Last weekend we loaded up and head to my hometown. I don’t have many pictures as we were busy making memories. We went to a fall festival where I learned Ian loves bouncy castles and doesn’t like snow cones. Then there was a birthday party where Ian threw a fit before we got in the door. Once he got over it, we had some pizza and fun. Then not enough time with Pop and Nonnie. Ian is still talking about Nonnie blowing bubbles in the house. What was suppose to be a quick stop off to see Aunt Cindy turned into an afternoon playing with cousins. Where Ian learned how to swing on a rope swing and got a little dirty. Over all it was a great weekend, I miss my family. I wish we could see them more often.
Only a few bars had played and I was already in a different place. I could hear the breaking of pool balls in my head quickly followed with laughter at how awful my break was. How is it that one song can take me back to the summer on 04 and being 19, with no real worries. At the time my heart and mind were recovering from what I now realize is heartbreak. I filled my days with work, friends, and lots of shenanigans. That was the summer I took my first drink, subsequently my first hangover. I remember thinking that at the beginning of summer how exciting it was that all of my girlfriends and I would be in the same town again. Only to realize we weren’t the same girls who left it the fall before. Getting the sighs and dirty looks for rolling in 15 mins late to Sunday school with wet hair, and then the comment of “Bobbi you live right next door, can we try to be on time next Sunday”.
I remember lusting after guy who worked at a local ranch. Finally connecting with him to realize, that I didn’t want to be that kind of girl. Being rescued from an awkward situation by the person who you least expect because it always seemed to happen that way.
Fall rolled around again; jobs changed, classes started, and losing touch with people. Funny to think that at that time what I wanted most wasn’t that far away. I had already met him at that point.
This was much better when I was writing it in my head, in the car on the way to pick up Ollie’s smash cake.
The gravel crunch as I turned onto the road that weaves in between the headstones of many peoples loved ones. I wish I didn’t have to make the turn into the cemetery that is the final resting place of many friends and family. Especially today he was too young, he had barely started living.
I hate returning home only to say good bye, I feel like the last few times I have made the journey has been for the same thing. To say good bye, the tiny pink and maroon room of the funeral home full of people I know. All of us there again to let go of someone too soon taken. Hush whispers filling the room as we all catch up while still maintain the somber atmosphere.
It is draining, on my already fragile mental state. I don’t know what to do or how to say good bye yet again.
Ever since that fall in 1992 when she walked in to Mrs. McConnell’s class and Bean and I fought over giving her a tour of the school we been friends. Lou is Ian Godmother, my partner in crime in high school and college, and now that friend that you know will always be there.
We have been through a lot in all these years, I think if you ask her what she will never forget there are a few stories that come to mind. Driving up literally seconds after my first car accident, I hadn’t even turned on the flashers yet. I remember as I opened the car door to get out hearing Thank God she isn’t hurt from Suzanne and Laura squealing. Before I could get the door open though I remember Suzanne telling Lou to go check on me and Lou saying no I am afraid she will be dead. Hence now once I leave their house I still have call when I get where I am going. Then there is the time she slept in the Trauma ICU waiting room after my 3rd and worst wreck. Or the numerous trips she made with me and my mom to the the ER when I hurt myself (in jr. high and high school).
I have a few favorite memories of Lou, but I think the best is the time she broke her arm at my house and while my mom was on the phone with her mom asking which hospital she wanted her taken too. She was upset we weren’t doing anything and started screaming Call the cops, Call an ambulance, Call Someone Who Cares. The next part is very mean but all my mom, her mom and I could do was laugh. Then there is the night after my 21st birthday where I was still hungover and in Casey’s bed while she went to a party down the street. She tried to fight with a girl 3 times her size to defend me and then after getting drug away from the party came and and told me to smell her upper lift cause she took a shot off the shot block(Sorry Suzanne butt at least in her state she remembered to defend me).
So I can’t see what the future holds for our friendship, I hope that our babies grow up being good friends.
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About a month ago (yes) I am that behind. Casey, Ian and I headed to my hometown for Ian’s Godfather’s wedding. We had a blast catching up with old friends, I wish that I could say that that I heard their vow’s but Ian decided the second that the wedding was starting that it was time to talk. I love going to events like these where you catch up with people you have been missing. For the rest of the pictures from that day Click Here.
Some of the things you never want to hear are, are you sitting down, now don’t panic: cause you know news that you are about to recieve is news you don’t want to hear. That is what happened to me tonight, my step mom called me to tell me that my Daddy had been in a car accident and they were taking him to hospital via ambulance and she was 15 minutes behind him. That was all she really knew and that the guy that had hit him had drove off but had lost a lincense plate and they were trying to track him down. So I raced to find shoes, socks and get out the door leaving Casey in the middle of fixing dinner and Ian in the middle of a meltdown (I think he coudl feel that I was upset). So after what felt like forever but was record time I made it to down town Ft. Worth from Dallas (there was very little traffic suprisingly). To find my dad awake, talking, and about to have some test done. So I went out to the waiting room to sit with my family (my daddy is the oldest of 5 and the only son) while out there my Aunts lovingly picked at me, I got to catch up with a couple of cousins. Once all the test were done they said he was very lucky and could go home, just take it easy and rest. After hearing from my one of my Aunts who drove past it(not realizing it was my Daddy’s Car, he had already been take from the scene) and My stepmom my Daddy is very lucky. If there would have been a passenger they would be dead. Also I would like to thank one of my former classmates mom who was one of the first on the scene, for trying to help my Daddy and in the process breakign her own ankle. To the ASS that hit my Daddy and drove off, I understand accidents happen that I am not upset about (heck I have been in my fair share). It is the driving off that pisses me off, you are one lucky SOB to be in jail because if I had my way I would string you up and let the county see you for the ball less coward that you are. You better be glad my Daddy’s ok, otherwise the wrath of my family would have been painful. Also would it have killed you to at least called for help before you abandoned him alone and out of it in his car?
*To my readers this post is a release of my feelings, so please forgive me for mispellings and such.