I have this group (OK, two isn't a group) of friends, who so far I haven't frightened into protective custody as the result of my train wreck of a life.
I do have a tendency these days to keep some of the more gory aspects of my past, present and future between myself and Mother Theresa of Calcutta...Oh, wait she died.
Um...I write about stuff just not HERE, but I'll try to be intriguing none-the-less less.
Yesterday, for the first time in four months I did something social with these friends. That may sound absurd to the majority of you, but I'm an isolator.
Twas that Mer-boy were not in so many extra curricular related school activities, and now summer also...I'd be digging a hole to deposit my head (you thought I was gonna say eggs, uh huh) all Ostrich-style.
The only Arts Festival I really enjoy with Mer is this weekend The Paseo Arts Festival whoops it up!
My friend Brian, was having an open house at his design studio "Ghost Design". There was free food, drinks, and a really nice potty, so we went.
Besides the amenities and uber asthetics, Brian is funny as hell.
This is a rather slimming picture of Brian...don't you think?
I'm going to introduce you now, to the "Mother of the Year", (in Apostol's world) Mrs. Ms., uuuh, Miss Lara! Formerly an OTR Pro Trucker, Miss Lara left it all behind to birth that youngin'. Miss Lara loves "Pre-70's Elvis", "Bay City Rollers", and "The Jonas Brothers". Is into all things Harley and Davidson, digs Frida as much as I do. (except her mother was kind enough not to place "Self-portrait w/monkey" above HER crib, so mines more of an ISSUE than a DIGS)
There is Cheryl.
Cheryl is beautiful, kind, compassionate, keeps me on track when I start thinking I am the sun. (that's me in the picture next to Cheryl) Cheryl is tolerant of others (OK, me) and knows that she knows that she doesn't know squat. Her heart is made of platinum, (as is Lara's) and watching these women struggle with the same feeeelings I do is helping annihilate my terminal uniqueness.
We try to achieve the same goals "Laughter at our insane lives, so as to not flood lake Havasu" (seeing that we're nowhere near Havasu...can you imagine?)
Sew, we do the best we have with what we have. Someday's better than others and yes I know I spelled so like sew.
Dang.
Life is changing, moving in summery directions. Faith, not fear will provide.
Real and true will guide.
Learning to love again takes courage.
Courage isn't the absence of fear.
It's havin' bitchin' shoes and being able to wear them well.
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