I have been best friends with Pam since we were little kids. Although people are always mistaking us for sisters because we look so much alike, we are actually very opposite.
She believes in ESP and dream warnings and other hocus pocus crap. She has a temper that would scare the living shit out of anyone (although she is only 5’2" and weighs about 105). She is psycho woman! (maybe one day I will create a thread of the many things she has done.)
I think her supernatural crap is. . . . well. . . . CRAP. I am very even tempered and would only scare the shit out of someone if I was very, very pissed. That only happens about once every 10 years.
Our taste in men are completely different. She loves the color purple (puke) and decorates her house in earthtones. I like pink, green and blue and decorate my house in lace and flower prints. We make fun of each others houses.
She drives a big, old, black full size Blazer that you can hear a mile away. It smells like stinky feet. I drive a little, white, Chrysler Labaron Convertible that smells like peach air freshener.
She eates fast food damn near every night, she calls what I eat “rabbit food”. I think she has a skewed opinion of almost everything. She thinks I am too skeptic.
I love to hike, ride bikes, and swim. She would rather camp, drive her Bronco, and she is afraid of water.
She thinks I am dumb for being afraid of moths, I think she is dumb for being afraid of spiders.
I could go on all night, but I won’t.
In spite of all these differences, no one knows me the way she does. We have been through three divorces, pregnancies, four kids, diapers, teenagers, boyfriends, deaths, crying, laughing, good times, bad times, EVERYTHING!
She was there for me when I needed someone to go with me to meet an online friend for the first time (after talking for a year or so). He was flying to Colorado from New Jersey and then taking the train to Utah because he wanted to see the Rockies. His train was scheduled to pull in at 3:00 A.M. She stayed up all night with me, met him, and then she went to work at 6:00 a.m. It was just one of those things we do for each other without reservation.
She knows that she can call me day or night no matter the time and cry on my shoulder or tell me some good news. I know I can do the same to her.
She only lives done the street and we both know that each others house is open at all hours.
The only reason I haven’t told her about this place is that her beliefs and her feisty temper would not go over well on this board. Although I would probably not agree with anything she said, I would come to her defense with a vengence and all hell would break lose. It is better she doesn’t know. 