May I guest write on my own blog?  This is a blast from the past. A blog post I had written prior to my xanga days although a few of you might recognize it. Written sometime around August 2005.

Old Friends are Sweeter

than peaches and cream pie.

My childhood pals, SY and CO, and I were asked to sing at church by our former school teacher. We got together at my house this past Saturday to do some practicing. But first there was some reminiscing to be done.

We three have been through a bit together. Growing up in a small church we were the only girls in a 5 year range, although we are all within 9 months of each other. We had another friend, SO, who is only 1.5 years older than us and had no girlfriends quite her age, the nearest being a year older. She was subjected to our friendship and dealt with us graciously. Because she was older and more mature, she had somewhat of a celebrity status among us (all subconsciously, I’m sure!)

Since this is a family-friendly blog, I will refrain from revealing all of our secrets. After all, our children may get ahold of this someday!

When we 3 were around 13 years of age, we had this brilliant idea to do a bike trip to Sarasota. We even had asked CO’s bro-in-law to go with us. We brought Sears catalogs along to school to pick out all the right equipment. To help raise money, we decided to put on a Br’er Rabbit show at school and tried to figure out how much to charge. Fifty-cents per person? Twenty-five cents? Anyway, the powers that be decided that we could not charge anything, but the fellow-students could make donations. We practiced many long hours and finally the big production day came. I was Br’er Rabbit, SY was Br’er Fox and CO was Br’er Bear, all complete with homemade costumes. Our celebrity friend SO agreed to collect donations for us. Well, we raised a grand total of $1.10 and we ended given some of that to SO for her faithful labors on our behalf. I think that fund-raiser was the beginning of the end of the dream for our bike trip. Especially considering that none of us had good bikes. And $1.10 was not much money, even in the mid-80s.

We had another brilliant idea. That was to see if we could stay up all night (SO joined us for this venture). We congregated in the camper in CO’s back yard. I can’t remember what all we did to stay awake. I’m pretty sure there were some card games going on and I know we did away with a Cool Whip container of candy. Well, about 5 am we decided it was time to eat the pancakes with the batter that CO had so lovingly prepared the night before. I’m not sure exactly what the problem was but I think batter thickens overnight and the skillet was too hot. The resulting 1″ thick cakes were crisp and black on the outside and running in the middle. Some of us got to sleep the next day after we got home. The other 2 had to go help at a church bakesale.

We had yet another brilliant idea. How many sticks of gum can you chew at a time? A whole 17 pack? We had another slumber party to find out. Yup. It is possible. Who can blow the biggest bubble with that amount of gum? And yup, we only had 1 pack with which to find out. Let’s just say that germs were not as bad for you in those days.

We had yet even another brilliant idea. We were (nearly) obsessed with Pringles Chees’ums in those days. Snacks being more rare in the 80s than they are now. We had yet another slumber party to see if we couldn’t satisfy this craving. We each brought a can, and we poured them into one big bowl. Yup, we didn’t even get 1 can eaten. And yup, to this day, none of us particularly cares for them anymore. Chees’ums at 2 in the morning just don’t cut it!

We had other contests and brilliant ideas but like I said, this is family-friendly; plus I sure would hate to bore you.

So we eventually got to practicing and remembered the fact that we had actually sung at 2 weddings together. We had to wonder if we were even any good and what had possessed them to ask us to sing? The fact that we sang a lot in school didn’t necessarily qualify us for that big of an audience!!

We got finished with our practice I cut the peaches and cream pie that I had made to celebrate the fact that we were together, even for a few hours. Argghhh! My pie wasn’t quite done although I had baked it as long is it called for. But they bravely ate it anyway.

The next day CO was able to come to church because of a headache and upset stomach. I can’t help but wonder if the pie was the culprit. I need to call and find out. Maybe send her some flowers. Maybe send her recipe back to her and tell her it needed an addendum: “If baking in a aluminum pan, place on bottom rack, back longer than you think it should and check it thoroughly to make sure it’s done!” Yeah, I know. I knew that already. Just forgot. Not your fault, CO!

All I can say is, I’m glad that my childhood friendships have withstood the test of “flops.” Between the three of us we have 22 years of marriage, 6 kids and 3.5 years of VS. Okay, so the marriage and kids are theirs, but most of the VS is mine! I’m also thankful for all of you whom I call “friend.” I truly am blessed. Indeed ALL friendships are sweeter than peaches and cream pie. Even if the pie turns out okay.

Marylou