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Paper girls know how to party!
You may have noticed the spa girl in my header this month. That’s my nod to my birthday that is coming up next Monday. I’m not really going to a spa for my birthday but a girl can day dream, right? I’m saving the spa party for my 40th which is totally right around the corner. Yikes. I’m going to be thirty-seven, can you believe it?
Anyway, I was going to invite a few girlfriends with daughters to a local fruity-tooty nail salon for girls for my birthday but everybody up and had plans already. So I decided that I’m going to throw myself a virtual party with paper dolls! Bug’s really been into paper dolls lately so I thought it would be cool to make myself a paper doll. (Not anatomically correct, of course.) That way I could pose myself relaxing with a big fat fruity drink.
Would you like to join me? Cut Virtual Brenda out, make yourself a fruity drink and stick some cucumbers on your eyes. It’s fun! I apologize for the twenty minutes it will take you to cut all those curves but hey think of those twenty minutes as a little escape from your real life. Maybe tomorrow I’ll design us a trip to Spain in a Vespa!
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No camp for us
Sigh. My mom is taking my niece Rapunzel up north to a Bible camp in the mountains that I used to attend when I was a teenager. It’s the last year that this camp is going to be held there (the amazing hosts are retiring) and it hurts me that I can’t join them.
I was going to join them. Bug and I were all excited about going “camping.” I couldn’t wait to show her all the things that I remember so fondly from that camp but…it just didn’t work out. There were a few key variables (time, money, a blessing from Toby) that, no matter how we reworked the plans, just weren’t happening.
I could have squeezed it together, borrowed some funds from overdraft (nothing new to me) and probably made it work but I’ve done that too many times. I’ve come to the point in my life where I’m realizing that wanting something really bad isn’t always enough to make it work. I’ve forced trips like this before and come home regretting them.
So we’re not going. It makes me sad. My mom is packing up her SUV (in between about a thousand phone calls from my Dad) as I type this and I know that if I were going I could help her in so many ways. But it just wasn’t meant to be. We’re staying home and having a nice little Fourth-of-July celebration with Toby, just us three. It will be okay.
