okay, several people have pointed out to me that H might not hate the pics, he might just be sad that he isn't in there. a good friend of mine said the picture made her sad at first...there is a spot between S5 and D3 that is empty, like its where he should be, next to me. maybe he saw it that way. maybe he's sad that I didn't ask him along on the shoot. maybe.
the thing is, I don't know. so I need to stop dumping on myself and trying to second guess his reasons, because i don't know.
he sounded sad on the phone tonight when he called to say goodnight to the kids. we were busy here, and a bit distracted, but I stil asked how his day was (big news)...not great, apparently, but he seemed happy I asked. I said he must be psyched about the game on thursday...big deal, his first w.s. game to go to and all that. he said he was bummed because he could only get one ticket. he was hoping for two, since his buddy was in town from western upstate ny. he was hoping the two could go. instead he's stuck with a bunch of work aquaintences.
see, again, me jumping to conclusions that ow would be with him.
need to stop that. on all counts. I know why everyone says I need to get my focus off of him and put it on myself. I am not doing very good with that, but here is another reminder as to why.
having a quiet night. put the uk office christmas special in, just kind of vegging and like I told mk, taking the night off.
oh, and mk, the kids look just like H. they do. its almost scary, but they are clones. except for D3. haven't figured her out. she has h's nose, but everyone says she looks more like me. and I see more of me in S3 than I used to...he used to be scary he looked so much like H. I think he has my eyes, though, so maybe that's it. and S5 used to be my clone, but about a year ago he morphed into looking like his dad. weird how that happens.
atgo, well, now you can cheer for the sox, right? next year for the tribe...maybe.
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