Wrangler Dani

Girl-friendship is a funny thing.*** I’ve had some amazing girlfriends in my life, despite my propensity for being closer to guys, being kinda tough to get to know, and not understanding the whole girl-talk thing in general.

When thrust into a vaguely acquainted-with or unknown set of girls, I feel like a lone dandelion bravely sprouting up through the cracked floor of a garden shop – I raise my little head and all I see is the weed-eaters, poisons, and lawnmowers that spell my early demise. Of course, I fail to notice the fertilizers and plant food, but my pessimism is a post for another day. The long and short of it is, I get scared.

However, despite being crazy, girls are amazing.** I have known some of the more fantastic ones in my extensive (ha) 24 years, and I’m blessed to count a few as the sisters I never knew I always wanted. I’ve been told three times in the last week by three different people that they’ve seen a change in me for the better. There’s no greater compliment than that – and I’m pretty sure I owe most of it to my girls. (And Jesus, of course. Jesus in my girls, probably.)

This whole post was inspired by the news I got this morning that Julie, my very own roommate* of House 9 fame, is coming out to the Golden State to visit this summer. I CANNOT WAIT. I love showing off the things I love, and I love Julie, and having so many things I love in one place might just make my heart explode.

Anyway, I was sitting here, thinking about these great girls I’ve been close to for a long time and the ones who are just now becoming precious parts of my life. Thank you.
Thanks for coming into my dorm room at 1 am and convincing me that studying was lame, for forcing me to expand my movie horizons, for making me laugh more than anyone.
Thanks for encouraging me to write it down, no matter how foolish.
Thanks for endless hours tanning by the pool, sipping Diet Coke and sharing secrets.
Thanks for being outdoorsy and fun and sisterly.
Thanks for the long nights in the Optimist office, and your patience with my screwy InDesign lines.
Thanks for your fashion sense.
Thanks for baking cookies at midnight.
Thanks for carrying the paper with my anti-library-Starbucks column in it to the library Starbucks, and waving it nonchalantly under the barista’s nose.
Thanks for the great pictures and deep understanding.
Thanks for the creative juices.
Thanks for Starbucks dances, holiday meals and Dallas shopping sprees.
Thanks for helping me navigate the deadly waters of relationships.
Thanks for trips to CostCo, being 1/2 of the Hot Ds, and making out with Park Newport.
Thanks for helping me find my Muse, for sharing music, for encouraging me, for seeing the beauty of shows like Smallville and Lois and Clark.
Thanks for defending me, supporting me and pulling me out of my shell.
Thanks for joining me in my OC/Ryan Atwood phase.
Thanks for Golden Spoon dates.
Thanks for “getting it”.
Thanks for listening.

*Val, Kish and Julie will always be “roommate”, no matter where we go. I think each of us have confused someone with this unconventional approach to nick names…
**I’ve not always thought so. But they are. Boys, you better be good to these girls!
***One last funny thing about girl-friendship. If I didn’t get your specific memory or link on this list, please don’t be hurt, offended or think I don’t love you. I do. I promise I do. (Unless this is your first time here and I don’t know you. That would be weird.) This was an off-the-top-of-my-head shout-out to my leading ladies and those who’ve recently been granted a slot in Dani’s House of Jumbled Recollections. Enter at your own risk; if you’re not here, chances are all you’ve missed out on is my driving your car like a truck, blathering on about some ridiculous problem, or freaking out because someone’s nice to me. It’s happened.