Diamond in the rough

Yesterday Misty came over. She fibbed to me and said she had to come to my town anyway so she could just swing by. (She wasn't really going anywhere else). See, she had my deodorant. For nine days she had my deodorant. Yuck. The flies were thick. But it's not like she stole it from me, don't get the wrong idea here. We had her daughter, Genny, spend the night with us over G jr's birthday weekend. Well as Tommi is want to do, she took my deodorant and put it into Genny's bag. Obviously Genny went home with it unknowingly. So Misty sent me a clever little note saying she had it, as well as the clothes that Kmac had loaned to Genny. So she had my stuff.

I also had a few things of hers: Guitar Hero for Wii, and a brand new pillow we had to buy for Genny since our sweet little puppy decided to turn her old one a lovely shade of yellow. Yup, that's how our company gets treated around here. We just pee all over your stuff. Then feel guilty and buy you new stuff. Vicious cycle.

So Misty came over, all the way to my house. It's about a 35-40 minute drive. Now that wouldn't be so bad if...blah, blah, blah, you know about the gas prices right? Okay, I won't rant about that then. She even had a migraine looming. But she came. We chatted. She showed me the project she had mentioned over here on her blog. It was this amazing and beautiful apron. And it was all for MOI! She just made me an apron. Just because. Can you believe this chic? Don't you all wish you had a Misty in your life?

(Let me first apologize for the lack of usage of a curling iron in this picture.)

The funny thing is that Misty and I have not really known each other that long. We actually met in jr. high. We didn't go to the same school but we did go to the same church. So we saw each other on Sundays and occasional sleep-overs. That only lasted for a few years. Then we fell out of touch. Over the past, say, 16 years we only saw or talked to each other maybe 3 times. At some point she moved to a far away state. I never forgot about her but she kind of became the friend that I used to have. About 5 years ago (I'm guessing) she called and said she'd be in my town and wanted to know if we could get together. Of coarse I said yes, but I was SO nervous. It was like going on a first date. What do I say? What do I wear? What will she think of me? Do I need to have G sr call me in the middle of our date with an "emergency"? (Just kidding, Misty!) We hadn't talked in so long that I felt like I didn't really know her very well anymore. We had a really great visit though and then she went back home. That was that.

At the end of last summer she calls me up. She's back in town. For good. I thought, "Well, our last date went well, I'm sure there's potential here." We didn't talk a whole lot but in December she invited me to her Christmas party. And let me tell you, this chic knows how to throw a party. That's beside the point. Okay, the party. There was no way I was going to go to a party where the only person I (barely) knew was the hostess and would have to be mingling with all of her guests. See, I don't like to be all by myself with a bunch of people I don't know. Whole insecurity thing and all. So I asked my friend, Jane (wonderful woman also!) to come with me. She's not afraid of strangers. We had such a great time. We played Catch Phrase and Apples to Apples till the cows came home. Yes, this is how Christians party.

Ever since then we have become really good friends. She is such a genuine person. I love that about her. And truly her and her hubby are some of the nicest people that we know. I seriously asked my luscious lovecake recently how they could possibly be so nice. Don't they realize that they're setting the bar way too high for the rest of us inconsiderate, rude, selfish schlubs? It's just not fair. We can't be that nice. I feel like I'm stuck in a Seinfeld episode. (You can play out all the funny details in your head.)

So, I guess what I'm trying to get at is this: God has blessed me not once, but twice with a friendship that could only come from Him knowing exactly what I needed and when I needed it.

Thank you, Lord, for my friend Misty. I never realized what a friend I had hiding there all along.