It seems that as soon as I walked up the stairs to say “I do,” I began a lifetime of cliff jumping. Oh, this is nothing that I would have chosen for myself as I’m not one for change, but God has since had other plans for me. Cliff jumping has now become a way of life for me.
This is the latest cliff jumping experience. I myself am not the writer unlike that of my sister and my mother. In fact, as I read their blogs, Joel suggested that I start to blog in an effort to release some of the feelings that have begun to well up inside of me. My life hasn’t been normal since I married and thus Mom reaffirmed that I ought to blog. So here it is.
I finally agreed to make dinner for some friends while they are dealing with a recent surgery in their family. I called today to make sure the time for delivery was okay as well as the menu, of which everything that I had planned was fine. I had begun making the dinner a few nights ago so it wouldn’t all hit at once. I thought I was home free. That was until about a half hour before I was to deliver the meal. My friend called and said that they were back in the hospital and wouldn’t be home to get the meal. I was completely deflated. Now I had a full course meal left over and it wasn’t nearly on our diet. Frustrated, I fixed our plates and began our dinner on what was the left overs from their dinner. Dinner confirmed that I had done well which was comforting but still a little aggravating.
So I will end my day playing SSX3 – the snowboarding Ps2 game Joel has gotten me hooked upon. Maybe my next post will be more informative and more intriguing. Cliff jumping is still an art that I’m perfecting. It’s good to know that I’m still a work in progress.
