October 3

Yesterday, the daughter and I were out shopping for this upcoming baby shower cake I am doing for my mom. We had a great time, by-the-way. When I got home there was a message from Beverly.

Beverly is my best friend from high school. She is the only one, as a teenager, that I allowed to have a deep and abiding place in my heart. Being a preacher’s kid, and moving from place to place, you begin to not allow people to have a places in your heart, let alone deep and abiding ones. I think that is why I love the internet so much. I have internet friends. They are real, true, friends, and it doesn’t matter if I move, or they move, they will still be there! yeah!

Anyway, when we moved to Moore, Oklahoma, I was 15.10 years old, and entering the 11th grade. I met Beverly standing in line to sign up for an English class. She was this little bit of nothing with this GORGEOUS hair hanging past her waist. I fell in love with her that very minute. We started a conversation and have never looked back. Bev was born in Africa,which I thought was the coolest thing in the world…next to her hair. We spent countless nights at each other’s house, eating, laughing, and sharing our deepest thoughts with each other. Her parents introduced me to Curry Chicken~~had I known that curry is HOT, I would have just eaten the salad, thankyouverymuch!

Bev taught me a lot about faith, encouraged me to be a better Christian, and an even better friend. She encouraged me to home school, and was there for me in the beginning when I would get discouraged or had 45 bazillionhundredthousandmillion questions. Bev is a lifetime friend. She is one of those that once you meet them, they are forever etched in your heart and soul. You can not speak with them for years, but when you catch up with them, it was like you had spoken just yesterday.

Bev made me this for me a few weeks before we moved. It has hung in every house I have lived in since I received it, some **cough…cough…** years ago.

Bev called back a bit later and we caught up some, and after 2½ hours, life demanded our attention. You know…laundry, and kids wanting food. Actually it was more like 30 minutes in the conversation but hellllllo, I’m on the phone. I don’t understand their problem. I had already fed them once. It isn’t like they need fed more than that in a day…sheesh!

It was absolutely wonderful catching up with her. It wasn’t enough time, but we will do it again. I love you Bev!!

Do you have a lifetime friend? How old were you when you met?

October 2

Friday, the boy entered some sour dough into the fair. Alas, he did not win a ribbon.

I on the other hand have come away with one thought, and one thought only.

They need someone who knows all sorts of nuances of chocolate to judge baked goods at the fair.

Someone who has tasted it all, an aficionado, a proficient, a connoisseur, a love for all things sweet, decadent and chocolate.

Someone like me.

Anyone want to join me in a letter writing campaign?

October 1

It happened Saturday.

I was on the phone with my mother, and we were chatting away about my cousin’s baby shower, and the cake I am doing for it, when it happened.

The horror is almost to difficult to bear.

My son came in with my car’s air filter in his hand. I happily went on ignoring him, as I am wont to do when helloooo! I’m on the phone!!! When he finally could not stand it any longer, he nudges me and says “mom, do you know what this gray stuff is?? mom?? ” I give it a cursory glance because helloooo! I’m on the phone, and not only am I on the phone, but I am chatting with my mother about important stuff. Like babies, and cake, and how much $$ I am going to make.

Then the words that I didn’t want to hear, nor was I prepared for, came spewing forth from his mouth. “Mom, you have a rat in your air filter!” Instantly, my conversation didn’t matter anymore. A rat? There is a rat in my air filter? I have been driving a rat around in my vehicle?

OH…gag…blech…gross…sick…shiver…yuck…nasty…filthy…

eeeewwwww….ewwwwwwwww…ewwwwwwwwwwwwwwww

After being totally grossed out, all I could think of was how did it get in there? I have cats. It wouldn’t have come from my house. The neighbor has dogs, it wouldn’t have come from there. I know just where it came from. Someone must have sent it to me, and I know just who Applie you are.

I made the boy get all the fluff off my air filter, and please remove that nasty thing from my vehicle, but please before you do, take a picture. Because, let’s face it, it would make a great blog story.

Out he went with a pair of kitchen tongs. The husband just put on some latex gloves and manhandled that nasty thing. Yeah! Atta boy! You show him who’s boss!!!

If you are squeamish, please don’t look any further.

Did I mention nasty? filthy? gross? sick? gag? I just want you, my friends, my readers, my family, those dearest to my heart, to be sure you totally comprehend just how bad it was for me.

I need some chocolate!