Deuces

Dodgy Bapple. Not  together. Always apart. "Dodgy" is your latest word, sweet Sayler. A few weeks ago I became suspicious when you pointed to a picture of Eeyore and said "dadgy". "DOGGY!?"  I squealed.  To which you looked at me blankly and again said "Dadgy".  It sounded awfully close to "daddy" and although daddy doesn't resemble a blue donkey, I decided to not give credit where credit wasn't yet due and I left the new word to linger in vocabulary purgatory. As the days passed, however, it was evident that "dodgy" was your new, well-credited word. Every dog we see or hear barking you immediately identify, point, make your 'uh-oh' face and yell "dodgy!". The Christmas sea lions in our front yard? Those, too, are dodgies. The bird at Target that we fed Goldfish too? That was a "dodgy". And every other animal, monster, creature or crawling, slinking amphibian is, Yo...

I went to Etiwanda High School. Sometimes I forget I was once a student there. In fact, as odd as it may seem I don't have many memories of my 4 years in high school.  It's as though the memories, one by one, started to vanish. The people from high school that were once my friends are now my adult friends and so it is even difficult to remember them, as they were, back then. Sometimes my adult, long-standing friends help me remember moments, events, people, classes and things that had long since been absorbed in my mind and replaced with more current events. But the only person that would remind me I went to Etiwanda High School for 2 summers would have been my dad, and he is now gone. As I made my way through a long windy road to work today I suddenly remembered the long, windy road to Etiwanda many early mornings. My dad drove me.  Every day.  5 days a week for... perhaps 6-8 weeks. I'm not sure I ever said, "Thanks, Dad." Not that he minded. ...

I have been wanting to write this for a while now. For, like , a long long long while. But I ran into three problems, Amber. The first: I couldn't find words to express how much you mean to me. Two: I knew that once we went public with our relationship people would say, Amber and Cambria? When did they become such good friends? Three: Once people knew how incredibly awesome you were, they would try to steal you from me. I mean, who wouldn't? But I am making a go of it anyway because, frankly, you deserve it. True, we werent of BFF's in high school. But, we would steal glances from across the hall and perhaps our psyches were telling us we were meant to be together. It wasn't until later years when we reconnected and sparks flew. I knew immediately you were the person I wanted to spend the rest of my friendship life with. If I had to put it plainly, In human speak, You are truly amazing. You are the kind of friend that doesn't forget ...