So late this evening I was downloading some old school music from the eighties and early nineties and remembering the good old days of my youth. Thinking about my youth, my mind wandered to all the things that meant so much to me like my family home on Old Melrose Road in Roseburg Oregon, going to the Douglas County Fair and showing my pig in 4-H, playing golf at the Country Club with my Nana and then all of the sudden I missed my best friend....Jerrod Potter. I remember the first time I saw him he looked like Malibu Ken Doll! He had just moved to Oregon from California and was wearing Stussy and Mossimo everything and had more gel in his hair than should be allowed. I wanted him more than anything a 14 year old girl could ever want! I remember sitting in my desk and just watching the back of his head when all of the sudden he turned around and smiled at me. I couldn't believe he just started talking to me like I was somebody worth talking to. Let me just say, as far as Junior High School girls went...I was not doing so well for myself and I had no idea why this gorgeous boy was talking to me when I was neither pretty nor popular. After I got over the fact that he didn't seemed bothered by the fact that I was a walking embarrasment and was not going to further his status in the new school and he still wanted to hang out and talk to me....we somehow became best friends...
So what did I do...I started to panic...I haven't heard from him since he lived in Salem in an apartment by the college...oh but he said if I even need him I could call his parent....okay Katie think....his parent number....he always had a trick to help you remember something about 2/3 of evil...think Katie think...oh what are you thinking...this is 2007...do what everybody in the world does...GOOGLE THEM!!! So that is exactly what I did...and guess what I found???? He has a blog right here on blogger! Yay me! He even lives in Portland! I was so tickled to see my Jerrod alive and kicken that I stayed up all night reading his entire blog in one sitting. Come to find out that I am pretty sure that he lives pretty close to my sister somewhere and attends the same church as one of my long time friends. What the poo? Anywho...here are some pics of me and him growing up...
He used to love coming to my house because my mother would feed him like there was no tomorrow....
One time he came into the living room with chocolate from ear to ear and we all died laughing!
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MY LITTLE KATIE LOU, WHAT THE POOH?!!!! It's so great to hear from you for the first time in eleventy billion years. Thanks for that awesome posting. It made a flurry of thoughts and emotions come over me. Nice pics by the way. I will call you.
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