This month has been one of reflection for me. Not just because I spent time with my good friends from childhood last weekend, but there was also Veteran’s Day. The anniversary of my brother’s death always puts me into the mode of looking back as do the holidays. On Thanksgiving, I made two of my mother’s traditional recipes and there’s nothing better to take you back than a traditional recipe.
Then there was news of Prince William’s engagement. As one of the newscasters said when the news broke, “There are those of us at a certain age that remember the engagement and wedding of Prince William’s parents, Charles and Diana.”
I was a 17-year-old junior in high school when Charles and Diana became engaged in the winter of 1981. My life was not unlike other teenagers at the time. I was going to school, working part time, participating in drill team, making time to spend with Dale and looking forward to my life after high school.
This past weekend was the weekend for our now annual slumber party with Lora and Shelly, two friends I went so school with.
Last year, I wrote about the Slumber Party at Campbell Town, which we held here overnight. I hadn’t seen either of my friends since graduation 27 years before.
Last year was all about getting to know one another again and getting caught up on a lifetime of living since graduation night in 1982. I’m sure all of us were a little apprehensive about what to expect after so many years. When we settled into our friendships as if we had never been apart, we realized how much we still enjoyed each other and decided to expand it to two nights and make our reunion an annual event.
This year, it was less about catching up on old times and more about making new memories. But it was also about getting away from the stresses of adult life and there's no better way to do it than with friends I knew before responsibility and stress.
We decided to take our slumber party to Branson, Mo., where we could enjoy the holiday lights and festivities. The city is a great one for a girl friend’s getaway anytime of the year, but the holidays just makes it quite magical.
Upon first glance, it may not appear as such in the picture, but this is actually a glass half full story.
Take one wet mountain road, darkness and a slick curve and you have the recipe for potential disaster.
I’m not happy about my 22-year-old Baby Blazer, which was in near mint condition before I left home Tuesday evening.
I’m thankful this is the worst of it. I wasn’t going fast when I hit the other truck and he was also not injured. (Our friends tell Dale and I we drive like old people and one friend even refuses to let me drive because I go “too slow”).
It wasn’t until we got home Tuesday night that Dale said, “Well, it could have been worse. That truck may not have been there at all.”
Last year, I wrote about learning to share the remote with my husband in Our Little House.
That hasn’t changed; we typically don’t have a lot of time during the evenings or even on weekends to watch much.
The problem seems to arise after hours, when I want to go to bed and Dale decides he wants to stay up and watch a movie or finish a show he’s already started.
This becomes a problem because I have trouble sleeping through the night; I’ve become an ultra light sleeper and have had this issue since we moved. It becomes worse when the lights or television are on, even on a low volume.
Close the bedroom door?