My Friend

Last night, in talking with Karla, I got to thinking about how much I cherish her friendship. And wherever I go on this earth, there are certain things that will always remind me of her. Here are a few of those things...


Every time I eat salsa con queso (or even guac) I think of Karla. Yum!!


Same goes for Cheerios. I still eat a bowl of cereal every night before bed, and because of Karla, I am more aware of how much sugar I ingest on a daily basis.


Whether I am reading one of his books, listening to him on the radio, or sitting in a lawn chair at Ravinia for a live performance, Garrison Keillor is a definite tie to Karla for me. When he starts talking about growing up in the Midwest, drinking out of Mason jars, Norwegians, etc. I remember all the times Karla and I would reminisce about the Midwest


Every Thursday night, Karla and I would get together for dinner and t.v. Although, some nights we talked so much the t.v. was long forgotten. Thursday's aren't the same without the great t.v. line-up and without my friend to hang out with. It was Karla who taught me how to cook enchiladas.


More Mexican food. Strawberry margaritas. Enough said.

Thanks for calling last night, Karla! It was great catching up with you!