My Bucket List

Between a few friends' recent health scares and some fundraiser events I've attended, the subject of the "bucket list" seems to have come up a lot lately. Which got me thinking, what would I include on my own bucket list of things I'd like to do/accomplish in my lifetime. There's so much!

Do I include the easy things that would allow me to merely "cross off" a few items? Do I limit it to the most ambitious, "YOLO" list of adventures to prove that I'm alive?  If I'm being truthful, my bucket list contains some pretty mundane tasks. Afterall, I'm a mostly "youthful" 34 year-old with no known health problems or other reason to face her own mortality.

Item #1: Travel to countries/territories/areas that challenge me. I am a proud American who appreciates all that this country has to offer. However, in addition to traveling this country, I have also travelled internationally and have come to appreciate the larger perspective. There is just so much outside of our own "backyards" that could teach us so much. My biggest pet peeve: those who say they won't leave the country becuase there's so much "here" they haven't seen. Well, sure. America has so much to see and experience, but don't use that as an excuse not to travel to a place where the language, currency and culture is different.

Item #2: Be kind, be helpful, go out of your way to help others.  I'm no saint. My life is filled with plenty of regret and moments I'd rather forget. However, I TRY to live a life that will, if nothing else, let me sleep well at night. Sometimes, in my moments of self-pity, I feel that an attitude of altruism (I'm not unselfish enough to have reached that goal) leads to being taken advantage of by even the most well-meaning. What's the point? The point is, I'd rather strive to be a person who makes others feel better about themselves, gives them confidence and shows them that they have an ally in you. Everyone needs someone on their side, and neighbors help make your "community."

Item #3: Forgive yourself. I have two very close friends that I've had since college. Through life changes, marriages, break-ups, babies, new jobs, new cities, etc., we haven't spoken as often as we/I'd like. Even though we haven't been able to spend much time together, we are still as close as ever. And with our close friendships, we are able to overlook the amount of time we have (or haven't had) to catch up. At the end of the day, I love them. None of us wastes time beating ourselves up over how much (or little) time we've had to give.

My bucket list contains so many more bullet points, I just haven't yet come up with the specifics. The point is to make a list of life goals that are personal to you, but don't wait for some major life change/transition to strive for them. It's much easier to live a full life fulfilling your dreams than to wait til you're staring death in the face. Go! Embrace life! Or at least make a list of what you want to achieve. It's never too soon!

My European Siesta

It's been a good, busy summer. There has been so much going on, especially at work, that the time has flown by. But, the focus of the season, the thing I have spent the most time thinking about, planning for and recovering from, was my awesome, three-week trip to Austria in late July and early August. Having looked forward to it for nearly two years, since my last trip there, it's no surprise that I had an incredible time! I even came back home with every good intentions of writing, with great inspiration, about traveling and how much it affects your life, your attitude and your daily routine. However, I have found that it's really difficult to put into words, without sounding overly dramatic, because traveling experiences are very personal and uniquely invidividual.

The truth is, I came back from Austria (as I do with every major trip) a different person - more relaxed, more open-minded, and more appreciative. I feel very fortunate that I am able to go to Europe (after saving every penny I can from my hard-earned "non-profit" salary) every few years, and I really try to absorb every minute and appreciate every second while I'm there. This trip was no exception. Surprisingly, the thing I valued most while I was in Austria was solitude.

Although I was there to visit my sister, a violinist at the opera institute, she and her colleague/friends, who I've also gotten to know quite well, had to work during the week. This left me plenty of time to find my way and entertain myself in a foreign country. Days were spent sleeping late, wondering around town looking for hidden corners not yet seen, grocery shopping for non-preservative-filled bread and cheese and fruit (things so foreign and UNDERappreciated in America) and finally deciding on a serene and scenic place (in abundance in Austria) to read a book. My favorite is a small lake just off the Strassenbahn line, where I spent many afternoons laying in a hammock, where I could watch the ducks swim and read Peter Mayle's "A Year in Provence". Pure heaven!

