By that title you thought I was going to write about how cold it is huh?  Well…you’re wrong!  While I have been moved to a new office where the heat/air doesn’t work, and I felt like a popsicle sitting in the back of the fridge acquiring freezer burn this morning, that’s not what I’m writing about today at all.

I’ve been promising someone I would do this for awhile, she’s called me out about it several times, and trust me, she’s not the type of person that will forget. She’s quite insistent if I’m honest.

So I’ve made it a habit of telling you all about my life, my job, my horses, my dogs, my mom, and even “the boy”, but I don’t really talk about my friends all that often.  I know, it’s hard to believe, but I actually do have friends.  Good friends.  And while I would love to tell you about each and every one of them, there’s one in particular I’m going to talk about today.

Several years ago, I can’t even remember how long it’s been now, I met this crazy, opinionated, but fun girl named Amber.  She prefers to be called “Ber” so that’s where “brrrr” comes from.


Anyways, Ber and I are pretty much nothing alike which, seeing as I tend to attract opposites (just go back and read any of the stories about the boy) it’s really no mystery as to why we’ve become friends.  Ber is outspoken, tells you like it is, and doesn’t take no for an answer.  I am quiet, keep to myself, and will do anything to keep from getting a “no”.  Ber has 5 bazillion siblings, lives life like there’s no tomorrow(I mean that positively) and will stand her ground no matter what.  I have no siblings, prefer to live life a little cautiously, and avoid confrontation at all costs.  Ber has drama (not meaning that in a bad way) I will tuck my tail and run at the first signs of anything dramatic.

But for some reason, she and I get along pretty darn well.  She’s got some great qualities, things like:

  • I can be a total witch to her, and she knows I mean nothing by it (apparently other people find my dry sense of humor offensive at times)
  • She is the only person that I can really tell it like it is, give her some tough love, and she appreciates it….most people just say I’m being mean and not understanding their feelings
  • I don’t have to be empathetic with her, if I think she’s doing something moronic, I can tell her and she will say “oh, yeah, I guess you’re right.”
  • She gives good advice and isn’t afraid to put me in my place
  • She’s always got SOMETHING going on, whether it’s crazy stalkers or weird family drama, she can always tell a story that keeps me entertained.
  • She understands that I’m thick skinned and don’t like to show emotions, and she doesn’t get upset if I give her the cold shoulder about things just because I don’t want to deal with them
  • On top of the last point, I’m not good at emotional support, I just don’t know what to do or say.  And she gets that and doesn’t hold it against me
  • I can call her a B*tch and she considers it a compliment
  • She can call me a B*tch, Hooker, or Skank, and I consider it a compliment



But the main reason I wanted to do this blog today is to give her props, and to say thanks.  Something has been weighing heavily on me the last couple days and she has been there for me daily to discuss, give advice, and shove my mind in a different direction so I don’t think about it.  We chat a lot online through out the day, it keeps both of us relatively sane when boredom looms over us.  And the last couple of days, with the things that are seemingly pulling me under, she’s managed to keep me afloat.  Whether it’s by just completely changing the subject and giving me funny stories to read, or telling me about the crazy drama in her life, or actually just giving good advice, she’s been there for me this week, and I appreciate it.

So there you have it….not the usual dry, sarcastic, outlook on something completely ridiculous, but just a good, heartfelt, thanks…..don’t get used to it…like I said…I don’t do emotions very well!


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