Finding Midge

You’ve read her name on here before, and may have noticed her blog. But do you really know Midge, and don’t you wonder where I got her?

Marjorie and I met in 2000… I think. A male friend of mine met her on LDSSO.com. Yes, really. The day after their first date I asked him how it went. He described her as pretty, sarcastic and had enough sass to back it all up. “She opened the door with a cocktail in hand. I hated her, but you two would be PERFECT for one another!” And we were. I’ve long since lost track of him, but Midge was the best thing he could have ever done for me. I’ve loved her ever since our first date to Red Rock, even if she did smoke Newports.

I call her Midge because that’s Barbie’s best friend. But you knew that, didn’t you?

Midge's Little Man

I had a good snuggle with Ike on Sunday. Midge has two men in her life now, so being a good best friend she shares. Having something so sweet in my arms leaves me sorta craving a baby. But I'm well aware that craving a baby is much more dangerous then craving chocolate peanut butter ice cream. From what I understand it's much easier to work off one serving of ice cream then nine months of baby. Besides I promised my Mom today I'd wait until I was 35 to have a baby out of wedlock. She says that gives her sufficient time to find me a husband. I have my doubts, but if she wants to make a hobby out of my social life who am I to stop her?

The Horror of Denim--Me, Circa 1998

I, Sarah Middlenameless Nielson, will never encourage friends to start blogging again. I have learned a very valuable lesson. Midge started a blog for her new son Ike, but realizing how cool blogs can be, she created her own as well. Here she's posted some humiliating photos she arranged of me years ago. And in typical self-deprecating fashion I'm going to pass them on.

"Why," you ask? Why not.

View the horror here.

What I've learned since the 90's:
1) Having a killer tan leads to skin cancer.
2) All fashion from this decade should be burned.

I hope to forgive her before tonight's Ryan Adams concert. Since I don't have a date she'll have to snuggle me if i get cold. Let the healing process begin...