Friday, October 13, 2006
Jacque Blue
I just realized that J and I have talked on the phone almost every day of this week and last, and you know what? I Jones for her conversations.
We can sit on the phone for an hour and have a conversation that, if a third party were forced to listen in, they would call our respective drs. and get some heavy adult ADHD meds prescribed to us ASAP. Seriously, her train of thought and mine are just about one in the same.
Jacque hails from the Bluegrass State, and I can pretty much understand everything she is saying to me, except for one time when she asked me what Sean's wife's name was on Nip/Tuck and I replied with MacNamara. Well, that is his LAST name. That is what I thought J asked me ... but other than that, because I am married into a family of Southerners, I don't have to ask her too many times to repeat herself. Not that her accent is bad. It isn't. But it sure is there, and I love that about her.
She and I have similar issues with a lot of things. And she just makes you feel validated. She shares so much of herself, and she would do anything in the world for anyone. She is a giving, loving individual, and I count myself lucky to be her friend.
So Miss Jacque ... you have yourself a good weekend. And don't you call me tonight at 9. :)
posted by Knitting Maniac at 2:21 PM
I'm a mom of three peeps ... Queen Bee, The Door Man, and the Chandelier Monkey, and wife to Ace, the Helpful Hardware Man. I created this space to get away from the people known as my inlaws, and because life with three kids and a hubby is all Unexplored Territory.
The nine-year-old who seems to be growing older every minute, has an opinion and a comment for everything, and has a true servant's heart.
The seven-year-old who loves the organization of things, will someday be someone's therapist because of his kind soul, and will more than likely be living with us until he is 40 years old.
The five-year-old with the 13-year-old attitude, who has a dictator's personality, asks you to watch her all the time and say "hold on" to keep your attention, and will someday come home on the back of some dude's motorcycle with 10 tatts and a body piercing or two.
The man of the house, the fixer of things, the winner of prizes, and the only person in his family to escape the South.
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2 Comments:
Ok...to have a post about me... If I may borrow a phrase you recently used in reference to Battlestar Galactica..."I nearly wet myself with excitement!" You are so sweet and one of the most giving people I know!!!! And I'll have to say I was thinking the same thing about how we'd talked a lot lately. A day without talking to you is like red velvet cake without the icing. I love that you misunderstood my Nip/Tuck question because my rambling magnolia mouth was a little too fast. We just undersatnd each other with a look and make each other laugh hysterically with a look. I love that we both have a fever for some cow bell, wear a honkin' size 10 and can jam to a little Pink Floyd with the best of them! I'm blessed to have several friends like this. That's you my fellow amazon girl Robin!!!
oh and one more thing to add. When I saw "Jackie Blue" I had to think of that song, (all you children of the 70's may remember)There was this weirdo guy at the little college I went to. He would sing that song to the top of his lungs whenever he saw me. It could be walking out of the student center when I'm trying to flirt with someone or just all the way across campus!!! I wanted to die everytime he did it..."ba ba ba bah ew ew ew ew jackie blue!"
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