As most of you know, I have 3 sons. Now, I love these guys with every fiber of my being and wouldn't trade 'em fer nuthin, but there are times...ohhh there are times...when a woman has had her fill of testosterone and she absolutely must be around people who talk about shoes, and comment on your lip gloss, and tell you you've lost weight when you've actually gained 3 lbs. and who notice that your toenail polish totally matches your purse and just generally make you feel good all over. And let's face it, we need somebody we can talk about our men with!
Now, I have wonderful female friends of all ages, but there are 4 girls who are especially dear to me.They are collectively referred to as "My Girls". Everybody knows who "My Girls" are. They are: Leslie, Bridget, Shannon and Robin.
I met Les, Bridget and Shannon about 3 years ago when we all worked together at Gap. We worked in their corporate department and we were known as "The Winds Of War". Of course, there were plenty of women my age to make friends with, but there's just something about being with young 20 somethings that puts a capital "P" and "V" in a persons "-iss and -inegar", ya know what I mean??? We were a force to be reckoned with, let me tell ya! Our manager feared us and for good reason! We could make ANY situation fun or funny.
One time, Shannon and I were doing some spring cleaning and a supervisor, Ben, was helping out. We had box loads of trash to take to the dumpster so the three of us started making a haul. Now, Ben didn't notice that Shannon and I had been pulling some thick cardboard tubes out of the trash and setting them aside, so just as he was about to close up the dumpster and head back to the office, we backed him into a corner, tubes in hand -bouncing off our open palms- and said, "Ben, you may be the boss in there, but out here, you ain't shi-ite." We then proceeded to beat poor Benny-boy til we were laughing so hard we couldn't stand any more. It wasn't long before Ben was shipped off to Afghanistan and our hearts were warmed knowing we'd done our part for the war effort by preparing him for guerrilla warfare tactics. Ahh...good times...
When Shannon got engaged to a guy in Texas, there was NO way I was going to let her make the move half way across the country all by herself. So we loaded up her tiny Ford Focus with everything she owned and "Thelma and Louise" were off on a road-trip. We had the BEST time. I hadn't driven a stick-shift in like....20 years so that was WAY fun! :-\ We made it from Sacramento to my brother's door in Dallas and never made one wrong turn in those 2000 miles. WE ROCKED!
And last October I had the privilege of being "Mother of the Bride-zilla" (hehe...just kidding Shanny!) What an honor it was! I'm just so incredibly proud of this young girl. She's had some hard knocks in life but she continues to make right choices. Leslie and I spent 5 days bunking together and laughing at Shannon's many adorable foibles and I can truly say...it was one of the happiest days of my life.
Which brings me to Robin. I met Robin when she was just a girl with dreams. Her mother has been one of my dearest and closest friends for about 12 years, so I've had the pleasure of seeing Robin grow into a bright, beautiful, caring, wise young woman. There really is nothing better than having the privilege of mentoring someone who values all that is good and right. Robin is such a girl, which made this past Saturday such a special day. I got to give her a bridal shower where 70 of her nearest and dearest family and friends rejoiced in her up-coming marriage. And in just a few weeks, I'll be walking down the aisle as her matron-of-honor; what a privilege it will be to watch the dreams of a little girl come true on that day.
So even though my home is filled with boys and boy noises, and boy toys and boy smells, all I have to do is spend a few hours with My Girls for that place in my heart, reserved for all things feminine, to be full to over-flowing once again.
Oh, how I love My Girls. Almost as much as I love My Boys.
Posted by PamCHBF at April 18, 2005 12:03 PM