In which . . . GIRLS' NIGHT

As Nikki-K put it (I hope you don't mind my quoting you . . .), "Girls' Nights are a fun and necessary way to maintain a healthy and wellbalanced psyche...or just a good reason to eat chocolate and talk about boys!"

I just had a wonderful evening with Nikki-K and Ashley . . . We watched a movie (more about that later) and then we went to Perkins for pie and we serenaded Melissa on her date. Grand fun . . . We talked about babies. It was . . . interesting. Melissa seemed to think Nikki and I were insane because we want bunches of babies. But babies are fun . . . Speaking of babies, Michael's wife just had a baby . . . we knew it was going to be a boy but Michael wouldn't tell us what they were going to name him until he was born. About a month ago, I told Scott that I thought it was going to be Kyle. Last week Shelly said, "You know, I think Michael is going to name his baby Kyle." When I went into the office today, there was a sign on his door that said, "Welcome Kyle Joseph" on it. Eeek! I saw his picture online and he's a cutie -- in a masculine . . . as-macho-as-a-newborn-infant-can-get sorta way. AND I know the baby just under Kyle on the website, too! She belongs to my pastor's daughter . . . I haven't met her (the baby) yet, but she's a cutie.

I was at dinner with Tara and she asked a guy to join us. Then, three other guys came too. I knew Justin, but none of the others, and Tara knew Mark. After a while, the guys began discussing . . . the . . . effectiveness (??) of male genitalia and Tara and I were like, "Man . . . this is not sweet." I said (really loud), "If the Vikings were to leave Minnesota, I'd have to cheer for the Lakers." The guys stopped mid-sentence and Justin said, "That's the f***ing stupidest thing I think I've ever heard . . . you do realize that the Vikings are football and the Lakers are basketball, right?" Lol -- I accomplished my goal . . .

Other good quotes from the day:
"I think I'm going insane. Justin just elbowed my patella."
"I'm going to take a hot shower and get all cozy and warm and then go to bed. We should all do it. Together. Only in separate showers."
"I think you and my brother would enjoy each other a lot."
"My brother has a bachelor name."
"You rock my socks off -- but not my pants."

We were watching "The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants" tonight. Good movie. I had a revelation while watching it. No matter what I do, something always reminds me of Andy. I begin to think I've gotten over him (and I think I have, mostly), but then someone will say something like "Subway toasted subs" or "Corndogs" or "purple orange" and I'll think of him. I was singing the corndog song today . . . Shucks. So, my revelation was that yeah -- it's not HIM, it's the memories. He was eating dinner at the same time as me and I didn't realize it until he got up to leave. He got up and I watched him walk away and I thought to myself, "Goodbye Andy . . ." I don't know if I'll ever speak to him again -- not that I don't want to. I most certainly would love to. It's just very unlikely. He doesn't know it, but he played a huge part in giving me the most amazing 6 months of my life. It's sad that it's probably over. Life goes on -- but it's just not the same.
~MK