girmander

who knew?

i love my friend voika to death, and i've known her since high school. but really...who knew that we had girl crushes on each other back then. she has lots of girl crushes. me? not so much.

when i think about most of my friends that i have made after college, it's not many. i do have to say the ones i have made friends with (and still consistently talk to), have to be from girl crushes. every one of the women i'm friends with are people i really truly admire in some way or another. i never really realized that until the lion went away and i spent time doing my own thing and talking/writing to my friends. and they are an amazing group of women.

so, the lion comes back from DC in 2 hours. i'm sure he's all info securitied out. i miss his fuzz alot and i can't wait to see him!

in other notes, i've done the primary and second series this week. and had a private pilates session. i think pilates will help me in my hip injury and the nasty habit i have for overcompensating in my body.
we'll see tho.. and i really do have to start training for that tri next year.

so we went to a friend's party. the lion has known them for alot longer than i have and he was the best man at their wedding. they bought a new house out in the 'burbs and i hadn't seen it yet. it was mostly her friends which is fine. the lion and i were the only friends left of his former job at the university.

her friends at the party? ehh... mostly women who have a complex about their image. as my coworker (who is heavy herself) likes to say, they all had "fat girl rage". co worker's solution is to get over it. ha!

anyways, so she tells this story. she's 4'11 and about my weight. o she ain't dainty.

here it goes.

she was changing clothes in a bedroom one day and she took off her engagement ring. finished changing clothes and for the life of her could not find her ring. she thought she had lost in the sink while washing her hands, she thought it was under her bed, she looked everywhere. so the day went on and she was worried about the ring but figured it would turn up. well, nature called and she was well on her way to doing her "business" when all of a sudden she hears a *plop* *clang* in the toliet bowl. yes, you read it right.

her ring was in the toliet. how did it get there you say? it was wedged in her crack.

.....

i know you have questions. too bad i don't have the answers. i mean, LADIES, look at your rings. imagine that in your crack. IT'S NOT POSSIBLE IS IT? the prongs! the PAINFUL prongs i say! and the wedging. how does one do that? is the gluteus maximus so tight that it hoovers up engagement rings? in addition to that we're talking HOURS of not knowing. HOURS! how is that possible?

yes, she told it in public. in front of her in-laws. i would have been MORTIFIED. and then after the story what do you say to that? i mean really what do you say?