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Archive: August 2007

August 9, 2003

That was the date that The Coopahues were born. It’s Kevin’s last day in Texas, and I think that all of this “moving stuff” is finally starting to sink in. If we’re lucky, we get to have one true friend in our lives. If we’re REALLY lucky, we get two. Some of you may know the kind of person I’m about to describe. If you do, please call them and tell them how much they mean to you.
I’ve always made friends fairly easily. I like to think I’m a nice and a thoughtful person. So, a few years ago, when Kevin and Camille decided that the four of us should hang out, I thought it was a pretty good idea. You see, we had been “blog buddies” for a while, and Camille and Kevin found each other through the magic of the internets. One thing led to another, and after many beers and several “Will and Grace” game nights, the Coopers moved in next door. At first, there was “fence mail”, but we decided that wasn’t good enough. So, one hot summer day, Kevin and Josh pulled a “Kool-Aid” and tore out part of the fence and put in a gate. Our house was their house, and their house was ours. I knew my way around Camille’s kitchen as well as I did my own. I was there the day G-Man was born. I was there for birthdays, bumps, and bruises. My family grew, not only by those three wonderful people, but by their families, too. Camille’s mom adopted us. Josh’s parents never fail to welcome us with open arms. But it all started with the Redhead.
Camille is the glue who holds us all together. She was the one who was so insistent that we all get together that first night. Who knew that one night of bowling would launch us into the best friendship of my life? You have to understand (even though I’m pretty sure that’s impossible unless you’re one of the four of us): We’ve shared monumental highs and lows. When one of us is hurting, there is nothing, NOTHING the others won’t do to try to ease the pain. When one of us is happy, we all are. For four years, we’ve moved as a unit. Family vacations take on a whole new meaning when it’s family that you actually want to spend time with. After our first week-long vacation together, we all came home and, instead of saying “See ya later. I’m sick of you”, we all ordered pizza and hung out some more.
Two weeks ago, we called the Coopers to tell them that we were moving. Her first response? “When do you need me to come up and help you pack?” No hesitation. And, of course, she did come up. She spent a week of her life helping me organize mine. I guess the point of all of this is to try to begin to say “Thank You”. But that really doesn’t seem like enough. If the Coopers still lived next door, we would have turned down this opportunity. It wouldn’t have been worth it. But, times change, and where we are is really just geography. No matter how far away we are, we’ll still be right next door in our hearts and minds.
So to Camille and Josh, and in the name of all things Coopahue, we love you. There could never be better friends than you both have been to us. And while we won’t see each other quite as often, we’ll need to remember that distance is just a number, and you’re with us every day in our hearts. Our lives are richer, and I know I’m a better person, because I know you.

And Away We Go

It’s finally official. Kevin and I are moving to Florida (yep, you read it right). It’s extremely hard for me to leave Texas (because, let’s face it: it’s TEXAS), but we have an amazing opportunity, and we both feel like we have to take it. So. In a week, I’ll put my house on the market, and in a few days, I’ll start packing up. We’ll be in the Orlando area, so you better believe I’ll be purchasing an annual pass to the House of Mouse! And we’ll only be one quick flight away from the beach house, so maybe we can get down there more than we’re able to now.
All in all, we’re both pretty excited about it (except for the fact that it’s not, you know, Texas), but we have a busy few weeks ahead of us!

Dog Days: Part Deux

After last week’s drama with Chloe, Rigley decided that she, too, needed some attention. She refused to eat for two days (flu bug), and then the tumor on her toe started to really give her some trouble, so she was off to the vet today. She has been a couple of times before to have her tumors aspirated, but I was really worried about this one. Thankfully, the pathology came back negative for cancer (yet again). I know I stress way too much over all her lumps and bumps, but even the vet told me to stop it. I am finally coming to terms with the fact that my spry and active dog is, in fact, an old lady. She IS 12 & 1/2 after all, and her tumors are like my gray hairs: They’re just a sign of age. She’s pretty pissed at me now, though, since she had to have a 3 inch needle stuck in her foot, but at least I know that she’s perfectly healthy, if a little bit bumpy.




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