ReneeLouvier
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That ending line about "This has been an obilgotry (sic) once-per-week posting of the owner of The RHLC!" was a complete JOKE!Ilikemuppets said:That's okay Sara, It's your club and if your busy then we understand. But we're always glad to see you when ever your are here, though.

I'm finally back to some normalancy around here. Mom is pretty much able on her own, after about 5 weeks or so of healing. It's been tough, but after 3 weeks of her absolutely crying everytime she moved; (which really had it's toll on me, because everytime she cried it felt to me like I had done something to make her cry!) she hasn't cried since those first 3 weeks though.
So, it's slow going...and whenever we go to Wal-Mart she still needs a Mart-Cart. (One of those electro-scooter things they let the disabled people drive around in) That thing goes as fast as I normally walk (which is at a nice clip actually), but normally I go at her walking pace...which is slower then normal. >>
I'll let it be known I'm not the most healthy person on the face of the planet! And my bodies still recupurting (sic) from those HCV treatments....and well, 3-4 hours of walking at a fast clip around Wal-Mart getting stuff....it makes the FEET ACHE! I'm not really, tired; per se, but my feet hurt like all getout!
My friend Katie had her wedding shower today. She's 18 years old and I've known her since she was 3 and I was 5.
Our friendship is like if Miss Piggy crossed with Rowlf, was best friends with Scooter crossed with Animal! (She's Miss Piggy/Rowlf, I'm Scooter/Animal!)
It's weird. I was...I am so happy about her getting married and everything. But I just....I was sobbing on the way home from her shower. I'm a 20 year old woman. Already engaged myself, and I felt....jealous. I don't normally feel jealousy! Or at least I don't know I feel it. That's just not one emotion I feel that easily. And I had a wonderful time, got to see all the stuff she got. Lots of nice kitchen stuff. (Her husband-to-be is in Culinary Arts School, so we have lots to talk about when the three of us get together!)
I graduated 2 years before her. She made lots of friends in the last two years of high school. (She's since graduated last May.) Partly because of my illness, and partly because I was pretty much stuck at home during the school year....I didn't see much of her. Mom was so busy with school and all; we hardly ever went to church! So....I saw much less of her. We were still best friends! We've been through fights, hissy fits, burning down part of her woods, getting caught smoking...just a lot that might have torn lesser friends apart; but we didn't budge. We'd hate each other for awhile....then we'd come back together again, as we'd always had.
But....this time....she's getting married. Changing her name. And within a year (or less even!) she'll be moving away.
So what? It's only a couple hours drive away! In Charleston no less. But still....that's a lot of distance for me.
I felt like odd woman out at her shower today. All her friends shoved into a corner, I had come late; so I sat beside Katie on one of the three seats. She saw what I had gotten for her. (A gift card to Wal-Mart for $10, I wrote a small poem for her; and had gotten a Black 'n Mild cigar for her hubby. [He smokes occasionally.] And had gotten a funny cute card.) She looked at them, smirked and started laughing happily when she saw the cigar; then read the poem; and gave me a tight hug.
Then, she turned right back to the group of friends in the corner, and kept talking to them....almost like nothing had happened it seemed.
I'm probably drawing it out, or my mind was taking it out on a completely random tanget...but it hurt. I wanted to ask how she was doing, what kinds of gifts she had gotten. But I ended up sitting there...in pratical silence while her friends and all the other women chatted away. If something funny was said that I caught; (I'm partially deaf in one ear, and my good ear is clogged up.

It really wasn't until nearly an hour had passed, when almost everyone had left. It was just me, and Katie. My Mom had asked if Katie wanted us to leave, cause we weren't going to stay for church (the shower was a drop-in at our Preacher's house and it was from 3-5pm. Church was at 6.) Katie looked back at my Mom and feverently said "No!"
And we sat together on the small loveseat and chatted away for about 20 minutes. Because it was just us. I could hear what she was saying, and she showed me every piece and part of gift that she got too. We relished in private laughter over a piece of lingere that she was given! We smiled as she pulled out the handmade quilt, made for a queen-sized bed. We merely sat in silence...knowing what the other was thinking for the most part.
That made this day the best. Just enjoying the company of an old friend, who no matter what comes between us; will always be there for the other.