It's Been One Of Those...

You know, one of those.
One of those days. One of those weeks. Sadly, sometimes it feels like it is evolving to be one of those years.

You understand. Right?

One of those days where you feel pain on the side of your nose. Nature, telling you that inevitably a red mountain the size of Timpanogos is going to erupt...you just don't know when.

Or when after getting ready to exercise you are reminded of a certain breakfast item when you glance at yourself in the mirror.Or a pre-pubescent boy. Genetics. That seemingly only you out of all of your sisters seemed to inherit. (When are they coming out with padded sports bras?) Just one of those things.

When the dry cleaners calls to say they have put a hole in your favorite jacket. They would like to do something about it. You go and accept their offer to "make it right" and come out of there angry, without your jacket, because they have to keep it for insurance purposes. Whatever!

We've all been there.

Days when you feel like you just can't get it together. You lose things. Your child decides to spill juice all over you while in public. Those kind of things happen to everyone.

Just not all at the same time.

You all know the stuff that has happened in the last little while. This is where it just starts to get funny.

The culminating event:
Brian and I made a New Years Resolution to meet new friends and reconnect with old ones. Sadly, we don't get out much. I think that I know two people from my former life that live within my city's limits. SO-we (I) decided to invite people from our new ward over since it had been 6 months and not one invitation was extended. I had the grand idea spring from something that my parent's used to do as a ward activity called "Friendship Dinners". Each person was given an assignment to bring to the party, hosts rotated and eventually everyone in the ward was able to get together with everyone else. You were exposed to those that you might have just said, "Hi" to in the hall, but would have not really gotten to know otherwise. I was excited. I set up themes. February was going to be fondue. Something that I knew I could pull off well. I asked our Bishop in January who he thought would be good candidates for our first party. He gave me a list of names.

The invitations went out. I got RSVP's, I bought decorations, planned and planned. This is a party that Angela and Phyllis would have been clamoring to be on the committee for.

The date is looming near. Cole gets hospitalized, etc. I have to reschedule. My bishop mentions to me that "I know you are trying to make new friends, but don't you think this is kind of dramatic?"; mentioning the paramedics and fire truck in front of our home. Gotta love him. Really.

People are understanding about the change. A few can not make it the next week due to prior commitments. I get a resounding "sure, we'll be there" from the majority. I even invite others to fill the vacancies. So, I plan some more.

Last night. No one showed up.

It looked great though.
We even got desperate and started calling people. Wow. I am a loser after all. I don't even want to calculate how much food I threw away.

To tell you the truth, I am not surprised. It fits in with the theme. Hey, will you be my friend? I feel like I need to go to a self-esteem seminar or something! Maybe I can start hiring people, like an escort service, but just to come over to my house and get free food. All in all it was a good laugh.

Really? Can you think of someone else with this kind of luck? Lisa was right when she made this statement when I was flat on my back in a parking lot.

So please...for my sake. If you tell someone that you are going to come to an event; at least call and let them know you are not going to be able to make it. That way they can get desperate early enough to call in reinforcements.