One of the things that I miss about living in Los Angeles are my girlfriends. Women with whom I forged friendships long before husbands and children. A time when we could meet for coffee at a moments notice, have girl-talk, and wear sun dresses and sandals.
A time before cellulite.
I had a small group of gals that I met with at for weekly Bible Study and prayer time. We have friendships that have spanned two decades or more. I keep in touch with them still, even though we are all flung to the far corners of the country. Plus a few in the center.
Big huge shout out to Michelle, Keller, Karen, Debra, Sonya, Sarah, and especially to my Kathy and Marsha.
These women have been an integral part of the beginnings of my journey as a woman of faith. I miss each one dearly.
Fiddledaddy and I moved all of our belongings plus one very angry cat to Florida a little over 10 years ago to start our family. The hardest part of leaving, was saying goodbye to my girlfriends.
And as God is apt to do in my life, when He closes a door, He throws open wide a window.
I am blessed to be surrounded by an amazing group of women here in Armpit, Florida. They are my family. In every sense of the word. They include my mother-in-law, plus 5 SIL’s, and 2 adult nieces.
My SIL, Trish, has established an every-other-month ritual in which all the girls will get together at my MIL’s house on a Saturday night for fun and frivolity.
To give you an idea of the kind of goofy family that I married into, I wanted to publish a few of the e-mails that have been hurled about, in anticipation of this Saturday night event.
After Trish sent out the initial e-mail, my BIL Pete had this to say:
“I think this is a horrible idea.
You uppity women need to learn your place.
Stay home on saturday night and take care of your men.
That is all.
You may continue cleaning now.
The following was my e-mail response:
“Hey! I’ve got a great idea for a craft! Bring material and we’ll make little dolls. And don’t forget the large pointy pins. And incense! It’ll be fun!”
Which was thusly followed up my my SIL, Cathy:
“You forgot to add that to make the dolls work, I mean look nice, a locket of hair is a great addition.”
I suspect that there will be a flurry of responses, sure to tickle my funny bone today.
I’m a blessed woman. And the great part is, I’m not even the weirdest one in this group of fruitloops. Unusual, to be sure.
P.S.: I’ll be sure to take pictures of our “crafts”.