I ran into these lads in town (Aylesbury) and just thought how cool they looked in there uniform. Every school has uniform in England and I love the sense of belonging you get when you see someone in your colors. Like when I see someone in scrubs I feel grateful, fireman, I feel flustered, police I feel guilty (why is that?) someone in pj's and an ugly tshirt I think SAH mom :) I was impressed at how these "super cool" chaps let me take a snap or 2. I really am a fan of school uniform, it saves on money and decisions.
What a day! I have had a great day! We started out at a mission fairwell for my good friend Jo Ellens son Matt. He's headed to Conneticut. I have known her since I first moved to Utah. She could see past my extremely strange style of dress and funky hair and thick accent which caused Boyd to need to translate half the time and we became good buds. Kids grow and lives change and we have stayed there for each other, celebrating and sometimes supporting. She inspires me, she has met many challenges head on and keeps ploughing. Then we had dinner with some other friends, Whit and Lauren. He was a missionary in London when I left and threw me a going away party, we were right there waiting when he returned from his mission along with Lauren who is also from England and they are happily married with 3 awesome, fun kids. I am so impressed that despite Whit's crazy, wacky childhood, he is a stellar man and takes great care of his family. I got home, feeling blessed and relieved that i have happy friends when so many of mine are not and then had a chat with 2 more of my nearest and dearest. Jen from England, my sister, my rock and Sherry my Scottish bud who tells it like it is too. Both really struggling yet ploughing through also. I just hoped on facebook and saw all these comments from people who love there family and who appreciate the good things around them I feel so lucky to have so many solid people in my life. People who live by principles, people who take whats thrown at them and do there best, people who work hard to be better and don't blame anyone else for there lives. I love them and feel better because I know them.
Maybe someone besides me.... So for 12 years my hubby and I have been hosting parties. Everything from neighborhood bbq's,sorry to see you leave, Halloween pot lucks, huge New year to do's and even a kicking Mardi gras on my lovers birthday. I know there's a fair few out there who have attended one of these shin digs although very few read my blog "thankfully" since it was originally dedicated to "telling it like it is". Well today this blog returns to it's roots so feel free to stop reading because right now I am .........not happy! I am sick of reading blogs and facebook status reports on everyones fun superbowl party activities and wonder why I am home eating 100 weight watcher points by myself! Where's my freakin invite??????????? I have spent a small fortune over the years on food, decorations and fireworks, even rented sound systems and kareoke machines only to receive this massive "screw you" from everyone who has failed to say "we include you as our friend" Well thanks. and Yes it does hurt!!! GO STEELERS!!