A funny story

My 16year old's father is half french. His mother is french, born & raised. So that makes Lexi a quarter french. One day in the van we were discussing her French heritage. The fact that she was a quarter french was mentioned & my youngest girl then age 5 spoke up. "Mommy" she says. "Yes Honey" I say. She says " If Lexi is a quarter french, can I be a penny french too?".

Okay So I am excited today because I discovered I am not a freak after all. I was beginning to wonder. PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE , you have to visit this link.http://www.christianity.com/blogs/DBurchett/11579458/. I have finally figured out what is wrong with me. Sweet mercy. I am simply in the five stages of grief over my circumstances. Who knew? I am making this short. But he has a wonderful point & I know that this is what I am experiencing. I am glad to see that I am in stage four, only one left, acceptance. I can look back now on my blog & see myself transitioning through the anger part & into the depression. Depression stinks. I really am a funny person, how funny can you be when you are depressed? I like to prank call my husband A LOT!!! I have so much fun with him. Haven't done it in awhile, maybe I will suprise him. I have suffered a church hurt, almost a mortal wound. That is what his link is concerning but I was just astounded by the wisdom in this. I am just so thrilled to know that I have not become a depressed whiner, I am simply grieving a loss. I am grieving my circumstance & it is normal & okay. Hurray!!! BTW, I am left with no choice but to visit the salon 2 doors down & have my hair colored to fix my mommy's hatchet job ( I am just kidding, she did the best she could) on my hair. I will post pics tomorrow or tonight of my new doo. Yea, me, I am not weird after all.