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Girls...

I am linking up with Oklahoma Women Bloggers this evening and honoring my girlfriends. I have been blessed beyond measure in the friend department. I currently have a core group of girlfriends that I am convinced I would go completely crazy without. Growing up it was no different. I lived in the same house from the moment I was adopted until I went away to college. I went to the same public school in a small town in Southern Oklahoma. The benefit to that is that I knew the same kids from Kindergarten into adulthood. I was best friends with those kids from Kindergarten until adulthood. That cannot ever be replaced. My group of girlfriends affectionately called ourselves the "Fat Girls." Hahaha...weird, right? Where did the name come from? We were Seniors in High School. It was a few months from Prom and we all decided that we wanted to get in shape for Prom. We started doing Russell Simmons workout videos after school a few times a week. As I recall it was a lot of laying around eating Pringles and watching the videos. It is a memory that I think back on often and still laugh about. My memories of the Fat Girls include lots of laughter and silliness. Back then my home life was....tense. Those girls were a great support system, sounding board, partners in crime....I can keep going. As all things change we graduated and went to the four corners of the world. I am still in touch with a lot of them. I catch up with others when I can. I still hold a special place in my heart for all of them. I feel so lucky to have gotten to grow up with the Fat Girls. I often think how different and boring life would have been without them. They certainly taught me what it was to be a good friend.


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  1. Super fun post! I love that you were in the same house all those years- it made it easier to keep in touch with those who meant so much !! Awesomeness

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  2. Awesome. I love that you're still in touch with people who knew who you were before you became the woman you are.

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