Friends

I am super shy, so it is not too easy for me to make friends. That being said, I have a small group (4 of us total) of friends that we try to go out once a month, celebrate b-days, Christmas, and once a year we get away for a weekend. But, my closest friends are my mom and sisters.

I have a few new friends, since my oldest son is now in sports, I have gotten to know some of the other mom’s. I try to give everyone a chance. I mean, you can tell when you hit it off, or if you both are just talking because it is the right thing to do.


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