As promised my best friend came to visit this last weekend.  She has a Pepto-Bismol pink low rider with really dark tinted windows, and she drove it over Snoqualmie Pass.  We were all a bit nervous because she was a little afraid it would blow up.

I am super excited for this Friday.  Why?  Because my best friend is coming here from Olalla.  Usually I travel over there so that makes it all the more special. 

With the warmer weather, the sun shining and spring bulbs beginning to raise their sleepy heads it’s no wonder I’ve caught spring fever.

I’m going to start my rant off by saying that I am qualified to complain because I’ve worked in fast food so I know what it’s like.  That being said . . . why, oh why, do the people working the drive-thru not use their people skills?  Do they just not have any?

Last September when I visited Deane she introduced me to her wii.  I never understood the fascination people had for that device . . . until I played it.  It was so much fun!  We stayed up late laughing and bowling.

Resolution: determination; an outcome; a formal pronouncement, visual clarity.
Every year millions of people make New Year’s resolutions.  Most seem to resolve to get rid of something, like losing weight, stop smoking, not drink as much and etc.

I don’t know about all of you, but I am really sick of hearing about Tiger Woods.

What I’m about to tell you didn’t happen to me, these are two stories told to me by my crazy best friend.  I laughed so hard I nearly peed my pants.  They’re so good that I couldn’t keep them to myself.

First off, the kitten is really cute.  She’s a little calico with a short bent tail.  She’s the newest member of my very best friend Deane’s family.  Last week I went to Deane’s to attend a funeral for our friend Christina.  I got to her house before she got home from work, so I played with the kitty while watching TV and loading the washer.  I figured I’d catch up her laundry and dishes while I waited.   The kitty followed me around batting at my heels and ambushing me while I rounded corners.  I thought I’d be fine, crazy cats don’t bother me.

Once upon a time . . . in a far off town called Harrah, a cowboy and an Indian and their families got ready for Thanksgiving.  Okay, sorry, I couldn’t help it.  But really, the story I’m about to tell you took place in 1997 in Harrah.