Ami and I enjoyed our week in Wyoming. Since I'm able to work from about anywhere with an internet connection we were able to stay an entire week with Ami's parents. It is so nice to have a couple more people to share the responsibility of taking care of the boy. Grandparents seem to enjoy it more than parents do and I suppose that is just natural. The picture above is of Kirt & I plus our boys. Yeah thats cool. Every time I go back there I am some how afraid of running into somebody I know. Does anybody else feel that way. I would love to run into a best friend that I haven't seen in years but all to often there are those awkward moments when you run into people that you knew but not super well. You exchange some pleasantries and then want to get out of there as fast as possible. Is it just me?
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Why do you think I avoid Rock Springs like the plague?
June 8, 2008 at 2:06 PMCute pic of you and Kurt with your little dudes- I love it!
June 9, 2008 at 1:19 AMHEAR HEAR about hating to go back and see anyone you know... try being pregnant and visiting home (by yourself cuz Hubby needs to stay and work) and running into ANYONE from the old life... all of a sudden, instead of "being pregnant and starting a family... you're just KNOCKED UP" ohhhhh boy.
I haven't been back to there since Erin got married and probably won't anytime soon because my parents live in Pinedale. Dang, I am so heartbroken. But when I did go back I avoided public places like they were diseased. Totally know what you mean.
June 10, 2008 at 3:26 PMSo like... if we weren't married and we were in RS at the same time, would you talk to me if you saw me in Wal-Mart or dive into the basket of big rubber balls?
June 10, 2008 at 9:46 PMRead my blog on the subject...I understand. Plus, at my age, friends just start to look SO OLD, and I wonder if I look that way to them. It is sweet to feel "superior" because you were smart enough to leave. HOWEVER, it's always good to see friends, and the risk of seeing casual acquaintance is the price you pay for the other kind of encounter.
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