I got an email this morning that made my day. It was from a long-lost friend. Well, he isn't really lost, considering I know exactly where he is. But it has been way too LONG since we've seen each other or even emailed.

It's amazing how I can harbor affection for someone I haven't seen in years. Sometimes I just know that there is something special about a particular person, that there's a bond and mutual respect worth hanging onto. And when that is the case, it is remarkably easy to reconnect and step right back into the friendship. I think that's what amazes me most of all.

I've recently come to believe that friendships have logical life cycles. Each of the people I consider a friend brings something different to the table - I've thought about it, and the characteristics I value in each person truly are different from the others. And while I'm not one who believes that everything happens for a reason, I do see that there is purpose behind the friendships we keep and the ways in which we keep them. Some friendships remain steady over time and are ones I depend on, some are too intense to have longevity but they're damn good while they last, and some fade in and out as needed. And I really do think it's as needed. I don't always know what compels me to re-initiate a friendship or what provokes someone to look me up after much time has passed, but I think it's a (perhaps subconscious) reaching out for what that person has to offer. And sometimes it's just the opposite - it's a sense that someone you care about, someone you share a spirit with but maybe haven't seen in awhile, needs you and what you have to offer.

H, my long-lost friend, is the most sincere person I've ever met, the kind of person who truly values the people in his life and uplifts them every way he can. And for me, his timing couldn't have been better.

(And the best part is, he's moving and will be closer to where we are. As in, no longer on the opposite coast but within two hours' driving distance closer. Fuck yeah.)

I didn't do SPD today, because I sorta already did the fitting room thing before. I wanted to do it again with the twist, but I was just too tired this week to do much of anything, what with the non-pregnancy and all. (Heh.)

But here's a portrait I'd prefer to look at anyway. Circus Kelli sent me this. (Thank you, girl!) DO YOU SEE THE SHIRT HE IS WEARING? True love is a beautiful thing.

(I just hope the fact that his hair is a bit rumpled and he has that blissed out expression has nothing to do with the Hooters in the background. I can't compete with that, even in my current boobin' it up (™JessicaRabbit) state.)

I was at my parents' house earlier this week and Dad was flipping through the channels and he came upon Full House. Of course he stopped - my John Stamos obsession is no secret. It was the one where Stephanie is making a video for class. And it was the scene in which Rebecca is trying to entertain the twins and she is singing "Bad Boys" and dancing for them (much like the scene in Friends in which Rachel is singing "Baby Got Back" and shaking her butt to quiet Emma), and unbeknownst to her, Stephanie is taping. And then Uncle Jesse comes in and sees Rebecca dancing (much like Ross walks in on Rachel) and starts teasing her about it. And then, THEN out of nowhere, he breaks out the dance moves himself. And I'm not talking a little butt wiggling. I'm talking extreme pelvis gyrating. I'm talking leaned-back, leading with The Gyrating Pelvis, come rub your body up and down against mine, baby dancing. It was HOT, y'all. I have never wanted so badly to bump and grind against a man like I did at that moment, and if my dad hadn't been sitting there, I would have clung to that tv and rubbed my body all over it.