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Wednesday, April 23, 2003

I've never lost a friend before, but as recent events clearly suggest, they do have a tendency to slip away from me. It didn't end with yelling matches and regrettable statements and slamming of suitcases, but rather, it was a quiet, unnoticed getaway through the back door, with a cordial note left on the mantlepiece.

I'd elaborate, but I'm long overdue for sleepy-time.


Tuesday, April 22, 2003


I was watching It's a Wonderful Life today.

Rewind 60 years: If Jimmy Stewart gave me his pin and I was his girl, gee golly, what a swell time we'd have!

"What is it you want, Mary? What do you want? You want the moon? Just say the word and I'll throw a lasso around it and pull it down. Hey, that's a pretty good idea. I'll give ya the moon, Mary." -George Bailey

That is all for today's ramblings. Catch ya later, folks.

Sunday, April 20, 2003


Happy Easter, one and all! It's been a good one for me.

One of my best friends, visiting from Utah, came to church with me for the very first time. We both thought it funny that the priest (usually very monotonous) shook his preachin up. O, How the babes did cry. Seriously. About 10 parents had to walk outside holding their screaming kid because of Father Hoorman's highly animated homily.

But Karen left today, which made me sad because I won't be able to see her for another billion years. She's the first friend I made when I moved out here to Ahwatukee. We bonded over Roald Dahl, Shel Silverstein, and a trampoline. Those were the good ole' days.

Of course, nothing can go wrong when spending time with a best friend. Karen and I spent Saturday poolside at The Buttes hotel after inhaling our Baja Fresh burritos. We also watched Newsies, Charlie's Angels, and The Princess Bride. She helped me pick out my oh-so loverly Prom dress. Total girly fun.

Last night we went to an Easter pageant in Mesa. There were thousands upon thousands of people camped out to see the largest outdoor reencactment of Easter in the whole wide world. I contemplated a bet which entailed telling the Mormon missionaries that I was a nonmember so they would talk to me, then trying to flirt with them and get their numbers. I felt bad/shy though, so I didn't do it. Oh, those missionaries.

On top of that, I won the 16th Annual Backhaus Easter Egg Hunt. With a total of eighteen points, I blasted away the competition by finding (among others) the Pink egg hidden in the pool floaties, the Polka Dotted egg in the bird's nest, and the Weezer egg in the lemon tree. We get creative with our paints.

For more egg-related information, be sure to visit The Incredible Edible Egg Website. That's right, folks.

Well, I've got 430 pages to read in The Grapes of Wrath by tomorrow. And one of the Ghostbusters movies is on Comedy Central. Hmmm, I wonder which thing I will pick. Well, I best get movin.

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