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I was having a supercheap lunch with my sister today. You know the phonecalls that start out with, “Hey, you wanna go to lunch?”… “Yeah, as long as we go somewhere cheap…”… Everybody has those. For me it usually means that I have already blown my dining out budget for the month and it’s only the 11th, but I really don’t want to stay home and eat the nothing that is in my cabinet, so I call someone that I know well enough that won’t be offended when I set a superlow standard for our meal… And visa versa. Usually you can call that person because you know that they are comfortable enough to do that to you. Sidenote: if you don’t have someone you’d be comfortable enough to do that with then your missing out.. there’s some really good cheap food out there. Soulshine has a $3.75 8in pizza. Nice.

Anyway, so we were talking about friends, none specifically, mainly girlfriends in general and Nikki said that she has this awesome girl group that meets once a week where they can just be their real selves. They can drop whatever bombs they have on each other, but they receive support and prayer and acceptance from each other and they aren’t judged for measuring up or not. I mentioned to her how good it feels to just see everyone else around you being real. That got me thinking about how “real” life has been for me lately, and I thought I would share:

Besides running over my cellphone with my car last week… no, I’m not kidding..no, I didn’t do it on purpose. I left it on the bumper and we drove away.Then I had to go sign another two-year contract and get another phone. that had a rebate. only if you send in the box top with this paper and my receipt. No, it didn’t come with cereal. yes, I think I accidentally threw away the box that was worth $50…nice.

this is what happened to me today. I am building a house. I really like how it’s turning out, and if Brad and I have been really picky choosy about anything it has been the brick. We chose Old Chicago which means that it was actually ripped off of an old building in Chicago, driven down here on a big truck, and glued onto the front of my house. Neat. Well, my mom called me this morning to tell me that she had just driven by and loved my new brick. I was pulling up at Walmart when she called, so I did what I always do and stayed on the phone while I one-armed the shopping event. I got Jane Bradley out of the car, put her in the cart, got into the store, and headed down the aisles picking up things all the while telling my mother all about the fabulousness of my decorator’s new ideas. Meanwhile, I am choosing cheeses and Jane Bradley wants to get in the back of the buggy. No problem with me as long as I don’t have to hold her because then I have to get off the phone. Raw honesty here, folks. So I put her in the back and head for the mini-pizzas in the frozen section. As I am cleaning up the 5 that have just landed all over the floor in an avalanche due to the one-arm strategy, I realize that something is a little weird in the back of the buggy. Jane Bradley is pulling the eggs out one by one of the carton. “Egg!” She says… Only she’s only ever held a plastic egg that breaks in half on purpose. I look down at her hands and, yes, she has eggs all over her hands and they have dripped through the bars on the buggy and have made a little but growing egg puddle on the floor. in Walmart. in the middle of the aisle. of course, I’m still on the phone. So, I begin to tell my mother my dilemma, but the situation’s beginning to get way to complex for one arm. Plus, I’m not in just some little back aisle somewhere. I am in the main walmart highway between the clothes and the food  – pretty much everybody that comes in the store has to go down this aisle at some point. Plus, we’ve dropped egg on the floor, so there’s a big mess and I don’t have anything to clean it up with because I came in there to buy baby wipes. So my mom tells me to get off the phone. I am embarrassed that I had to be told…. Then she says to go get some help. I did come to that one on my own, I am proud to say. Problem is, there is a line of people on the highway, and I have become the traffic director around the egg spill. So I stand and direct traffic until one of the traffickers is a Walmart employee and as soon as I find that lucky individual and flag him down and plead my case to which he laughs hysterically. and makes me stand there to direct traffic while he goes to get maintenance. Well, maintenance was gone. So he brought back a paper towel. At that point he said I could leave although it took him several trips to clean up all the egg. I cut out as soon as he gave me the green light with much appreciation.

If our conclusion today at lunch is correct, that it helps when people share their whole life and not just the perfect parts, then I hope this has helped…

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