Jen A Bee! Sorry for the delay in responding--I am have a crazy couple of
weeks, though that's no real excuse. You were in my dream last night--I was
at my home in Florida and you dropped off a package that had all these
photos in it that showed what you'd been doing for the last 10 years.
((WAS MY NEW SLAM BOOK INCLUDED??))
How much more obvious could a dream be? You looked really cute--same Jen,
curly hair and well put together outfit.
((SAME CURLY HAIR, YEP - NOW RED TO COVER-UP ALL THE GREY. NOT SO PUT
TOGETHER ANYMORE - QUITE LAZY.))
I can't believe Haley is on the pill. Isn't she still like 7 years old?
((17 IN OCTOBER! SHE'S COMING THIS SUMMER WITH HER BOYFRIEND! WHY DIDN'T OUR
PARENTS LET US SMOKE POT AND SHAG OUR BOYFRIENDS IN THIER HOUSE? (WITH THEM
KNOWING?)JUST KIDDING ABOUT THE POT PART, WE WON'T SHARE IT.
Do you ever hear from Tina McIntosh?
((I TALK TO HER EVERY COUPLE OF MONTHS. SHE LIVES IN FT. MYERS WITH HER TWIN
BOYS - LUKE AND KELLER. I THINK THEY'RE ABOUT 2 NOW - AND HER GUY MIKE. HE
STAYS HOME WITH THE KIDS. SHE STILL HAS COOL HOUSE WHERE EVERYONE WANTS TO
GO AND HANG OUT.))
Did I tell you I got a random email from
Adam Zimmerman about a week ago? He mentioned Tina. Why was everyone in love
with her? ((I'M GLAD I'M NOT THE ONLY ONE ATTACHED TO MY HIGH SCHOOL DAYS.
WHAT DID HE SAY? HOW IS HE?))
Mom is fine and Don is still alive and kicking. He now sports a moustache
which makes him seem like a kindly old man. How's
your mom doing? Remember how you used to rake the carpet rather than vacuum?
She never knew the diff.
((SHE LIVES IN A CONDO IN ST. PETE WITH TILE FLOORS. DICK'S RETIRED. I THINK
THE'RE REDOING THE BATHROOM. THEY'VE DISCOVERED CRUISING (AND POSSIBLY
SWINGING) AND GO ON ONE EVERY COUPLE OF MONTHS. I MISS HER. UNLIKE DURING MY
CHILDHOOD, SHE NOW COOKS - OCCASSIONALLY)
Best best to Eric and Haley and I suppose Tess isn't around anymore.
((NOT SURE ABOUT TESS. WE GAVE HER AWAY BEFORE EUROPE. SHE'S THE REASON ERIC
WON'T LET ME HAVE ANOTHER DOG. SHE WAS CUTE, BUT VERY, VERY NAUGHTY AND
CHEWED ON HER OWN LEG WHEN SHE WAS BORED. WEIRD.))
Gretel died last August at the age of 17, still naughty and sweet to the
((I'M SO SORRY TO HEAR ABOUT GRETEL. I HAVE SUCH FOND MEMORIES OF HER -
STARING AT THE WALL AND BEING OVERALL ADORABLE. (OR WAS THAT HENRY WHO
STARED AT THE WALL? WHO WAS DIAMOND LIL'?)
I MISS YOU TOO. I'M LOOKING FORWARD TO FINDING OUT WHAT YOU'VE BEEN DOING
FOR THE PAST 10 YEARS. UNFORTUNATELY OR FORTUNATELY, MY DREAM LAST NIGHT HAD
NOTHING TO DO WITH YOU. IT WAS ABOUT DOG POOP WITH BITS OF CORN IN IT. I'M
Write when you can!
xxoo, miss you,
PS. I'll write about our high school adventures in my next blog entry,
((POSSIBLE BLOG ENTRIES: HUNGRY HOWIES - OUR OWN "PROM" NIGHT. GETTING
LAVALIERED - I WAS SO JEALOUS, BUT HAD NO IDEA WHAT THAT MEANT.))
((I MISS YOUR CHURCH YOUTH GROUP. OH, THE MAYHEM.))
Thursday, July 5, 2007
Here's my email to my bestest friend in high school...We just recently got in touch and she wrote me back. Her responses are in caps (slightly edited to protect the not so innocent):