Just like old times...

So last night Jeff and I talked until 3:30 am. This used to be a weekly occurrence, but, as of late, it seems that we haven't talked as much. I realize that Jeff has someone else to spend time with-someone who is much more fun for him to cuddle with. I guess I have been missing my best friend a little. It was nice to talk last night, 'just like old times.' We didn't get together because one of us needed counsel, there was no pressing need or emergency that brought us together. It was good to discuss everything from hammocks to mold, from yard work to (of course) girls.

I think that Jeff and I have changed our priorities recently and perhaps made way for more important things. However, I still believe that no matter where we go, or who we go there with, Jeff and I will always be able to clear out an evening every once in a while to just be friends.

I have spent a good portion of my free time the last few years of my life meeting new people and creating new friendships. I think that will always be important to me. I think I will always make new friends wherever I go. I also hope that I will never lose sight of how important an old friend is to me. Recently I have been very blessed by great friends who have crossed my path, some of which I thought were perhaps long gone. It has caused me to believe that I will always have old friends there in my time of need, and I will always try to be there for my old friends whenever I can.

Whether it is a 20 minute phone call every other week or a talk until three in the morning I will always be grateful for old friends. Even if all I get is a cheerful 'hello' and 'how are you?' when we accidentally cross paths I will always be grateful for those whom I consider my friends and will always be a part of my life. No matter where I go or what I do, I hope that I can, every once in a while, have an experience that is 'just like old times...'

There's only one way to find out...

"There's only one way to find out." Those words have gotten me into more trouble than any other words I have ever used (maybe with the small exception of "I like you"). Anyway, I figured I was telling stories so often that perhaps I could put them in a place where everyone can see them and stayed filled in on my life. I am not sure if I will be a good blogger or not since I really don't read anyone else's blog. I don't know what most people put in blogs. I figure I will put random thoughts and experiences that I have and if you don't like it- then don't read it. I am not sure how I will go about it since I customize each story to my audience. It may work, then again, it may not. Whatever happens, I figure there is only one way to find out...