You're so vain, you probably think this post is about you...

So you know how you meet someone and you just instantly "click" and you know you're going to be friends forever? I have a friend like that. She is wonderful and I love her. We met at church--I saw her alone with her 3 girls and felt bad for this poor single mother who had a distractingly large zit/cold sore (I'm not sure which, but it was like another entity!) that I kept trying not to stare at. I introduced myself, welcomed her to the ward and told her to call me if she ever needed anything. Well, to my surprise, she called me the next day needing something. Her daughter was sick and she wanted to know if I knew of a good pediatrician. Well, of course I do so I gave her the information and we talked on the phone for 3 hours. This is remarkable if you know me (which some of you do. You Internet Crazies who stumble upon my blog when you google "large picture belgian lace" will just have to take my word for it.) but so it was. We talked about EVERYTHING and I soon learned she wasn't a sad, scorned woman at all. Her husband was finishing up his doctorate and would soon be joining them. We just became better and better friends and pretty soon I knew I couldn't possibly live without her. She's introduced me to what is one of my favorite books, "A Girl Named Zippy." Read it, you'll love it! She also introduced me to some of the other niceties of life I'd have never experienced without her (namely Arrested Development on DVD and Stephen Colbert). Really, I mean, each life that touches ours for good, right? She's also been a part of some of my most embarrassing moments. (being dressed in fairy wings and a pimp hat after the Saturday night session of Stake Conference and taken out for ice cream on my birthday and, well, this magical experience that I still cannot think about without blushing.) She helped Scott plan one of our funnest dates of all time, threw me a babyshower and helped me paint my kitchen. I know every time I get on my treadmill and run even though I want to die that she is proud of me. She made it her personal mission to make sure that my birthday(s) did not suck like it does every year. Pretty great friend right? Right. Until she moved. To WISCONSIN. (Was it something I said?)
The moral of my story is this:
I miss her. Lots. I am blessed to be surrounded by lots of wonderful friends. (Really, you guys are great!) But I need (as Scott says) "a Jami." I don't have a Jami anymore. I need a Jami. I know that there are tons of wonderful friends around me who would be there for me in a second. Who would happily let me pour out the happy and sad and scary and embarrassing things that I have shoved in my heart. But I just can't do it. No one is that perfect combination of everything Jami is for me and I miss that.  So I'm currently accepting applications for a new Jami. Here are the qualifications:
-You have to live close to me. Close enough to come over at a moment's notice because I'm trying to cut Scott's hair and I maybe just scalped him and I need you to fix it.
-You have to be able to tell me if it would be wrong to buy the same kind of cologne for my husband that I once bought an old boyfriend
-You have to have at least 1 kid that Jack likes to play with
-You have to be able to recommend a great book
-You have to understand why I think it's funny to say that my attorney's name is Bob Loblaw or why I will often remind you that "The money is in the banana stand!"
-You can't judge me when I tell you that if loving NASCAR is wrong, I don't want to be right
-You need to know when I'm just pretending to be okay when really I'm not
-You need to be able to switch from laughing so hard we cry to crying so hard we laugh  in the flip of a switch
-You need to have a husband that understands and can actually entertain Scott
-You need to have kids who think I'm the coolest thing since sliced bread, who know where my snack drawer is and who will let me take them on birthday adventures
-You need to support my parenting decisions and have similar parenting philosophies
-You need to be secure enough to come with me to see some great bands in concert even if it means inadvertently attending a gay pride event. Bonus points if you sport your "Erase the hate" plastic purple bracelet every now and then just to relive the memories.
-Be able to convince me that I DO, in fact, WANT to go check out yard sales because I could end up finding some really cute, super cheap clothes for my kid.
-You need to be able to tell when I'm overwhelmed and need to get out of the house for lunch or dinner. You need to have enough pull with Scott to accomplish this on short notice.
I'm sure there are more I'll think of later, but be aware that if you'll do my hair and/or nails for free, I can forgive some of the above items. ;o)

I miss you friend. BFF.