My friend Jenny

I always think I'm being honest about my life here in blog land. I know that I'm influenced by friends, family, in-laws with what I say or don't say, but I wish I could write like my friend Jenny (click on the title of this post and it will take you there). I've known her since she was young, I feel a bit responsible for her marriage and then divorce. The way she writes rips at my heart, maybe because I've know her for so long and watched her struggle with diabetes, being a young pastors wife, and fighting the constant urge to want to be famous (just my impression).

Well, I'll try to be more honest but I truly cannot tell some of my stories. I'll save those for my book. I'm reminiscing a lot about my childhood now that my brother Rick is sick.

Ok, twist my arm..I'll tell you one. We were from a very Catholic family who got booted out of the Catholic church because my mother was divorced a few too many times. So we ended up at this nice Episcopalian church. It's a dressy Sunday, like Easter or Christmas...we are all dressed up and my brothers get a real sharp knife from the kitchen. They decide while we are waiting for Mom we should play 'chicken'. So, David (the leader of the pack), starts throwing the knife between his feet and then I do and then my little brother Rick throws it really hard - right through his shoe, foot, everything. We have to really yank to get the knife out.

We would have been in so much trouble if we told - so we went to church. After church got over Rick (or Ricky) just started crying and my Mom wanted to know why and he points to his foot which by this time is so swollen and filled with blood that we couldn't get his shoe off. Don't remember much more after that...it wasn't a nice morning.

Love you Jenny, keep telling it like it is.