Tangle of Thorns

This week, a friend of mine from childhood committed suicide. We'd drifted apart. Lost touch.... were friends on facebook to keep better touch. It sucks. When I think about it too much, a few tears fall. Her memorial is on Friday... I don't think I'll be able to go. I'm working the night before, and it's a drive. I think I'll regret not going. This makes me sick inside. That is all. So final. No more choices, no more chances, just gone. Too sad.

It's been one year since I last wrote. I'm still working nights, the hubby is still a full time college student and out of work. We're still making it. Live in the same house, have the same sweet dog.... Not much has changed, or has it? Let's see. I'm 25 now, isn't that supposed to be a "wise old age"? I seem to remember being a kid and thinking that people in their 20's must have it all figured out. News flash - they're still winging it. My mom was 25-ish when she had my sister. I think of where I'm at now, and though I'd love to have a baby on the way, I'm in no way smarter or more prepared to be a parent than I was 2 or even 5 years ago. Perhaps I have more life experience to draw on, but that definitely doesn't make me have any more answers. I've made some new friends this year. Time will tell how long those relationships will be, but they're nice and wonderful and hopefully worth the time invested. I've also lea...