“He’s so cute. Did he see you look at him?” she asked.
“Um, no! Are you kidding? Do you think he likes me?” I replied.
“How could he not?” she encouraged.
“Yeah, but he has a girlfriend and he just jokes around with me.”
“He’s secretly in love with you! He just is too shy to tell you.” Her encouragement was without end.
“Really, you think so?” I asked with an invigorated hope.
“I know so!” she lied . . .
She knew he barely knew I existed, yet her unfailing desire to keep me from throwing myself off a bridge prompted her to soothe my bruised and battered ego with some little
lies words of encouragement .
She also knew that eventually I’d come to my senses and see that my CRUSH was a dork who liked to wear corny white suits and pose like John Travolta wannabe. She was right . . .
We talk on the phone for hours even though we both hate being stuck on the phone. We can not talk for months and then pick up right where we left off, never missing a beat. We’ve known each other since high school—sophomore year. We’ve seen each other through break-ups, family turmoil, and major life decisions.
She has an amazing sense of humor. I’m constantly laughing at, well, her life. Her observations are spot on and contain a healthy dose of sarcasm. She is one of those people that the minute you meet her, you like her. You want to take her out to lunch and split a pizza and drink some margaritas.
She’s honest. She’s real. Not a phony bone in her body.
She knows me so well and thankfully, she keeps me real. I admire her . . . I wonder if she knows that?
She does now.
She’s probably reading this right now.
She’s entered the blog world. I made her do it. She’s just too damn funny not to share her life and musings with the rest of the world. Seriously, scram. Get outta here and read a blog with some real substance.
Welcome, my BFF.
Bloggy buds, meet Jedi Mama. She rocks. She’s hawt. She's a FORCE (get it???) to be reckoned with. Don’t let her tell you otherwise.
BTW, thanks to all those who read the first installment of my About Me post. It took FOREVER to write it. I'd give each and every one of you a prize for suffering through that whole tangle of words. I would have been lucky to have gotten past the first few paragraphs before starting to drool and stumble for the exit, or ESCAPE button.