So many times in life, I feel as if things are out of my control. And sometimes, they are. Truth be known, probably more than not. But if I know one thing, and one thing only, my friends are my choice and they are the one of the best gifts I will ever receive.
I found an old friend a couple of weeks ago, or she found me...the Beckster. Doesn't matter, I had looked for her before and not found her. It's been so cool to re-connect and see the parallels in our lives. She was my best friend from eighth grade until my husband and I left for Florida, with $500.00, to start a new life...with $500 dollars. Yeah, we were that stupid. We ended up living in a tent on the beach in Panama City, but that's another story. After that, go figure, Becky and I somehow lost touch and now, we're emailing and she's sending me links to the coolest music I've heard in a while...Nathan Lee. He rocks and so does she. We loved Carol Burnett, Grease (the movie, not the...er, um, grease), Nike tennis shoes and Levi's jeans, among other things. She had a horrible dog named Dusty that humped everything in sight and a little sister that we tortured. Literally, we tortured her. So much so, that in this day and age, we would be put on trial and viewed as terrorists. I'm not proud of it, just saying. Waterboarding has nothing on us.
Here's to old friends...and torturing younger siblings.