So don't clean up your sleeping bags.
And if it's really fun, maybe you guys can just move in with me!
I'm just going to keep Jack Johnson playing in the background so I can remember his stinkin' hot vampire face, (minus the pasty whitness and the creepiness and plus a super sexy five o'clock shadow). And hey, maybe we can have Banana pancakes for breakfast in his honor.
I'm sooooo excited for the RETREAT! What should we do? Hmmm? Hmmm? Hmmm?
Kristina P. thinks we should tp Dooce's blog. I'm scared though. Does anyone know her? Would she get mad? If we tp Dooce, then we might as well tp the Pioneer Woman too.
Hey maybe we can egg Funny Farmer's blog too. Egg out of love, of course.
Hey, can you guys take her this note for me, cause I haven't seen her for a while.
Dear Lisa, Are you mad at me? Yes or No? Please mark here. Love, Crash.
Don't tell her I sent you though, okay. PINKY PROMISE! Cross your heart, hope to die!
LY, LISA! MISS YOU!
Okay so let's catch up first. Today I had lunch at the beach house with my ILs and I finally realized why the church and why the older and wiser among us repeat the same things over and over. It's so we won't forget!
Today I got to hear the story about when my MIL started her . . . well, let's just say it's not her comma, but her . . .
I totally forgot about that story until her telling it jarred my memory of the other 97 times she told us what it was like to have your . . . well, not your comma, before they made Kotex. It's a particularly poigniant story when you're dipping your french fries into your ketsup.
And guess what else happened today. The old boat guy caught us for toilet papering his house and spray painting a shaka sign on his new/old boat. Now I have to do 100 hours of community service and force my mom to be his house slave.
But hey, maybe my mom will fall in love with him and then I can be Funny Farmer's evil step sister.
If she's not mad at me.
If she's mad at me I'll let her be the evil step sister.
So the OBG posted this cool picture here of Funny Farmer when she was a super star athlete in high school. She was #1 in the state.
Then check this out. New England Alyson posted this photo here of herself when she was living in England.
And look at me going into the same red telly tubby phone booth in London.
No wonder the invisible red thread brought us all together.
Okay, enough chit chat. Let's play truth or dare. As in I DARE you to tell the TRUTH.
And since this is a retreat, keep it HEALTHY. Retreats are more cleansing and cathartic than slumber parties, so as long as you keep it cleansing and cathartic, we're good.
Or you can just keep it real. Whatever.
Yesterday I took my son and 2 of Swirl's sons to the beach to go net fishing. Swirl and I trade off taking them every other day. The 2 older boys ran ahead with their fish bucket and net while her little 4 year old was trying to lug this gigantic bucket of water along the shore line. He could barely make it 2 steps before he had to rest. I smiled and said, do you want me to carry that for you? So I did.
After I carried it a ways I noticed it was full of empty water. No fish. Why carry a gigantic bucket of water with no fish? What's the point? So I said, hey, there's no fish in here, can I dump it out? So I did.
It made me think about life because everything makes me think about life.
Sometimes we have to help other people carry their burdens. And sometimes we have to help them see that their burdens are not necessary so they can dump them now. Let them go.
That's what retreats are for--to carry and dump.
So dump your bucket here. Or just tell someone else good job for dumping their bucket.
Here's my bucket.
I feel guilty about something.
I know I shouldn't, but I DO! And maybe if I were to look down I would realize I'm just carrying a bucket of empty water.
Ten years ago my sister, Melanie and I were pregnant at the same time. We each had a girl already. And I had a boy too. She found out she was having a boy. The I found out I was having twin boys.
I felt like I was one-upping her.
We both went into early labor. I gave birth to two 2 lb. baby boys at 29 weeks. It was touch-and-go and they spent 6 weeks in an incubator, but they pulled through.
My sister gave birth to her little boy at 24 weeks. Matthew. He only lasted 12 hours.
How come I get 2 boys and she gets none? That's NOT fair!
That's NOT right.
Why do I get three boys and she gets . . . none?
None is the loneliest number in the whole wide world.
I feel so sad for my sister.
I feel so sad for anyone who loses a child. I look at my children and I know it would cleft my heart in twain to lose any of them.
I wish I could give every parent who loses child a big hug and help them put their hearts back together.
How do you help someone put their heart back together?
Swirl's sister Emily lost a baby too. Gabriel.
She has created a beautiful, comforting, healing blog called Stepping Stones and Stumbling Blocks to help people carry their bucket or empty their bucket and put their hearts back together. You absolutely MUST check it out. Even if you haven't lost a child.
I love that she did that.
LY Emily! LY Melanie! LY Gabriel and Matthew!
And I'm so sorry for your loss.
Now Swirl does something really sweet for people. She writes the names of the lost children in the sand. It makes me verclempt to see it.
Make sure to read the sidebar if you want to be verclempt too.
And if you've lost a child, maybe Swirl will write their name in the sand for you. It doesn't cost anything. Just love.
I feel lighter now.
Mahalo for letting me say what I needed to say.
Okay, your turn
P.S. Click on Jack Johnson song #9. If I could That's my song for Melanie and Emily. And anyone else who has lost a child.