For your eyes only, World Wide Web

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I really, truly do love where we live, but if I could change one thing, it would be to bring my people here so they could stay forever and ever and play. Don't get me wrong, I have friends here. I'm not a complete outsider, but sometimes I guess I just feel like I have a hard time opening myself up to a new relationship. Maybe it's because I don't want to embarrass my kids when I break down and do the Roger Rabbit - Milli Vanilli style, or maybe it's because I'm trying to keep up this image that I really do have it all together. It gets so tiresome though, and most days, I find myself locked in my house, not wanting to venture out into the great wide world because it's too scary to call someone I don't know well and take that first step towards Friends Forever-dom. I'm not one to normally share like this and to be honest, I feel kinda weird doing it. You know because it's like a journal entry that I have published for the ENTIRE WORLD to see. I guess what I really just wanted to say was that HEY! I MISS YOU. AND I WISH YOU WERE HERE.
Yes. You.

Comments

Danielle said…
I'm going to tell you a secret. Everyone in the WORLD secretly wants to break down and do the Roger Rabbit, but most people don't have the guts or the moves. YOU on the other hand, do, and that's why I love you. Shhhhhh, Temily.

rufum

Rufum up!
September 4, 2009 at 9:30 AM
Anonymous said…
I miss you too. Come to my house and play.
Tam
September 4, 2009 at 11:37 AM
Unknown said…
Even at this ole ladies place, it is just the same. You are not alone darlin ERMA. But ZUMBA has totally gotten me out of my shell! LOLOLOL like I was ever in one! HAHAHA....I feel like a total fool bouncing around and wiggeling parts of me that just seem to wiggle on their own once I get them started LOLOL love ya girlie
September 4, 2009 at 3:13 PM
The Raguskus Family said…
i hear ya loud and clear...my exact thoughts today...as i was sitting at the river front alone with my kids...crazy!
September 4, 2009 at 8:32 PM
All Dolled Up Doll Clothes said…
I remember when I had friends. It was great. You always had someone to talk to and hand out with and yes, do the monkey walk down the middle of the street with but then I got married and had kids and now, it's just me and the hubby EXCEPT on weekends when I get to hang out with my girls who are now my best friends and oh yeah; now I have blogging buddies that I get to share my deepest darkest secrets with! Thanks for the post, Em. Love you!
September 5, 2009 at 5:58 AM
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