great!" And I think "I should put her on my bloglines."
ReplyDeleteAnd then I click a link and my mind goes to the other 54 things I said "I should" about.
Today, I'm hoping that after I sign in my username and password, I can hold onto my resolve long enough to paste your address in my bloglines.
I like you.
My 18 yr old is a great baker. If I hint that I would like brownies when I get home from work tonight, she would probably make some. However, Hubby is 90 pounds over his idea weight, so we won't make any until a weekday when I am home and he isn't. Then I pack him one for his lunch and we eat the rest. Mmm, Ghiradelli triple chocolate chunk brownies mix from costco. :)
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