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Let the heckling begin

Cool like that

Rosebday2 Zivijo, Zivijo, Zivjo to Rose.

Our husbands knew Rosie and I would be friends before we even met each other. My very first memory of Rosie is dancing together at her Christmas party shortly after we'd exchanged our first words - something like "Oh, it's sooo nice to finally meet you!"

It was a couple years before we saw each other again- after the successful completion of Operation Back to Mac. Just after we moved back, covered with paint from our first house project and unpacked boxes all over, Paul and Matt were hanging out and decided that would be a good night for Rose and I to really meet. I was impressed by her spontaneity because she agreed to drive out after work and meet for a quick dinner at the brew pub and then off to Michael Moore's latest movie, Fahrenheit 9/11 - our mutual loathing for the current administration, combined with some witty, sassy comments confirmed what our husbands knew all along. We were destined to be friends.

As weird as it sounds, I feel like Rosie and I have always been friends. Sometimes we share stories and it's like, "Why didn't I know that about you?" Oh, yeah - we hadn't met yet. It's also amazing that for as few years as we've been friends, so many of my favorite memories are from times together - from dinners out to hanging out at home making fun of tragic movies, during phone conversations and weekend adventures, I cherish the memories and look forward to many more. One of my all-time favorite memories is when she set it up for us to go see Anne Lamott (just the coolest writer on the planet) in Portland. I'll never forget some of the conversations we had and how awesome it was to experience meeting my favorite author (the coolest writer on the planet) with Rose. In fact, if it weren't for Rose, I may never have met her face to face. When the crowd started to merge in to get autographed, several of the nice,Spiritual people got a little pushy and if I'd been alone I would've gone to the very, very back of the line instead of standing my ground to keep my place up front. As I stood there flustered, Rose took my arm and reminded me that I deserve to be there just as much as anyone else. She's just cool like that.

I adore Rosie for the complexity of her character - a combination of calm and intense, gentle and strong, hilarious and serious. She is thoughtful, kind and generous. Smart, beautiful and stylish. And a super talented writer. She introduced me to the world of blogging, and for that I am SO thankful. She is brave and speaks up for what she believes in. Pretty much all-around-awesome.

Also, Rosie Lou has the coolest friends. Sometimes - okay nearly always - when I go to parties I'm pretty anxious about it but Rose's friends are so welcoming, smart, sassy and fun to talk to ... who you hang out with says a lot about who you are.

So, Rose- wishing you some Cowboy Love and fun adventures in the year ahead - glad you were born!

love ya to the moon and back!