Unlike every other trip I've taken, these three weeks helped me realize and appreciate the value of my own company. Back in reality in Louisville, Kentucky I live alone and have plenty of time by myself, however, the time I spent in solitude on my trip is different. There, I was on an adventure in a strange place that weirdly felt like home but where the people spoke a language that I couldn't quite grasp (despite much practicing) and where I stuck out like a foreigner, a tall, stalky, corn-fed, self-aware American. Unlike at work or weekend chores, my time was completely to use as I wanted. And my time was never better spent than on my Austrian vacation siesta.

Rick Steves' Travel Philosophy

Can't say I travel this way 100% of the time (I like tchotchke souvenirs and my extrovertedness tends to get trumped by my fear of making an ass of myself like one of THOSE tourists we all know -- think, the Griswolds visiting their German "relatives" in National Lampoon's European Vacation)-- but I love this!

Back Door Travel Philosophy
From Rick Steves' Europe Through the Back Door

Travel is freedom... one of the last great sources of legal adventure. Travel is intensified living, with maximum thrills per minute. It's recess, and we need it. Experiencing the real Europe requires catching it by surprise, going casual... Through the Back Door.

Affording travel is a matter of priorities. (Make do with the old sofa.) You can travel simply, safely, and comfortably anywhere in Europe for $100 a day plus transportation costs. In many ways, spending more money only builds a thicker wall between you and what you came to see. Europe is a cultural carnival, and time after time, you'll find that its best acts are free and the best seats are the cheap ones.

A tight budget forces you to travel close to the ground, meeting and communicating with the people. Never sacrifice sleep, nutrition, safety, or cleanliness in the name of budget. Simply enjoy the local-style alternatives to expensive hotels and restaurants.

Extroverts have more fun. If your trip is low on magic moments, kick yourself and make things happen. If you don't enjoy a place, maybe you don't know enough about it. Seek the truth. Recognize tourist traps. Give a culture the benefit of your open mind. See things as different but not better or worse. Any culture has much to share.

Of course, travel, like the world, is a series of hills and valleys. Be fanatically positive and militantly optimistic. If something's not to your liking, change your liking. Travel is addicting. It can make you a happier American, as well as a citizen of the world. Our Earth is home to nearly 6 billion equally important people. It's humbling to travel and find that people don't envy Americans. Europeans like us, but with all due respect, they wouldn't trade passports.

Globetrotting destroys ethnocentricity. It helps you understand and appreciate different cultures. Travel changes people. It broadens perspectives and teaches new ways to measure quality of life. Many travelers toss aside their hometown blinders. Their prized souvenirs are the strands of different cultures they decide to knit into their own character. The world is a cultural yarn shop. Back Door Travelers are weaving the ultimate tapestry.
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National Lampoon's Family Vacation

I am lucky to have grown up in a family that traveled. Every summer, my parents (who were not wealthy in the monetary sense) would take my sisters and me on trips to beautiful places, historical sites or the beach (sometimes all three) for a week or so, making me not only appreciate but yearn for a world outside of the small town where we grew up. I realize now, as an adult, that I saw more states and Civil War battlefields on family trips than most American children. And I am so grateful.

My parents have always appreciated the value of traveling. In fact, their first trip to Europe was when I was a year old and my sisters and I stayed with our grandparents for two weeks. I grew up watching photo slides of my parents' trip and aspiring someday to follow their path. When I was 27 my parents took me on a 3-week trip to Europe - driving from Paris down through the most beautiful areas of France, over to Italy, up to Switzerland, Germany, Luxembourg (because of a wrong turn) and over through France again. It was incredible!

Since that amazing trip, I have been lucky to have traveled all over England and to Austria. And this summer, I am going to Austria again to visit one of my sisters. While I'm there, we hope to go to Budapest in Hungary and Slovenia and Croatia for weekend trips. Exotic trips for such a frugal traveler!

