Twice in One Day?! (that's what she said)

So, I had made a request for the BFF to write a guesty-type post and since that bitch is on Spring Break and from the looks of this, intoxicated/highly caffeinated, she womanned up and wrote it today!  You know that person that's been there for you for pretty much everything?  The one you wanna share stuff with as soon as you find out?  The one you notify 3-5 minutes after peeing on a stick (ha, fuck, it's happened to all of us)?  Yeah, that one, the best one.  I'd like to introduce you to my BFF, Brandy.

Isn't she cute? Sorry, she's taken.

Cue the music.  From 1999.  What It Feels Like When Worlds Collide by Powerman 5000.  Not a musical gem I like to claim I remember, you’ll learn I don’t remember much, so I like to toot my horn when something comes back to me.

That song will be playing through my head when I walk through Tara’s door for our now “often repeated, never duplicated” HHH.  This evening worlds will be colliding when I, my BFF’s “real life” old friend and her “blog-life” new friend meet.  She has updated you on the happy fact that she survived last night’s face-to-face, so I’m pretty confident that I’m going to be safe.  Because let’s be serious, I watch my fair share of whodunit cop shows, and I know how the criminal mind works.  Me and Mandy Patinkin.  Either way, I am looking forward to meeting this local chicky.

Tara asked me to do a guest post, and I have agreed.  I’m a little nervous how a “real lifer” will be received in the “blog-lifer’s” eyes.  But then I got over it and manned up, in an extremely feminine sort of way and sweated my deodorant off writing this thing.  And let’s be honest, I’m never going to start my own blog, so I’m hoping for a reoccurring guest role, like Paul Rudd to Phoebe, not a Ross to Rachel sort of thing.

 

Tara and I used to be pretty different.  We have grown more similar though as the years pass (damn fast, I might add). We were each other’s MOH’s (Yeah, you read the wedding post? I’m not a liar,  I was the “honorary MOH” who’s duties included but were not limited to babysitting locking myself out with the 4 family dogs while they were celebrating away…but I digress),we both could’ve served you an over-priced cup of coffee wearing an apron with a mermaid on it, we can make a mean cocktail and have varying degrees of undiagnosed OCD.  But the fact is, we started out enemies back in high school… where she was one of those Mean Girls Mama and Meg talk about.  But then I gave her and her cronies some healthy protein bars and settled that.  She wasn’t a mean girl, but she didn’t like me.  But dammit I’m nice.  So her. loss.  We actually became friends after high school (when karma seems to right all things… you’ve seen the current profile pics of “those” girls from high school….don’t even pretend that you aren’t giddy with evil delight when it’s obvious that karma caught ‘em) through my hubs, when we all worked together serving delicious overpriced beverages.

I’d say we started off pretty good, had some ups and downs, but she is a girl who I know can make me laugh and is always there for me.  Swoon.  Typically we carry on pretty ridiculous inappropriate banter, mostly based off of autocorrect, sweating at the gym, drinking, and our husbands.  Shh don’t tell them.  As I’m sure you can imagine as you get to know her on here, she’s pretty friggin hilarious.  I mean we, are pretty hilarious.  She really is as good as she seems!  If I continue to guest post, I will continue to give you Tara insight through a “real lifer’s” goldfish eyes.  Goldfish?  Yup that’s me.  Ever seen Finding Nemo?  I’m Dori.  Nice to meet you!  Now, back to what I was saying….?????

Oh! Tara and I.  I was there bearing witness to the “old” Tara. 
And man am I glad she’s gone <--really. 
I love her very much, but I am one of those annoying types that thinks you learn from everything, more so from your mistakes and tough times. It was sort of hard to be BFF’s with someone who wasn’t happy with herself.  I used to tell her how much she had to offer and how much I believed in her and her potential. But it wasn’t until she took charge of herself (man I sound like a self-help book, but it’s true!) and her FITNESS (not weight loss or number on the scale, I have lots of opinions on those, wait for that in The One Where Tara Asks Brandy to Write Again), that she really became AWESOME.  She was cool before and I really enjoyed her and she was still my best friend.  But now, she’s even better.  I tell her often how proud of her I am.  With the weight loss, sure.  But more so, the fact that she’s happy.  I can tell that with her hard work, she gets more and more easy going (maybe she’s just really tired?!) and fun.  I’m so happy that I’ve been there along the way :)

Thanks for reading my first-ever blog post.  Now I’m going to go and Febreze my shirt cuz dammit I was gonna wear this to meet the new girl!