Saturday, September 4, 2010

Same Song, Second Verse, A little Bit Louder and A Little Bit Worse? Nah...

"The secret to staying young is to live honestly, eat slowly, and lie about your age."
--Lucille Ball

Amen.  Except the part about lying about your age.  I prefer to tell people how old I am and have them be amazed that I can actually be nearly forty.  The slow eating and honest living parts are golden though. 

Because I am not forty yet, but one of my dear besties is as of this very minute, please go over to PandaMom's blog and give her a hard time about turning forty today.  She'll love you for it.  I promise.  And if she doesn't, I'll make it up to her next week.

Turning forty is a big deal to us, not one that we can't handle, but one we are going to celebrate and look back upon as a turning point, a cherished moment, or a momentous occasion.  After all, we have waited FORTY years for this promised land, right?  I think it's time for a little milk and honey, don't you?

A Few Reasons I Love My Friend (in no particular order)
1.  Have you seen her smile?  She will woo you with it.
2.  She laughs all the time.  Big, deep laughs and small, snickering giggles when she is supposed to be quiet.
3.  Although she certainly could (because she knows some of my not-so-nice secrets), she doesn't judge me (at least as far as I know...  haha).
4.  Neither one of us likes her own nose; each thinks the other's nose is fine.  There's an instant comaraderie in that.
5.  Her taste in music is excellent.  Even if smooth jazz is not really my thing.
6.  She gets SOOOOO excited about the little things in life.  She calls them "these small hours".  See?  She even has a special name for those tiny details.
7.  Not once has she been afraid to call me on a poor choice or thought.  In complete love, of course.
8.  Have you met her family?  Precious.  It's like getting a double present.
9.  The Black Shoe Incident (inside joke.  I won't humiliate her by telling it here.)
10.  The first time I met her she said, "[Reckless], I've heard about you." and hugged me like she had known me her whole life.  Most unfortunate that my name precedes me in such a large church.  Maybe I should try a little harder to keep it on the down low. 

I could keep going, but she is already blushing.  Happy 40th dear friend; I'll be joining you on the other side soon. 

Y'all enjoy a relaxed Labor Day weekend.  Let's not talk about that oxymoron.

1 comment:

  1. 40 is not that bad, so far it's been fun and interesting. 50 is much more daunting at this point!!