I don't make a lot of money as a manager at a non-profit organization. However, travel is a priority to me, and I make room in my budget to make it possible. I realize there are others my age who have families to support and who have other expenses (houses, fancy cars, credit card debt) that make travel difficult. I made my choices just as they have theirs. Yes, it's easier to put a portion of your paycheck towards "travel" when you don't have a family to feed (the only one who suffers from an all-ramen noodle diet on my paycheck is me.) But, if my one income in the 1970s parents could make a trip to Europe work, so can you. Lack of money is no excuse when your priorities are defined.

I Love You, Man

Growing up, my family was very close, especially me and my sisters. However, we weren't one of those "I love you" families. We didn't really say it to each other, although there's no doubt we felt it (we're of German descent, what can I say?) I never doubted that my big sisters or my parents would go to bat for me at any moment during any conflict, and my normally calm demeanor can only be riled (violently!) by someone who tries to mess with my family (I won't even get into the high school drama or when my sister decided to play on the tennis team.) And then came my sister's two boys. There's nothing anyone in the family wouldn't do to protect them. All of us would risk life imprisonment or fist fights with other parents (or their douchebag kids) for those boys. And I could fill an entire blog post about comments my mom (Grandma) has made to baseball refs making "bad" calls on our two ball-playing boys. So, with my nephews it's different. We have suddenly become an "I love you family." Nothing against my parents and the way my sisters and I were raised, but it's a good feeling regularly reminding these boys (my nephews) "I love you."

As I get older, my parents, sisters and nephews mean as much to me as ever, but my friends have also become my "family," especially my Louisville family. My friends and I often say "I love you," (I've probably declared my love to more gay men than Bette Midler in the early 80's,) and it's wonderful!

A friend who I truly ADORE recently had some medical issues. As his close friends worried about him and eagerly waited for status reports, his partner sent a beautiful message letting us all know that he was doing better, our positive thoughts were appreciated and that knowing how much we love him was helping (or maybe it was making the poor guy's blood pressure spike... well, whatever...)

Anyway, the moral is, say "I love you" to those who mean a lot (friends, family, the Chinese food delivery guy who shows up quicker than Superman...) to you. What's the worst that could happen - it's one-sided? I can think of worse things than making someone special feel appreciated even if it does suddenly get awkward with your new boss or the guy who restocks the "Two-buck Chuck" at Trader Joes.  

Pride

Recently, I read an article (ok, it may have been a fortune cookie) about life being about the stories you can tell. So, as a reluctant adventurer who loves to travel but seeks comfort in the familiar, I occasionally try to push myself into new experiences. I'm not nearly as brave and thrill-seeking as some people, but I'm also not as sheltered as most. The things I'm most proud of (like most people) are those that involve me taking a risk and standing up for what I believe in. Last night was one of those moments, as I helped carry the giant, 50-foot rainbow flag (a signature piece) in the Louisville Pride Parade.

This awesome gig came to me because my "gubby's" (gay husband's) boyfriend is on the committee for the Pride Festival and needed some volunteers. So, I volunteered both me and the gubby for duty, not fully realizing the magnitude of responsibility and media coverage we would receive. I often talk about my gay husband, gay friends and issues that affect these people who I appreciate so much, so obviously I feel really strongly about protecting their rights. My gubby and I have been best friends since college when he was "straight" (he hadn't yet come out) and when I moved to Louisville without knowing anyone, basically, and many of the first friends I made were gay people who accepted me as a newcomer and have been great friends ever since. The least I can do to pay back my community (that includes some of my closest friends) is to stand in support of them and their right to love who their heart chooses.

As a straight girl in the center of the biggest gay event all year, I assume that people will think I'm gay. Actually, this was part of the experience for me. Sure, I saw a lot of parade participants with a t-shirt proclaiming, "Straight, but not narrow," as in "narrow minded." Although I appreciate their attempt in lending the "hetero" support, to me that statement further divides us. It basically says that lifestyle is ok for you, but I want everyone to know that it doesn't apply to me and that I felt a need to spell it out so you don't think I'm in that minority group/demographic/charity case that I'm generously supporting. How much do you really support "them" if you feel it necessary to clarify that you're not one of "them"?

