My friend who I lost contact with for the last 25 years found me! She was my BFF eva eva. I have been thinking about her for a long time and would google her every now and again, but it seemed as if she had dropped off the face of the earth. She had moved back to her native country but lost all her friends contact information.  Then this morning, I open my mailbox looking for magazines to read on my ride to the Heart Walk and see her name. She was looking for me too!!  I start yelling “oh my God” over and over again and my child is like scared because I start bawling like a baby. I try to calm down enough to explain to her and once I explained, she nodded her head and said ‘yep, when B said she was moving I got really upset’. Which is her way of saying she understood. I walked to the bus stop, reading her letter and crying, my daughter making sure I wasn’t going crazy. 

I found my friend… That was one of the best surprises ever.

I feel better today. Thank goodness. I came into work like a banshee yesterday. But I had a good laugh or two during lunch and felt better.

My daughter had two friends over yesterday. We went to the store together and I vow to never do that again. The term ‘like a kid in a candy store’ has some truth behind it.  They took FOREVER to pick out some candy. I finally got tired of waiting and told them that I was in line and if they didn’t have thier stuff picked out, they would get NOTHING. That made them hurry.  When we got home, they argued over what video to watch and just when I was going to intervene, they made a decision.

So I sat there, knitting and discovered one of my daughter’s friends could knit! I was so excited, I gave her a huge skien of yarn.  She is only seven. I tried to get my daughter interested in knitting, but she is not having it.  I don’t push it, but she knows the tools are there for her if she wants them. She was jealous that I gave her friend yarn. I was like, come on girl. I buy her nice wool and stuff and I find it in the least yarn friendly places. I bought her a CUTE bag to carry her knitting in and where is it? In the hell I call her room, buried under stuff. So whatever.  My daughter is not as crafty as I am. And I am fine with that. Well, she is crafty and I enjoy the “creations” she makes, even though I need the artists’ description to know what it is. I recognize that she is a truly unique girl, and I like her personality. She kind of reminds me of Pippi Longstockings. Just cooky and funny. But sometimes I feel like her not wanting to knit is like Lance Armstrong’s kids not knowing how to ride a bike.  Anyhoosens. I am okay for now, until baby daddy comes back at me with more bulldoogie.