My youngest Nephew, Max, has a little trouble with pronouns. He pretty much only uses "him" or "her". In his defense, he's 4, and he primarily learned to speak while living in China, so sometimes his accent sounds like a Chinese person who speaks English as their second language. Don't judge him. He's super smart. He'll be fine.
Anyway, this week while I was over at Mom and thems, I mentioned Andee and he turned to me and said "Her your beautiful friend?" To which I replied (mildly choked up) "That's right, Max. Her most definitely my beautiful friend."
Andee turned 40 this past week, and I'd be lying if I said I wasn't a little relieved she had to go first. I get to be in denial for four more months. Andee handled it well, though. We worked out any mild apprehensions we might have had about it by drinking a box of wine, watching the Sex and The City 2 movie, verbalizing our feelings at an unnecessarily loud volume, and drunk dialing her friend Gary...so it's all good. I also got to witness her husband giving her a beautiful Tiffany necklace over a extravagant dinner at Ruth's Chris. Never let it be said that that dude is anything less than a class act. No one makes me feel richer than he does. (Thanks, Tracy)
2010 was hectic for me, and that is the candy-coated version of the truth. And I'm certain, without Andee, I would have had to spend all of my very limited disposable income on therapy. But instead, in 2010, my life got BETTER. Even with all the crazy shit that went down. My relationships, my mental health, my mind/body/and sprirt, all IMPROVED. And it's not because I'm so smart. It's because she is. Or maybe that's just what happens when people feel unconditional acceptance. All I know is I've never been happier.
The point is this...and I don't wanna get all sisterhood of the traveling pants about it...but it is always Andee who is pioneering the way for me. She always goes first. She's my safety net. She clears the path, reminds me that we will always have enough, encourages me to be all of me (no matter what the consequences), and makes me feel like none of it is that big a deal. And for a person like myself, who's prone to histrionic behavior, that is no small feat.
She's the yen to my yang. The half full to my half empty. The Oprah to my Gail. To quote the eloquent and wise Celine Dion, I'm everything I am because she loved me. And I only mean that in a mildly tongue and cheek way. Saying I love her doesn't seem big enough, but since I can't think of anything bigger, I'll say it anyway...I love you, beautiful friend. Whatever age you are will always be the new 30.
But instead of vomit and feces in the cup, it's nonfat chai latte.
We are two smart, savvy, and sometimes snarky women who finally realized that we may be better at the internet than we are at actual life. ( I can haz internetz skilz, plz?) We also have an opinion, and a conscience - because all snark and no substance is never sexy.
By trade, I suppose you could say that Andee is a wedding planner and Heather is a Recruiter, but neither of those titles actually reflect much about either of us.
Andee is married and Heather is single. And while we're both from the southern region of the United States, rest assured that this will not affect either our progressive opinions or our grammar. We have opinions on politics, religion, pop culture, stirrup pants, and parenting. And while neither of us have children, trust me when I say that won't stop us from telling you how to raise yours.
Most people like us. A few people find us obnoxious. But when it comes to the latter, we really feel that says more about them than it does about us.