So, when I go to work on Monday morning after having seen lots of co-workers and friends on the sidelines of the parade, and after the newspaper has posted pictures on their homepage of me and the other parade participants proudly carrying that 50-foot flag, I will still be every bit as proud. I don't need or want a pat on the back for being a straight girl "out of her element." However, I do ask that if you're like me, someone who wants to see her friends, ALL of her friends, enjoy the same rights that we have, you'll join me in taking a stand.

For Corky, whose path has opened my eyes.

Marriage Is Gay

I'm 33 years old (34 on Sunday,) single and straight. Unlike a lot of women my age (the clock is ticking, afterall,) I can say honestly, truthfully and with no bullshit that I don't really want to get married. No, I'm not just saying it because I have no "prospects," or even to make some radical statement about the constraints of marriage. Really, I don't think there's anything wrong with marriage or those who want to go down that path. In fact, it has served my parents, who married very young, really well for the last 40 years. I'm saying it, even though it's not a popular statement, because I don't think it's for me. I'm more than ok with that. And, as an independent adult with a full-time job, a healthy retirement plan, an active social life and no children, that is my right. Right?

Why should you care about my dating life? You shouldn't. How does my singleness/lack of relationship affect you? It doesn't. How does my choice in not getting married or having a family threaten your choices? It doesn't.

Then, there are my friends Erin and Betsy. They are both great people, two of the kindest I've ever known. They met in college and have been in a loyal, loving relationship for the last 15 or so years. A few years ago, in front of their two incredible children, Erin and Betsy got married in one of the few states that allows same-sex marriage. And, aside from my parents, they have one of the happiest, most normal families I know. They are adoring, patient and incredibly nurturing parents, the kind I'd want to be if I were a mom.

Why should you care about their relationship? You shouldn't, other than to envy the love and loyalty they have. How does their family affect you? It doesn't, other than to relate to the joys and challenges of raising kids in a modern, loving home. How does their choice to commit to each other and raise a family threaten you? It doesn't. If your marriage or family are threatened by the love and compassion of another's, maybe the problem lies a little closer to home. Otherwise, why deny another human being the security and happiness of a family that differs from yours only in gender? http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2012/05/09/obama-gay-marriage_n_1503245.html?ref=fb&src=sp&comm_ref=false

My Gubby's Big Day!

So, my gay husband ("gubby,") Corky, had a birthday not long ago. It has been a challenging year for the boy, and so Corky decided months ago that he didn't want to do anything special this year for his birthday, no party, no dinner with friends, no nothing. However, as his BFF and someone who knows him better than he knows himself, I decided that maybe Corky needed a little bit of celebration to pull him out of his funk for the big day. So, a small gathering of our closest friends planned to surprise Corky at the pub.

The "surprise" went off without a hitch. With a gay favorite, Ryan Reynolds (as the Green Lantern) balloon floating proudly above and an assortment of kid-popular candy strewn across the table, we made a nice little party out of "Pint Night" at the pub. And so, Corky started the night with a bang, and by "bang" I mean shots. Lots and lots of shots! Yes, teetotaller Corky drank enough to make a twenty-going-on twenty-one year-old Communications Major proud. He drank a multiple selection of tequila, Starry Night shots (apparently some mix of Jagermeister and Goldschlager - cringe!) and Three Wisemen shots (a lethal mix of Johnnie Walker, Jim Beam and Jack Daniels - seriously? seriously.) Needless to say, Corky achieved desired results (DRUNK) early in the evening. By the time we left the pub, his speech turned into a Keith Richards/Ozzy Osbourne PSA. He was trying, in his OUTSIDE voice, to make sensible conversation, but what came out was indecipherable slush. So his loving friends politely ignored the fighting urge to laugh uncontrollably (until he wasn't paying attention,) and instead nodded our heads in agreement at everything he mumbled.

