Fourth of July

I've decided that I carry with me....a fourth of July curse. Why you ask? This all may seem a bit silly. Alex may even call me a pessimist. I'll just say this, since being a single adult, I've never had my fourth of July celebrations quite work out. When I think of this blessed holiday, I think of BBQ's, large gatherings with friends and family, root beer floats, sometimes swimming, and always a grand finally with fireworks. It seems to me that everyone around me does all these things. As hard as I try though, something always goes wrong. I first noticed it back in the day when I was single and living in an apartment. I don't know why but for some reason, all my closest friends took off to McCall and decided not to invite me. Ever since then, I've had this curse carry on to every Fourth of July. Yesterday was no exception. We had planned to go out yesterday evening with an old friend of mine to Melba. We agreed to let our kids get good sleep yesterday so they would be able to stay up late. Because of this we almost didn't meet my parents at the lake yesterday morning. They were going to leave really early, so I didn't want to wake my kids up to get there. It turns out that they were running late so we decided to go. We went to Black Canyon and did some wake boarding then left around 11:00 to get our girls home for naps. That afternoon my friend called and said they decided to go out to her family's BBQ but could meet us around 8:00 to go to the Melba fireworks. Well, this wasn't what I was hoping, but I said ok. 8:00 comes around and they were not able to go out to the fireworks either. I tell you what...its a curse. We sat around all evening waiting when we could have gone to my Aunts with the rest of my family for a BBQ and pool party. I was so irritated I told Alex lets bag Melba and take the girls downtown with our bikes. This was the best time of the whole day. We took the girls on a late night bike ride to the fireworks and had a great time. We are all tired from staying up, but in the end had a good time together. I'm sorry if I've been sounding like a big depressed person lately. I kind of consider this blog to be my "journal", so I'm just being honest. And I'm sure I'm not the only one out there that has bad days and gets annoyed from time to time. I am just telling it how I see it.