Lost & Found

When I was 17 I moved out of my parents house. Mainly because I thought I was smarter than the rest of the population and I wanted to be "independent". I had a job at a warehouse, which was surprisingly alot of fun. One of my partners in crime there was Keith. We worked together for about 18 months and we actually spent alot of time together outside of work. He was one of my closest friends. We developed a pretty fierce bond because of our mutual hatred of anything that had to do with our boss; that's the kind of bond that doesn't break.

Eventually, I got off my ass and left for college and Keith and I just kind of drifted apart. And then I got this email (edited to keep out all of the embarassing parts):

"I was heading down to LBI and I passed an old house and I thought, "What the hell ever happened to Nadine?" I wasn't sure if you were Garner? or something else. You gotta love search engines! It sounds like you are doing very well. I was reading some or your blogs and I thought to myself, you are still the same Nadine - that's a good thing. I hope you know who this is by now? And your a mommy...HOLY SHIT!!! Well take care and hope to hear from you soon."

HOLY CRAP! I've been found; which I am excited about because Keith is a swell guy.


What I am reading: Marths Stewart Living - the September issue. The September issue is always the decorating issue. I look forward to it all year long and this year it is a total disappointment. It will clearly be trumped by the October issue which will be all about decorating your house for Halloween, which I, of course, LOVE to do.
What I am listening to: 311 - Amber