I grew them myself

07 24 09'

Written by Jeni Angel

3 Pokes

A few hours ago, I was hit with the sads.

I don’t know what happened. I was actually in a pretty good mood today. Last night I found out I helped my neighbor get a job, I had a great conversation with Heidi and I got my Starbucks this morning, even though the Bellevue Art Fair tried to stop me. I imed with Kristy about our big baby shower plans this weekend and chatted with my sister about going to the movies tonight.

I was sitting at my desk, scanning some paperwork and after I scan it, I usually name it by “Last Name, Date, Title of Paperwork”. When I typed the date, my heart started racing a bit and I looked at my calendar. What I was looking for wasn’t there: Brad Renfro’s name on July 25th. He would have been 27. I find it weird that I remember his birthday. I also think I am a little strange that his death still makes me sad.

After that, I couldn’t shake the sads. The settled into my stomach and made a home. With everything going on with Joe, it’s easy to find fuel.

I need to make a plan. A plan for Michael being gone. I am afraid if I don’t I will slip into the Swamp of Sadness and be lost forever more.

Category:

Miscellaneous, sad lou

Pokes on: "I grew them myself" (3)

  1. KH said:
    July 24, 2009 at 5:53 pm

    So wait, what does “I grew them myself” refer to? I always say that when a dullard compliments me on my breastesses.

  2. KH said:
    July 24, 2009 at 5:54 pm

    BTW, I hope you’re feeling better … you sound happy over on Facebook. :-)

  3. Jeni Angel said:
    July 25, 2009 at 9:47 am

    I guess I meant I grew the sads myself. I used that saying about a lot of things, even things I didn’t grow, like my cats :-)

    And yes, I ended up having a great night, thanks for asking!