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1. I can't believe I missed Erin's party. The more I drove the more I felt bad, but I kept telling myself to suck it up. By the time I got there I was super dizzy but thought it would go away, and it didn't. I drove home crying, threw up, and took a bath. Got out, was running 102 and went to sleep. Got up the next morning went to the doctor and found out I didn't have a sinus infection but strep, bronchitis and an ear infection in both ears. I am still so mad at myself for not catching it earlier. I can't believe I missed Erin doing the Hokey Pokey on stage. ARG!!

2. Run, don't walk, and go buy the book, The Shack by William Paul Young. It was on sale at Wal-Mart and I bought it when I was waiting on my prescriptions to be filled. I read all 250 pages on Sunday. It's an easy read, even though it makes you think!

3. I'm excited! I just ordered my new cell phone...note to self, can not eat out or spend money on anything else...it's the G1 with T-Mobile. It looks pretty cool. It's no iphone, but I didn't want to change carriers.

Grateful

Grateful.

You won't find me saying it very often, little on in print, but when I left the apartment that night, I was grateful that I'm not married.

Now--not for some weird dirty reason, get your minds out of the gutter, but for friendship's sake. These boys, along with the brothers that weren't there, are like my little brothers.

Don't get me wrong. My debate kids are also special to me, but I don't see them that often anymore. I'm proud of them and can't wait to see what good things come their ways.

The Netsch boys (the two on the right, plus 2 more in Dallas) and the Land boys (the one on the left plus another one in ohio) are bonus brothers. They make me laugh, they make me cry. They make me almost shoot tea out of my nose. They are the reason I drove 4 hours to eat dinner. They are such a big part of my heart and I am grateful to have them in my life, even if it is just for short periods of time. I don't think they realize how important their calls are, or how much I look forward to seeing how their lives are going.

After dinner that night I headed back to my hotel...thank God I booked one after seeing what that apartment looked like...and thought I was going to cry. It happens sometimes. I just get emotional. Maybe it was driving on I-35. All I could think about is that if I had been married when I lived in Dallas I never would have had the relationship that I have with them. I probably wouldn't have gone to all of their games and met their families. I wouldn't miss them now. That feeling of missing them is pretty special too. They give me crap, constantly. And in that junior high make fun of you way, I know they love me too.

Thank you, you little pains in the butt for loving me back and telling me so in your own special ways. See you soon.

Dear Christian Dior Lady

Dear Christian Dior Lady,

I wish my job was to walk around Dillards asking the homely girls in t-shirts and jeans who are simply looking at the clearance for something to wear to a rehearsal dinner and bachelorette party if they want a makeover. Thanks for verbally noticing that I don't wear make up and telling me it would help.

Do you have to be beautiful to work there. Because you were. Physically perfect with super cute shoes.

Thank you also for pointing out how good you are at "doing eyebrows." It helped even more when you pointed at the ones on my face proclaiming you could fix that.

Funny, I thought I was wearing a CP t-shirt. I must of been wearing the point out my flaws and obvious insecurities one. My bad.

Maybe I am taking it too personally. Probably am. But it's like those modeling schools that sneak in to our college fair and then try to give the "pretty girls" notecards. Well, it's the opposite really.

Stay behind your counter.

Please.

Sincerely,

Bushy Eyebrow Girl, Who Obviously Needs Your Help