The story eventually had to come here. Back in September 2007 we moved into our home. We don’t own it, it’s not even a house… it’s a townhouse (individually owned) and we’ve always loved it.  When we first moved in of course we’d see our neighbors… a casual wave but then there was “THE” neighbors.


Celeste… I know you’re totally laughing right now as you’re reading this!


Right next door was this girl that was blonde, drove a convertible mustang and we NEVER said hi to each other, looked at each other… and in all actuality we just rolled our eyes when we saw the other.  We really didn’t like each other at all…. yet, we didn’t know each other.  I never introduced myself, and she never introduced herself.  


Then she got pregnant.  I casually talked to her about her pregnancy, nothing more.  


Then she had the baby… I made her dinner, started going over and talking with her.  And dang it… we’d wasted SO MUCH TIME not liking each other, because in all actuality WE WERE JUST ALIKE!  


A year ago she gave me the heartbreaking news that they were moving… not far, but moving.  There was no more convenience to our friendship anymore.  When that happens, and your life is busy you grow apart, and that’s sad, but that’s life.


Not us.  I’m actually gonna have to say that we’ve grown even more closer since she moved.  Our girls ABSOLUTELY love each other.  She has become one of my closest friends…and IS my closest friend in Oregon.  I absolutely adore her!


So, when she ended up having to move out of her dream house, and creepy pimp neighbor gave his notice she decided SHE’S COMING HOME!!!!!!  My Oregon BFF is going to be living RIGHT NEXT DOOR!  I can knock on my wall and she can come over…. our girls can play EVERY, SINGLE DAY!  


Can ya tell I’m excited?  I always think it’s so funny that we were so stand offish with each other at first only to become so close in the long run.


Now that these two girls are living right next to each other… you can probably expect a lot of blogging both here and over at {A Life Full of Ruthie} about us catching them doing things like this…. hey, since their mamas aren’t cleaning the bathrooms while visiting… somebody’s gotta do it!

On a side note… yes, this means there will no longer be any blogging about crazy pimp neighbor. HE’S FINALLY GONE!