You may not feel like it a month or even a week before your big day, but doesn't every birthday deserve a party? Everyone wants to feel appreciated if for just one day a year. And at our little party, a great time was had by all, especially Corky. Well, he thinks he did, as he can't remember anything past 6:30. And the next morning when I informed the poor, hungover birthday boy about what exactly he had to drink, a shocked and confused Corky replied, "Three Wisemen, I only remember two!"

And, come to find out, sometime between birthday shots #6 and 9 that night, Corky treated himself to the biggest birthday gift of all - he bought himself a house! That's right, lesson learned... your real estate agent should never be on speed dial. And although it has more equity than say, a face tattoo, that's one hangover he will be paying off FOR YEARS! Congrats on the new house, Cork, and happy birthday! Next year, the party's at your place.

March Madness

So, I normally try to avoid "March Madness" like a strain of Ebola, but this year has been different. Growing up, my dad never missed a minute of the NCAA tournament, particularly any and every University of Illinois game, much to the inconvenience of his household of all non-basketball-loving girls. My mom, my sisters and I never really understood Dad's obsession with the tournament or his fanaticism for his beloved Illini. That was, until I went to school at the University of Kentucky.

For those who don't, and never have, lived in Kentucky, it's difficult to explain what college basketball means to this state. As a UK freshman (even one who spent the majority of her time in the Fine Arts building,) I found out right away what it means while I was living in an enormous complex of dorms. And so, as any good Wildcat, I dutifully joined my fellow co-eds in the "party dorm" room (black lights and strings of Christmas tree lights strung year-round, a TV sound system that could be heard on all 24 floors of the building... it's the same at every school,) and proudly cheered my UK on to win the 1998 NCAA championships.

As my friends and I watched UK get closer and closer to winning the big game, it was decided that we would "storm the streets," running down a couple of blocks from the dorm where thousands of excited Wildcat fans gathered to celebrate. However, those of us wanting to preserve the memory in photos decided to stage the "win" for our pictures with about 15 minutes left in the game. That way, we wouldn't have the burden of posing for the camera while hauling ass down the street, whooping and hollering like wildmen among the flying beer and discarded clothing. And even as a NON-sports loving, "too-cool-for-school" art major, I can honestly say that this night, celebrating without inhibition with a couple thousand of my fellow UK fans (including the National Guard in riot gear) was one of my favorite college memories.

For my out of town, non-sports-loving (or caring) friends, this year's big tournament is down to the Final Four, and UK will play the University of Louisville this weekend. As a UK alum living in Louisville, this rare match-up of the two big-time rivals makes even me excited for the game. So, like my dad and everyone else (at least those with an ounce of Kentucky blood,) I will again cheer on my team. But, to me, it's not about the game or even winning. It's about the common goal and sharing in an experience, like I did as a college freshman, with my friends, my alma mater and my new home state. Okay, okay, it is about winning! GO CATS!

(And if UofL wins, I'll be proud of them too. No, really.... I get to hang out with friends, drink beer and celebrate either way.)

In memory of Pat Murphy, whose enthusiasm for a good celebration made a sports fan out of even me.

She Aint No Caroline Ingalls!

Whenever I'm tempted to say something on Facebook about politics, religion or bodily functions, I say it to my mom instead. Nothing offends that woman! Seriously, the cruder and more controversial, the better.

A few days ago, my mom text me during work to demand that I immediately google "Zum Bum." So, thanks to the wonders of the internet, I found out that "Zum Bum" is a freshening spray for "bums" (butts, asses, anuses.) WTH, Mom?!! Half amused and half disgusted, I texted my mom to thank her for the disturbing image she had now imprinted in my brain. I also admitted that her randomly "googling" on the internet was a scary thought, considering her bawdy sense of humor and precarious curiosity. This statement seemed to only inspire her. Then, I messaged my sister to see if Mom had shared her new "find" with her. Sure enough! And in response, my sister had suggested that Mom spend her internet "free time" playing online Wheel of Fortune or Solitaire instead.

