Ok, so just like Sheryl, I'm trying to get this out with a small window of time. My 9 month old is entertaining herself in her "office", which is really just a corner of our living room crammed with her toys. I expect at any second for her to slam her hand in her play laptop and start screaming because she does this about 19 time a day. Also, I'm not even sure if I'm going to be any good at this blogging thing. At least, not as good as Sheryl. For Christ sake, shes a writer. I'm just a glorified ass wiper. But, I'll give it a whirl.
I guess this blog is going to be about us, our friendship and such. So, I guess i will start off by giving you a small history of our friendship. Sheryl and I have been friends for approximately 32 years. This is something that is not easy for me to admit, since I mostly tell people that I'm 26 when they ask my age. Frankly, 32 years later, I'm a tad shocked that Sheryl is still my friend. I mean, looking back now, I don't think I was always the best choice for a friend.
For example, there was the time one summer that I made up a game called "Dodge Rock". This entailed one person to sit is our wading pool and the other to stand outside of it and throw rocks at the person in the pool. The idea was for the person in the pool to swim back and forth and try to avoid getting pummeled by jagged, pointy rocks. I, of course got to be the rock thrower and Sheryl held the position of the dodger. Come on, who wouldn't want to play that game???
There was also the time I nearly amputated her finger with a pair of kiddie scissors. While she was bleeding profusely and crying, I was covering her mouth with my hand to muffle her cries so as not to alert any parental figures. It was of course purely accidental, not planned out like Dodge Rock. I'm not a complete psychopath.
After being such a great childhood friend to Sheryl, she asked me to be her maid of honor. I totally sucked at it (sorry again, Sheryl). In my defense, I was like 50 months preggers with my second kid and totally broke. Also, I was only 23 and didn't really get how the world of weddings worked. Like, planning a shower, bachelorette party....or at least helping the bride get ready on the big day. Nope, didn't do any of these. I rock!!!
Over the years we have grown apart and found our way back to each other a zillion times. I am lucky that there were enough good times in our friendship to overshadow Dodge Rock and the like, so she would still want to be my friend. You all know you want to be BFF's with me too. Come on, it'll only cost you a game of Dodge Rock. And maybe a pinkie toe.
~Jill
I guess this blog is going to be about us, our friendship and such. So, I guess i will start off by giving you a small history of our friendship. Sheryl and I have been friends for approximately 32 years. This is something that is not easy for me to admit, since I mostly tell people that I'm 26 when they ask my age. Frankly, 32 years later, I'm a tad shocked that Sheryl is still my friend. I mean, looking back now, I don't think I was always the best choice for a friend.
For example, there was the time one summer that I made up a game called "Dodge Rock". This entailed one person to sit is our wading pool and the other to stand outside of it and throw rocks at the person in the pool. The idea was for the person in the pool to swim back and forth and try to avoid getting pummeled by jagged, pointy rocks. I, of course got to be the rock thrower and Sheryl held the position of the dodger. Come on, who wouldn't want to play that game???
There was also the time I nearly amputated her finger with a pair of kiddie scissors. While she was bleeding profusely and crying, I was covering her mouth with my hand to muffle her cries so as not to alert any parental figures. It was of course purely accidental, not planned out like Dodge Rock. I'm not a complete psychopath.
After being such a great childhood friend to Sheryl, she asked me to be her maid of honor. I totally sucked at it (sorry again, Sheryl). In my defense, I was like 50 months preggers with my second kid and totally broke. Also, I was only 23 and didn't really get how the world of weddings worked. Like, planning a shower, bachelorette party....or at least helping the bride get ready on the big day. Nope, didn't do any of these. I rock!!!
Over the years we have grown apart and found our way back to each other a zillion times. I am lucky that there were enough good times in our friendship to overshadow Dodge Rock and the like, so she would still want to be my friend. You all know you want to be BFF's with me too. Come on, it'll only cost you a game of Dodge Rock. And maybe a pinkie toe.
~Jill
Love these childhood games- we all have stuff like that that we made up with our friends. So good to remember.
ReplyDeleteP.S. You are not just a glorified ass-wiper. Pretty sure the kids you take care of everyday and the moms who trust you with their babies do not think of you that way.
I used to eat dry oatmeal as part of playing school. Not really sure how the two were related, though.
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