To My Mother

I love you. You are the sun and the moon. You are my friend, my counselar, my nurse, my favorite person to shock or to make laugh...I never know which one I'll get which is why you are my favorite. You are my rescuer and my executioner. You loved me and nurtured me even when I didn't deserve it. Your love was always unconditional and it remains so with my daughters and I would'nt be who I am today if it were'nt for you and the way you are. You always have a smile even when your sad. I love you and someday my daughters will be grown women and I hope they still look up to me and love me they way I do you.
I love you Mommy.
Love Neicie

So, it comes to this...

I have to drive clear to Portland to use a computer, check my e-mail and do my blogging. AND then when I finally get to a computer that works I find I have writers block ( or what ever they call it when you suck at writing) and can't think of anything to say. So...in honor of my dearest and oldest (really ) friend in the whole entire universe I dedicate this post to miss Melanie in Oregon as it is her 33rd birthday and the 19th year that I've known her. So I'll tell you about the first time I saw the girl.
I was sitting in my freshman english class feeling really self conscietous as I had spent the first week of school in disneyland and absolutley noone knew who the hell I was. This however was not to deture me as I was not going to spend the year feeling like that, when in walks this girl, jeans and a jacket that matched, and blond hair hanging just so as to hide anything that might be underneath it. She sat down next to me with hair still hanging, I leaned down so I could catch her eye and said HI!! I'm Denise, whats your name? here we are 19 years later with so much history in between we could write a book, make you laugh, cry, gasp, sigh, love, despair, hope and so much more.
Happy Birthday Miss Melanie, I love you.