It Seemed Like a Good Idea at the Time…

every saturday, my spons sister jeanne and i get together and have what i like to call the c.c.d.g. club… coffee, cigarettes, and dirty girls.  this is an extremely self-explanatory name, as our club involves drinking coffee, smoking cigarettes, and being dirty girls – meaning we don’t shower prior to meeting up, not that we get naked or anything like that.  we’re sober, remember?

so jeanne is fast becoming one of my all time favorite folks, not only because we’re both part of la cosa nostra, but also because she is just about the most fabulous person i have met.  she’s tiny, very petite, small statured, but what she lacks in physical size she more than makes up for in personality and style… the girl can DRESS.  and i mean she can dress up, she can dress down, even on c.c.d.g. days she rocks it.  who else can pull off green shades?  nobody.  this is why i love her, in part.  the other reason is that she is loud and proud, stands up for the little guy, and isn’t afraid of a soapbox.  because she’s so little, she doesn’t get beaten up, but she certainly doesn’t get ignored either.  pretty fantastic.

the other reason is that i’ve never met someone who i’ve talked to the way i have with her.  not that i haven’t had close friendships before, but something about her just makes me feel like no matter what, i’m okay… and she’ll be able to top any story i’ve got.  there’s something so comfortable about that, about being accepted fully and knowing that i feel the same way back.  she and i can talk about anything under the sun, but when i’m a woman in peril, she is someone that i know will be there.  not that it always has to be serious -  our mutual hatred for khakis on women, capri pants, and shoulder pads have worked their way into numerous convos.  she invented the word “smovaries”, in reference to smashing her ovaries with supertight pants (but you would be amazed by how good her butt looks in ‘em!).   she texts me things like “but i’m the batadactyl”… who else besides the woo?  nobody.

and i am so intensely grateful to god for putting her in my life… here is a woman, a real life survivor, who loves people ferociously and lives her life fully and rocks shoes that make my feet hurt just looking at them.  i hope that i am even half as helpful to her as she is to me. 

plus sometimes i borrow her shoes, and i can ALMOST walk in them.  yes.  :)