True Confessions and Other Catholic Stuff

I know, I know. I already posted today. A long, whimpering, whiney, witchy post. That was my birthday present to myself. Yeah, I know. I am a strange creature to be sure.

Anyway, as I was checking email tonight, I got a Facebook notice from one of my friends from elementary school. Joanie and I have known each other forever including going through St. Helen's elementary together. That included hiding in the bathrooms from Sister Mary Immaculate, rolling the bands of our uniform skirts to make them as short as Catholically possible before Father Kelley noticed and sneaking off grounds at lunch time to buy candy at the neighborhood convenience store. I won't even mention the truth or dare parties. Father, forgive me for I have sinned.....

Anyway....my sweet friend not only wished me a Happy Birthday but backed it up with a photo from my twelfth birthday party at my parents kitchen table. I remember that party, that table, those girls in my mother's kitchen. Staying up all night, hoping John Toppin and Robert Cabrera would try to crash the party. Life was good. It still is good. Thank you, Joanie. I love you like plucked eyebrows in seventh grade.