random stuff

My younger daughter is eighteen today.  I love her so much.  She’s just awesome.  She’ll start college in just over a month.  I’m so proud of her.

My older daughter will start her junior year in college in just over a month – in another state.  I am so proud of her, too, but I will miss her.  A lot.  A LOT!!!  And, of course, I will worry about her, although I know I really shouldn’t.  But I will.  I think it is a mommy thing.

I just found out that my sister-in-law has a staph infection so I am a little worried about her.   She seems to be getting better, but staph is a tough thing, so I hope she will be o.k.

My husband sulked all day yesterday after our conversation Thursday night (previous post), although he would probably deny sulking.  Today he didn’t mention a thing about the conversation.

His mother is in the hospital again, so I feel bad for her.

Today I said good by to a dear friend of mine who leaves Tuesday to go to Zambia for two years to serve in the Peace Corps.  I am so very proud of him, but I will also miss him very much.  If I had a son, I would wish for my son to be a lot like this young man.

I wonder if there will ever be a man who truly loves me in my life?  I want to be with someone, but I am afraid of making a mistake again.  I wonder if any man could love me, would love me?  I wonder if there is even any point in me wondering this?

The little kitten’s name is Aslan.  He is absolutely adorable.  I think he is nine weeks old now.  He’s gained ten ounces in the week since I found him!  I read on-line that kittens normally gain about three ounces a week, so I guess he was close to starving.  He is so cute and so much fun to watch.  It’s kind of funny that I like him so much, because while I’m o.k. with cats, I don’t usually like them this much.  I think this has a lot to do with the fact that I am allergic to cats.  And even though I am allergic to this little guy, too, it hasn’t stopped me from adoring him.

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