so i have this friend. kim bogardus. i still call her kimmylew from time to time despite her husbands objections…but hey…i called her that for like 10 years. im sure people will still call me katiehall long after im married…and im totally ok with that.
anywho…we got to visit yesterday. i love visits. she is one of my most loved friendships. whether we meet for an hour or for a weekend…it is the most joy filled meeting i could ever ask for.
we always joke about how we were destined to be friends. our lives are eerily similar. and with the ODDEST things. we both had lazy eyes when we were kids. i know. but we did. the thought of us playing together our eyes all over the place. its so great. and…our moms were both body builders. what weird things to say “oh my god me too!” to.
so we hung out at her moms yesterday and they were sorting through a GIANT box of photos…we laughed at skinny little kim…and her moms big ol bangs. it was such a great afternoon. when i got home from our meet and greet my phone rang as soon as i stepped in the door…it was kim…and my first thought was that i forgot something (itendtodothat). shes laughing like crazy and tells me that she was looking through pictures and her mom was like “oh hey this was my best friend teri hall…she got me into body building.” that teri hall. is my mom.
i called my mom and asked if she remembered joan lewis. she replied “joanie…oh yeah…we were good friends…she had a little boy and a little girl”…to which i shouted back “the little girl is MY BEST FRIEND KIM”.
what the crazy.
we played together in the day care at L.A. fitness when we were 5 years old. then met up again at 17 and have been friends ever since…never knowing. i cant believe in all this time we NEVER put together that she was kim lewis (joanies daughter) and i was katie hall (teris daughter). i love it!
plans for a mother daughter dinner of sorts is being tossed around. our moms havent seen eachother for like 20 years…it would be so great to get us all together! i love that life is this ridiculous. and i love that kim and i were kids at the gym together. it makes our friendship that much more fantastic.
heres to many more years of craziness kimmylew…many. more.
its no secret…that us Californians fear the strange water that falls from the sky. people are driving like idiots. hair is frizzing. small rivers are being created in the streets. or in my case by my front door and in my wall (which should be getting fixed by my land lord…TODAY.) but…i still love it.
yesterday was such a great day. i worked my 7th day in a row (I’m now on my 8th…waiting for my 9th to be over so i can get 3 days off.)…and i was let off early. i drove to faiths where she was baking tasty treats. the cookies that didn’t make the cut in the looks department were consumed by me. i like to help when i can. we then ventured to target for some last minute shoppings. i loved getting ready to hop out in the rain and scurry into the store…shrieking…and stepping in GIANT ninja puddles. hair a mess, and laughing the whole time. we got we what needed…and had fun weaving through isles and helping one another carry things or sort through products. and my Christmas shopping is officially finished (almost). SUCCESS!
then i topped the night off with some baked potatoes and grilled chicken with brett. we watched pirates of the caribbean 3…well…he did. and i wrapped all of my presents. seeing all of the packages with bows and tags on them cozy under my Christmas tree made me SO much more excited for Christmas! and being inside all snugly and warm with my gent, while the rain raged on outside warmed my little heart.
i love this time of year. i love getting people gifts. and drinking hot chocolate. listening to frank sinatra sing Christmas songs. and the pitter patter of the rain outside my windows.
I’m so freakin excited for Christmas this year! eep!
“Suppose we have only dreamed, or made up, all those things—trees and grass and sun and moon and stars and Aslan himself. Suppose we have. Then all I can say is that, in that case, the made up things seem a good deal more important than the real ones.”—[the silver chair.-c.s. lewis.]