Collage of People and Hair

I watched the Dallas Cowboys Cheerleaders reality show tonight with my good friend. As we sat and ate the mint chocolate chip ice cream that her husband had delivered to us as we sat on the couch, the women on the show were being poked, prodded, and dunked in water to calculate their percentage of body fat. The show only got better after one girl was told that her nails, hair and dance style made her look like a stripper and the girls had to try on the infamous uniform.

I was watching and thought, "Where are their friends?!?!" As these young women were going through a form a torture that could only be equal to something like seeing your extremely cute ex-boyfriend in line at the bank when you have not washed your hair in two days and put on yesterday's clothes, I wanted to reach over, grab their skinny 10% body fat hands and say, "You don't have to do this! Let's go shoe shopping instead." That seems like it would be much more fun and less humiliating. However, none of this will effect the fact that I will continue watching the show.

You see, I have some of the most amazing friends in the world. I must say that they are some of the most drastically different people you will ever meet. Take Jenn. She is the blonde haired, pre-K teaching ballerina. She has a hope chest filled with cherry dishes and matching tea towels. She loves Focus on the Family, and she reads children's books for fun. She even sent me a text message recently asking me if I would disown her if she bought herself a Christmas sweater to wear in her classroom. I said no, but it would give me free reign to make fun of her for the rest of her life.

Now take Lealyn. Once, Lealyn drew a picture of the female anatomy on my mirror to teach a simple lesson to our engaged roommate. She enjoys a good cigar, and she can also make a mean banana pudding. She lives a life out of some sort of twisted trust. Once when spending the night at her house, she stated, "We were robbed a few weeks back. The man tried to hit my Grandpa with a baseball bat. But, we still don't lock the doors. We are safe here." I didn't sleep all night long.

Of course I can not make a list of my friends without discussing my Megan Busby. Megan has moved to Germany with her husband and two boys. She just found out that is she is pregnant with a girl! Yea! However, Megan thinks a great name for a little girl is Prudence. Her favorite desert is astronaut ice cream, hot rollers are her every day hair care, and panty hose go with everything including jeans. She grows her own herbs in her garden and loves the Asian food market. She thinks she is Asian because her maiden name was Rice. I just let her believe that.

These are just a few of the collage of people that have made up my life. These three women will stand beside me one day when I say "I do," will have my children named after them, will room next to me at the old woman's home, and will make sure I never, ever have a panty line. They don't care that I am the friend who talks in her sleep, can't smell a single thing, wears a uniform of dresses with jeans and heels, gets car sick, cries at all movies including High School Musical 3, sends them podcasts to listen to on a daily basis, and falls asleep even when they are talking. We all make each other's lives fantastic. I wouldn't trade them for all the chocolate in the world.

Jenn and I. She has really blonde hair. I was NOT lying.

Lealyn, Megan, and Myself.

That is all for this post. I must dry my hair and get ready for the students tomorrow. I was super mean today. Word to the wise, if you ever have my class, make sure that you do your homework.

~ Stephanie ~