Blame Mie for everything!

See that lovely shirt up there? I adore it. Its what I get for pestering Sybil while she was writing her blogpost about Soccer Moms. As if she could *ever* really fall squarely into that catagory. She'd be the coolest soccer mom anyhow.
But I love the t shirt. I love it so much it HAD to be my new header....

Now on to what I was really going to post about.
Recently, someone from my graduating class made a profile on Myspace for our class year. An old friend alerted me to it, so, I added it to my list of friends. Why not?
Well, another old friend popped up on it. One of my best friends from highschool, as a matter of fact. She requested me to add her, but her profile was set to private, and I couldn't tell who it was, so I said No. (I don't like the myspace stalker freaks). A month later, she sent me a message saying who she was. So I added her.
Long story short, we ended up IM'ing each other yesterday morning.
Keep in mind, I have not seen this woman since 1988. We got into all kinds of trouble together in highschool, but we were KIDS! I knew a little bit about her life because I ran into her ex brother in law once, over 15 years ago, but of course that was all bad stuff about her because his brother hates her now.
AAAAAANYHOW

my point?
She started telling me all these details of her life. Her youngest daughter is bipolar, her oldest was a cutter, she smokes a lot of weed rather than take medicine for her graves disease. Her Army husband has flashbacks from the Iraq war... the list goes on and on. Oh, and she told me at least 3 times that she loved me.
I was not really prepared for all the familiarity, after 20 years. Here she was, no holds barred, telling me all the details of her life. All the very personal details. And I? Just kind of sat there, responding in a very vague way.
Because, I don't know her anymore. I knew the feisty, fun loving, trouble making, water skiing, clarinet playing girl. But the weed smoking, Army wife, parent of bipolar teenager woman? I don't know her at all. Not enough to share the intimate heartbreaks of my life with.
Now, maybe, someday, I will know her again. I will certainly talk to her, IM her, hell, we might even meet up in person again, if we can arrange it somehow. (She is moving to Georgia soon, as their last Army assignment).
But it was kind of surreal for me. Reconciling the girl with the woman. I mean, I know I grew up. But I live with me.