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Mama's Losin' It

Jill is the slice of home baked pie you long for. Her dad was a farmer. His dad was a farmer. On a hot summer day Jill would call me up to go floating down the canal or ride the slick rocks with the stream into a barely thawed pool of water. She's also the girl I called one day when I was bored and offered to drive two hours and try out this new thing called "Bungee Jumping." We did although I can't remember why.

The first year after my college graduation I found myself particularly low on pride.  First of all, I was a college graduate working as a sales clerk.  Too late I discovered that a bachelors degree in sociology is equal to a high school diploma and, in some cases, a G.E.D. and got you hired at JC Penney trying to upsale with a colorful scarf.  On top of it, I'd been dumped.  It wasn't that he was the love of my life.  In fact, it was quite the opposite.  He started planning the wedding aloud and I freaked out, pointing out that we'd only been dating four months; three of which were long distance.

Truth is, I didn't love him.  In fact, I didn't even really like him much but he'd pushed his way into my social life and shoved everybody else out and I let him.  My family didn't like him.  My friends didn't like him. I was flaky and vulnerable but at that wedding planning moment I finally protested loud and clear that I was not ready to marry him.  I didn't say it but I'm sure he heard it.  Ever.

He took the coward's way out.  He didn't call me.  Two weeks later he was engaged.  I tracked him down and made him tell me to my face and then I regrettably cried like I cared.  But I didn't really care about him.  I cared about how he made me feel.  Expendable, inconsequential, a check mark on a "to do" list.  My pride was completely gone.  I was a college educated sales associate without a boyfriend.  Loser.

That Christmas  Jill brought me 4 pigeons in a cage and told me she knew how to break into locked cars.  The thought of those pigeons in his car all night tickled my dormant funny bone and brought me out of my funk.

The next year I gave her a box of the perforated side paper torn from the old computer paper.  And a peanut butter sandwich.  With the crust cut off.

She gave me matching toothbrushes for my whole family. All the same color.

I gave her 37 store gift cards with no more than 25 cents on each one.

She gave me a bouquet of wildflowers (dead, prickly weeds) from her yard.

I gave her a half eaten sucker with bits of fuzz stuck to it.

She gave me a snowman made out of an old sock and stuffed with dryer lint that she'd collected for nearly a year.

I gave her slippers I made from sanitary napkins.

She gave me a huge box of socks.  None of them matched.

Knowing how hard the economy has hit this year, I decided to give a truly practical gift;

Food Storage
This one is particularly intriguing.  I couldn't bear to tear off the label.  The ingredients indicate it should not rattle like potato chips when I shake it.

Comments

  1. I really shouldn't laught this late at night. It makes me seem like a lunatic.
    My old best friend from high school also has a sociology degree. She teaches Sociology at U of Indiana for what sounds like minimum wage.
    I have hence decided not to pursue sociology as a major.
    I love the gift war. That is so funny I don't know what to do with myself.
    Thanks for the laugh. :)~

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  2. awesome!!!!

    You sound like a wonderful friend and I mean that sincerely!

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  3. Now if I'd of done this it would of saved me a whole lot of hassle :D

    I Love it, what a great read.

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  4. great post! love the gifts :)
    stopping by from Mama Kat's

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  5. You guys are hilarious. And the pigeons! Awesome.

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  6. I am so glad I clicked over here today. This is hilarious and you got really creative with those gifts. So, so awesome!!!

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  7. Now THOSE are the kind of Christmas gifts best friends should get each other :) Awesome!

    That one can is scary...

    Visiting from Mama Kat's

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  8. We had a present war going on with some friends before we all moved. Who could get the other's kids the most annoying gifts. Included were gigantic lollipops, air horns, 3,000 tiny stickers parents had to help peel off, an entire jar of glitter.....it was fun. Those kinds of friends are the best.

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  9. Thanks for such a wonderful laugh! I bet hubby is wondering what is up with me this morning. I want a friend like yours!

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  10. I am dying here. That is absolutely hilarious. I love her for the pigeon thing... and the slippers, genius!

    Thanks for the laughs - so needed it!

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  11. Awww... everyone needs a friend like you and Jill. And those apples were pasturized FOR YOUR SAFETY. I am sure they are fine. Even if they rattle a bit.

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  12. How funny! But serio - you should open that can and then post a pic of what is REALLY in there.

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  13. I like the present war idea. Would never have thought of that myself.

    Stopping by via Mama Kat's!

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  14. Terrific work! This is the type of information that should be shared around the web. Shame on the search engines for not positioning this post higher!

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