Here’s To The Girlfriends

Posted February 21, 2010 by mrsmere66
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Do you remember the time when you’re friends were simply vital to your existence?  You rushed out every summer morning to meet them, the day shimmering with possibilities.  My girlfriends and I would dance in our bedrooms with window sheer hair dressings and ice cream scoop microphones to the steady beat of “Philadelphia Freedom” blaring on my record player.  We would grab flashlights and play “Ghost, Ghost in the Graveyard” in the empty lot across the street, giddy with the freedom of being out after dark.  We would break up over hopscotch and make up over a PB and J later in the afternoon.  Our Barbies fell in love with Ken or G.I. Joe, or became Miss America, or lost their little high heels while riding in the pink wicker baskets on the front of our Schwinns. 

Then we grew up.  The girlfriends took second place to the boyfriends, then the husbands and kids and jobs and in-laws and sitters.  Our biggest connection to another woman was chatting up the goalie’s mom on the sidelines while we waited for the next soccer game to finally end.  We still had friends, of course, but generally we would shoot of a quick e-mail or steal a few minutes on the phone while chauffeuring our kids to their next event.

Late last week I was working at my desk when two of my friends came around the corner to drag me away for lunch.  We pulled up a menu online and chattered like magpies discussing the cons of calories versus the big pro of a chocolate banana shake.  (The shake won.)  I walked down the hallway after lunch and it suddenly occurred to me – I had discovered the value of girlfriends all over again.

They are our secret keepers, our obsession sharers, our strongest allies and our goofiest partners in crime.  If you find a good one, she knows the companionship of silence and the distraction of chatter, and she’ll know which one is needed at that moment.  She’ll applaud your purse choices, “ooh” and “aahh” over your new pair of sandals, and look at every single picture you snapped of your five year old’s birthday party.  She’ll take your keys when you’ve had one too many, find the nearest chick flick and make a date with you, and teach you how to make up a new poker game on the spot.

So, here’s to the girlfriends.  I once thought it was nonsense that psychologists said women are the more social of the sexes.  I understand that now.  Whether you’re ten or you’re eighty, you need the balance of a few good girlfriends in your life.  Ask the soccer mom standing next to you or the new lady one cube over out to lunch one day.  It might just be the start of a great friendship.

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Confessions of A Reality TV Junkie

Posted February 21, 2010 by mrsmere66
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I really would like to confess that I have all the major news programs recorded on my DVR.  I would love to say when I come home from a hard day’s work, after driving the kids to and fro, I settle down to a good Times magazine for intellectual stimulation.  It just simply wouldn’t be true.  I’m a Reality TV Junkie, and I have the overburdened DVR to prove it.

I don’t enjoy standard reality television – you won’t catch me watching Big Brother or Flavor of Love or anything in that genre.  Not that those aren’t entertaining, and I have many well educated and well rounded friends that are simply enthralled with these types of shows.  I guess my genre is more accurately described as Competitive Reality TV.  I’m unabashed in my devotion to Top Chef or Project Runway or American Idol or even The Next HGTV Star.  If there’s a group of similarly minded people with a specific talent, who will either be voted off by America or sent packing based on a group of “expert” judges – I’m there.

I’ve been thinking lately about why these shows appeal to me so much.  I can’t cook a decent meal to save my life, I don’t sew or paint, and I’m certainly not the next Kelly Clarkson.  Maybe it’s my lack of these skills that holds part of my fascination.  I’m amazed that there are people out there that can take newspaper and make a kicky little overcoat in one day or less.  I’m confounded that there’s a waitress on roller skates just waiting for Simon Cowell to discover her so she can make millions. 

I also like a good old fashioned competition.  If I’m playing a game, darn it, I want to win, and these people are exactly like me in that sense.  There’s a victor and a loser and it’s very defined and methodical.  Sometimes, when America gets to vote, things go a little array.  We are more likely to vote on personality or a good back story then to vote on talent.  We like having the power to frustrate Simon or Nigel. 

Mostly I think I just enjoy the beauty of the art.  My favorite part of the competition is not the back story or the work in progress, but the reveal at the end.  Show me the room, or the dress, or the dance or the song.  These people were given these gifts, and now they are sharing them with me.  It inspires me, and it motivates me to rediscover those parts of myself that make me special.

Living Out Loud

Posted February 21, 2010 by mrsmere66
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I’m a Audit Manager by day.  I work with numbers, spreadsheets, quotas, and deadlines.  In my secret alter ego, I own the back page of “Time” or at the very least, “Good Housekeeping”, and I amuse the world with my ponderings.  This is the other side of me, the words that run around in my head and sometimes keep me up at night.  A few of my friends suggested I get organized and find a place to park all those words, and so here I am.  I’m a middle aged widow with three children in their late teens and early twenties.  This is phase two of my life – the life that keeps going after Nick.  Almost two years later, to my shock,  am still here.  I laugh and work and worry and do most of the things I did “before”.  It feels different now, and I’m not always going to post about that, but I think it’s important to know that’s my perspective.