Let's not talk about yesterdays post.
Let's go back to South Carolina, come along with me, won't you? Awwww, how can you possibly resist my 2013 sweetness?
This is just a fact.. Amy, that girl over at The Dirt Life excels at a lot of the crap she does.
Are you listening? There is not jealousy in our friendship, just a keen awareness of this habit of Amy's.
How anyone could ever make a dead sheep's skin look absolutely awesome in a frame is beyond me, yet she did. Attention Amy: that is a blog, totally blog worthy. I probably would have just used it as a toilet seat cover. Oh my disgusting. I'm sorry about that.
She has hiked across 1/4 of the world. Granted that is not an accurate statement but I'm sticking with it because it's absurd. And the more I think I about it probably close to accurate.
She decided to start a business, boom.. note the ice skate photo? It's so cool, right? so cool.
She is a PHOTOGRAPHEEEEEEEEER Self trained. And me? Her absolute worst client.
She got me to buy a belt, now this was no small feat seeing how I am paranoid about wearing them. I am convinced they make my hips look huge. (back off it's still an issue I swore them off ten + years ago. We were in the middle of Target and she had me come over and try some on and said, "now doesn't that feel good?" I stared at her like she was a lunatic (oh and she HATES it HATES it.) and said, "we're talking about a belt Amy.." And yet several dollar bills later, that very belt is proof that Amy achieved something no one else in my life was ever successful at getting me to do. OF COURSE SHE DID.
So when Amy on our last day gleefully encouraged Ice Skating.. I explained that I suck, but I was willing to go. Look at my track record, you can get me to do anything. Throw that girl in the mix and it's practically a given. But what I did not know about Miss Amy, the girl who can do crazy things so well was this... she uhm isn't very good at ice skating. How she managed to fall with the kid proof contraption they use, I will never know. Mostly because I wasn't looking.. You guys, she totally did. It was so funny. So funny. Before we started she was adamant I hold her hand. Her already sweaty, clammy hand because she knew she was cursed when it comes to this ridiculous sport. She mentioned a friend who had let go of her hand one of her first times ice skating, so I vowed to hold tight. Because I am her best friend, duh. All joking aside, I'll hold your hand too should you ever need me.
Probably, eh.. probably not.
And me? Well I glide on that sheet of frozen water.. kinda.. I fly into the walls to stop. It sounds a whole heck of a lot like a gun shot. If there had been more then two people skating besides ourselves I'm sure someone would have called 911 reporting a shooting.
But here's the thing ya'll, the lesson for the day. Amy may be uhm.. questionable at ice skating.. but she challenges herself.. and keeps trying. And that's just one more reason why I'm so fortunate to have her in my life.
I should have you know, while I am somewhat in the business of calling out my best friend, that later that night upon walking into our hotel I literally walked into a sliding glass door with my uhm face.
How are you at Ice Skating?
How do you feel about belts?
Have you walked into any doors lately?
SO many questions.