friends

   I have to say that I am very lucky to have the friends I do, and in this particular case I'm talking about Michele. I don't think I'll go into particulars, because there are too many of them, frankly, but she is so attentive and thoughtful while seemingly thinking nothing of it (if she does she never admits it, and I don't believe she does). While we were shopping (oh shoot, here's an example) she hurried to the car, turned it on with the AC going and made me get in while she loaded the bags, then when we got home, she gave me the keys to open the house door and carried in nearly every bag on the first load so I wouldn't have to. She's made me very welcome in her home, bought things to accommodate my odd eating habits and has tried very hard to be quiet in her own home so I can sleep. But, I know she did the same thing for three months while Jennifer, another friend, stayed with her, so that's just the kind of person she is, and I'm lucky enough to have her for a friend. I'm just enjoying having this luxury of getting to know her like this, cause we've never done this before, cause we've always lived so close. We actually haven't had that much time to spend together, so I'm hoping that next week we actually get a little more time together. I've really missed her since I've been gone and I've been enjoying what little time I've had with her. I hope she can say the same.

   The wedding is tomorrow. I went to Catherine's with mom to buy a long sleeve "jacket" or something to wear over the lightweight black knit pants and top I bought. I brought it home and showed it to Michele and she paused for a moment and declared that I looked like I was Pennsylvania Dutch. ... Well, ok, I've never been Pennsylvania Dutch before. It does look like something mom or Marti might buy (ohmigawd) but I think I'll survive it. I believe I will get wear out of it in Oklahoma because, in spite of all the embroidery and flowery crap, it is really comfortable. Josh called it my biker colors. Yeah, the Deadly Daisies.

   I have to deal with the dual struggle tomorrow of hair and makeup. Yes, makeup. I used to be pretty good at it, and I'd kinda like to try it again cause I'm tired of looking so washed out (and like my mother - sorry mom). I bought a curling iron and now have two, count them - TWO kinds of hair super glue and hair spray. I'm thinking now it might be wiser to try the hair and make up here and get dressed there cause Alex will have the mirror at mom's house and here I'll have Michele to help me. I ought to just spike it and call it good and do good solid black eye liner upper and lower and go Pennsylvania GOTH.

  I do believe it's past time for me to go to sleep now. I'll let you know how the wedding goes, you know, if I fall off my high heel flip flops or now, like that. Should be a big bag of jollies.