The books Girl S liked were characterized as breezy. I thought I knew what breezy meant. Not totally sure. I thought it meant windy. I am thinking we're not trying to say Girl S is windy. I bet we're reaching for an alternate definition. Something like boss. Or fly. Or just plain gangsta. That's Girl S. She's a mother effin' gangsta. She's tan in February, rocks the bling, and when she gets her hair did and walks in the room- all the cool kids notice.
She is spot on honest. Which is a fun process to watch and/or be victim of. Things often spill out of her mouth and when some may be all "oh snap she just told that woman with the snake tattoo on her neck whose night job is definitely a ninja that she oughtta watch herself," Girl S has a kind of hilarious peace about her when she tells it like it is. Odds are, that woman ninja needed to ACTUALLY watch herself.
Girl S is just straight up real. She has an amazing presence about her. She's engaging and also crazy freaking funny. She's smart as all get out with a master's degree in her back pocket there's no telling what she'll get into next. Regardless of what it is, she'll definitely do it in style.
Wednesday, January 27, 2010
Tuesday, January 19, 2010
Girl M: Historical/Adventure
She has climbed Mt. Kilimanjaro. I will say (slash type) it again. She has climbed Mt. Kilimanjaro. Like, hey I am going to train for months and buy a big backpack and get a sherpa and learn native words like upendo. If this alone does not qualify her as adventurous, I'm going to want to know how you spend YOUR weekends.
This whole damn thing was Girl M's idea. So at the end of the year when we're all scrambling to help build a home for someone and get something published, she's likely to be the one we'll be cursing because Habitat doesn't need any more volunteers on December 31st?! What's with that? Anyway, this whole damn thing was her idea. And by calling it a damn thing, doesn't mean I don't love it. I love every part of it. This is just the type of thing Girl M likes to do. She likes to challenge herself. And through these challenges, she has accomplished a lot. Girl M has so many accomplishments that it has been hard for me not to write about each of them as I attempt to describe her. But Girl M is not only what she has accomplished. She is what she will accomplish.
An engaged attorney with a big heart and a booming set of pipes... there's no telling what this tornado of talent will do with her life. All I know is, I can't wait.
This whole damn thing was Girl M's idea. So at the end of the year when we're all scrambling to help build a home for someone and get something published, she's likely to be the one we'll be cursing because Habitat doesn't need any more volunteers on December 31st?! What's with that? Anyway, this whole damn thing was her idea. And by calling it a damn thing, doesn't mean I don't love it. I love every part of it. This is just the type of thing Girl M likes to do. She likes to challenge herself. And through these challenges, she has accomplished a lot. Girl M has so many accomplishments that it has been hard for me not to write about each of them as I attempt to describe her. But Girl M is not only what she has accomplished. She is what she will accomplish.
An engaged attorney with a big heart and a booming set of pipes... there's no telling what this tornado of talent will do with her life. All I know is, I can't wait.
Thursday, January 14, 2010
Girl J: Funny/Feel Good/Motivational
Girl M (to be nicknamed later) annointed each of us with fitting monikers based upon the books we like to read. (Reading books is one of the 'things' we're going to do. I know. You're impressed). Girl J is Funny/Feel Good/Motivational. Which is perfect, because it appears her books describe her.
Girl. J. Is. Funny. And I don't mean the kind of funny like, "oh haha you made a joke about farting in public." Athough there have been those. I mean like, "oh-my-GAD-you-just-strung-six-really-complicated-and-unrelated-ideas-together-into-one-sentence-that-was-so-insightful-and-smart-that-I-can't-control-the-volume-of-my-big-ole-belly-laugh-and-people-are-sneering-at-me-in-the-grocery-store" kind of funny. It is simply fantastic.
However, while Girl J is often dubbed the funny one, she is not only funny. She is sweet, and thoughtful, and good at remembering things that are important to you. Like your favorite sweet treat (aka a pound of cookie dough, what what) when you really need it. Or your favorite songs on a CD your freshman year of college when you're trying to convince yourself on the daily not to drop out and move back home to Florida. She keeps kids in school, ladies and gentlemen. She's the Grand Tetons of the east coast.
Girl. J. Is. Funny. And I don't mean the kind of funny like, "oh haha you made a joke about farting in public." Athough there have been those. I mean like, "oh-my-GAD-you-just-strung-six-really-complicated-and-unrelated-ideas-together-into-one-sentence-that-was-so-insightful-and-smart-that-I-can't-control-the-volume-of-my-big-ole-belly-laugh-and-people-are-sneering-at-me-in-the-grocery-store" kind of funny. It is simply fantastic.
However, while Girl J is often dubbed the funny one, she is not only funny. She is sweet, and thoughtful, and good at remembering things that are important to you. Like your favorite sweet treat (aka a pound of cookie dough, what what) when you really need it. Or your favorite songs on a CD your freshman year of college when you're trying to convince yourself on the daily not to drop out and move back home to Florida. She keeps kids in school, ladies and gentlemen. She's the Grand Tetons of the east coast.
Tuesday, January 12, 2010
What Emotions?
There are four of us. Trying to do this thing. This---accomplishment thing. This thing where we commit to a common list of ten tasks we swear we're each going to do this year- 2010. Pinky promising and the whole bit.
We're all kind of crazy. We're pretty loud. Very happy. Very drunk, I mean full of life. We've been friends since we were 14. She knew her when she had braces, and she saw her sing in the high school plays, and she knew her when she had bangs, oh wait, we all had bangs. And mullets. Point being, a dozen years of friendship later-- we're going to do this thing. This accomplishment thing.
Being that we're loud, happy and drunk/full of life... we tended to evade our emotions. We scoffed at the girls that got all squishy about boys and blatantly laughed at each other when another cried at a skinned knee on the soccer field. We're tough, independent and all that. Except we're totally not. And only in our mid-pushing-late twenties have we allowed each into that dark place where those damn emotions come from. (The frontal lobe or the hypothalamus or the amygdala or something like that. I swear I passed neuroscience. At any rate, it's a dark and confusing place. That place emotions come from). We got all squishy about boys and definitely cried over skinned knees because have you ever skinned your knee in your twenties? ZOMG it hurts way more than when you're 14.
So, we're doing this kind of emotional thing. This accomplishment thing. We're committing to a common list of 10 things we all swear we'll do in 2010.
We're all kind of crazy. We're pretty loud. Very happy. Very drunk, I mean full of life. We've been friends since we were 14. She knew her when she had braces, and she saw her sing in the high school plays, and she knew her when she had bangs, oh wait, we all had bangs. And mullets. Point being, a dozen years of friendship later-- we're going to do this thing. This accomplishment thing.
Being that we're loud, happy and drunk/full of life... we tended to evade our emotions. We scoffed at the girls that got all squishy about boys and blatantly laughed at each other when another cried at a skinned knee on the soccer field. We're tough, independent and all that. Except we're totally not. And only in our mid-pushing-late twenties have we allowed each into that dark place where those damn emotions come from. (The frontal lobe or the hypothalamus or the amygdala or something like that. I swear I passed neuroscience. At any rate, it's a dark and confusing place. That place emotions come from). We got all squishy about boys and definitely cried over skinned knees because have you ever skinned your knee in your twenties? ZOMG it hurts way more than when you're 14.
So, we're doing this kind of emotional thing. This accomplishment thing. We're committing to a common list of 10 things we all swear we'll do in 2010.
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