I'm amazed you guys still come here despite the fact that I've been a terrible blogger. Not only have I been neglecting my own keyboard, but I haven't even been reading your blogs, my dear friends. But I'm staying up late tonight, hoping that Tucker will stay asleep long enough for me to type to my heart's content.
I've been thinking about my friends (more than usual) in the last few days. Sarah, The Girl, and Kelly are who I would call my closest friends - the people who got me through my time at The Worst Duty Station in the World. I'm terrible at keeping in touch with them, but I think about them often and dream about the next time I get to see them. All three of them have qualities that, in some way or another, make me a better person - or at least make me desire to be.
But long distance friendship is rough. I've resisted making new friends for over a year now, for a variety of reasons: 1) The world is filled with crazy people. 2) I'm a little extreme in some of my world views, and I'm afraid of sending someone new into a premature stroke. 3) If I hear one more military wife complain about the "War for Oil" I'm afraid I will have to end their miserable existence with my favorite firearm (see number two).
So with the difficulties of long distance friendships and resistance to new ones, I'm amazed that I stumbled upon my friend, ABW. She's wonderful and funny and fierce. Best of all, she tolerates me.
In October, we'll be partnering up to be Muddy Buddies in Dallas. And then, we will be trying out for the Amazing Race. And then there's the Livestrong Challenge - among others, which she assures me, I will live through. We have mapped out a lot of things that will make us steamy and muscular and irresistable in the next year. Yesss.
Oh, and here's a quick picture of my boy. I'm so in love with him (just in case I hadn't made that clear):