Gum

Funny how little things trigger memories of people. I was reaching for a piece of gum today.

Those of you who know me well, know that this is something that happens MANY times each day. For some reason today I thought of Amy C. while I was chewing my gum. I don't know Amy well. I was at her house once, and she was at my house once too. When she was at my house we were working on a project for her and she saw my “gum jar”. I think she was shocked. (I would have been...) Some people have candy jars. I don’t. I have a gum jar. It just makes more sense for me to empty all my gum into a big jar, rather than trying to fish a piece out of a pack each time I want one, or even trying to find a pack for that matter. Amy shares my same love of gum. (She probably doesn't have a gum jar though.) I don't really know if it is a love, or an addiction, or what the exact word really is. I started chewing a lot of gum when I want3ed to loose weight. It made more sense to me not to eat food if I had a fresh piece of gum in my mouth. I don’t really know what the point of telling all of all you this is, other than the point of me saying that I thought of Amy today. Amy moved away this summer. Amy is a great person, although I didn't ever get a chance to know her well. From what I did know, she has a personality like no one I’ve ever met before. I’ve wondered if I’ll ever meet anyone else like her. Probably not. Hang onto your seats, Utah… here comes Amy!