My friend, Liz

I feel pressure to write a blog about my dear friend, Liz. Liz wrote about me this week and so I owe her one.

Liz has been a buddy of mine since 4th grade. I'll never forget her "look" when she strolled in as a new student at Pinkerton Elementary: short permed blonde hair and a jump suit. But she's blossomed into a beautiful young lady! Here's what I love about her (no, Liz, this is not everything):

-I love her short responses to questions, i.e., Me: "Liz, how was your trip to Santa Fe?" Liz: "Fine." Me: "Did you do anything fun?" Liz: "Yes."
-I love the memories I have of Liz: blaring her music in her Ford Explorer, her "black" days, taking pictures in her front yard before going to George Strait concert, showing me her [horrible] cheer jumps in her uniform in her front yard, her muffins, Bosco, The Animal Club.
-She is always one to call and check in.
-She runs races with me even if she is completely not ready for it.
-She WOULD be the one that would send me a text to tell me she got engaged. That I was NOT happy about.
-She is so kind to help us (the class officers) plan our 10-year high school reunion (and Mindy, too!).
-I love that she lives 8 blocks north of me.
-I love that we go to the same church and can enjoy breakfast afterward every once in a while.

But what I love most is the fact that we've been friends for 19 years and counting! I love you Lizzy Poo Poo!