Thursday, February 21, 2008
Yes you read the title correctly and no I am not pregnant. But, I did get asked yesterday when my due date was. Yes, you also read that correctly. I was standing at the Lancome counter yesterday afternoon, looking to spend a little of my fun money. I mean, there I was looking at lip gloss,when the make-up girl turns to me and asks "When are you due?". Well, my face got very hot and I told her that I wasn't with child, just (apparently) a little chunky. Then she starts to apologize profusely which leaves me in the awkward position of havening to reassure her that "it's fine", "it could happen to anyone" " it's no big deal". But what I'm really thinking is, I will NEVER wear this shirt again and I need to hit the gym a lot harder tomorrow. So, I just paid for my make-up and tried not to jab whatever makeup brush was closest to me, in my heart. I'm being dramatic, but unless this has never happened to you then you won't really understand the pain. I do, however, hope one of two things though. That, one, this never happens to you, and two, you never ask a woman who is not pregnant if she is.
Thursday, February 14, 2008
I talked to my very angry and hurt older sister yesterday evening. I knew that she and my mom hadn't spoken in about a month now, and I hadn't talked to her in probably longer than a month. So I was a bit shocked to see her calling, to say the least. I debated whether I should answer the phone, not wanting to be disloyal to my mom, but I went ahead and took the call. I was really not prepared for what she told me. This whole time, I thought my sister, Holly, was the one at fault with the way things were going with the two of them. But it turns out, my mom is not so innocent herself. According to my sister, she has been pretty unloving towards her. Now, I'm not about to sit here and pretend my mom is a perfect mother. She was pretty terrible to me after I got engaged and not much better on my wedding day, but that's all water under the bridge now. I guess I'm still a little shocked that she has been behaving this way towards my sister. And all this time, I have been siding with her! The thing about is, I'm not sure who to believe. They are both exaggerators to the extreme and very, very emotional and sensitive. But I am just hating this. I hate when there is any kind of fighting going on. I hate it. And I don't know what to do. I guess the obvious answer is nothing, but I'm just not that kind of girl. I want to fix things and counsel people and make things better. I just don't think I am going to be able to any of those things this time. All I can do is pray. Pray that they would both come to their senses and both realize how much they stand to loose by behaving this way. But for now, I feel pretty awful about it. And there is no way around that.
Monday, February 4, 2008
Today, two years ago I married my true love. It really feels like yesterday that the big day was approaching and I was about to become Mrs. Chris Richardson. It was a crazy day to say the least. My family was a mess and I was really just wanting the whole day to hurry and start so it could all be over. Now all of that seems so trivial, because I know understand how little a wedding actually has to do with a marriage. Sure it's great and all, but it's not everything. Just a jumping off point really. I am surprised how much my love for Chris grows with every passing day. I couldn't be happier with where we are in life and can't wait for what's ahead. I love you Chris Gene Richardson. You are my best friend and my favorite person in the world. Happy Anniversary!