As expected, Mom, laughed off her daughters' caution and suggestions. Instead, she sent a follow-up text proudly letting us know that she had just found out what "fap" means. Thanks, UrbanDictionary.com, my mother and her horrified daughters will never be the same.

My Wish for V-Day

Happy Valentine's Day! No, really, I mean it. Yes, I'm single, not currently dating. No, I don't have plans with all of my other single girlfriends (or gay husband) to trash-talk love or leer at all of the happy couples at the restaurant. I'm not even going to go on and on about how the holiday was made up by the greeting card companies or how you shouldn't wait for just one day a year to tell someone how you feel  (although I do, and you shouldn't.)

The thing is, I've been single on Valentine's Day and I've been in a relationship, and the results were the same. The day is what you make it. When I was dating someone, there was pressure to be happy and romantic and find the "right" gift appropriate to the amount of time you've been dating and where the relationship "stands." And when I was single, there was pressure to be miserable and cynical and drown your "sorrows" in red wine and self-pity. So, this year I'm not letting my happiness (or unhappiness) be dictated by what other people think you should do and feel on one particular day.

Sure, I've experienced Valentine's Day both single and "coupled," but truth be told, my favorite ones were when neither of those mattered. When I was young, my parents didn't go out and leave my sisters and me alone or with a babysitter for Valentine's Day, and they didn't treat it as a holiday just for couples. For us, it was a day when Mom would make a heart-shaped cake or cookies with sprinkles and we'd eat them off of doilies. It was sweet and harmless and all-inclusive. And shouldn't that be the point?

So, whether you're planning a romantic dinner for two or pizza delivery, bottle of wine, pint of ice cream for one, I still hope you have a lovely Valentine's Day!

P.S. The cynic in me wanted to share this Valentine-themed website sure to make you (single or coupled) gag on your candy hearts. Really?

  

WTF Winter?

Like a menopausal woman, I am always, and I mean always, warm. While most other people at work/in the movie theater/in the Kroger freezer section shiver in chilled anguish, I exist comfortably in short sleeves and bare legs. Seriously, I haven't been able to wear a sweater in years! So, imagine the despair and discomfort I feel with the arrival of that cycle of nature, the unwanted visitor (that bitch!), that unwavering beast that strikes the best of us with personality changes, irritation and turmoil. That's right, ladies, that "special" time has arrived... El Nino is here. What did you think I was talking about?

This winter has been the warmest in history (okay, the warmest of any I can remember.) It's already late January and no snow storms, no icicles, hell, the temperature has barely gotten below 40 degrees! And this pisses me off. Without seasons, everything is just out of whack. No, there's no tangible evidence to show for this "aura" that seems to be present. It's like having a full moon every night. And I'm pretty sure I heard wolves howling outside last night, but that could've been a couple of drunk college kids reaching for the doors of the neighborhood liquor store only to find that it is closed, or a couple of displeased "residents" at the home for severely disabled fifty feet away. (I'm not poking fun of them, this is actually a regular occurance on my street.)

This annoying temperate weather that has punished us here in the "Upper South" this winter is vastly different from the snowstorms and bitter cold that I remember growing up in the Midwest. And in a lot of ways, my experience making snow ice cream as a child and ability to drive on 2 inches of ice makes me a winter expert around here. When 99% of Louisvillians are frantically rushing to buy bread and milk before "the big storm" (which usually amounts to about an inch and a half of snow, a legitimate weather emergency here) I'm given the opportunity to demonstrate my lack of concern, my resistance to such hysteria and, inevitably, my superiority over the common man. Yes, I and my Chicago-born friends thumb our noses at your utter panic. But, this winter El Nino has robbed me of my disdain, a feeling I look forward to every year! 

Some may point out that the cause of the moderate winter that irritates me so much is actually global warming at work. However, I prefer to have a name to call the phenomenom that irritates me and causes the world around us to spin slightly off axis. And, so, as I sit here in my tank top and shorts, I curse you, El Nino! If I had wanted to mow the lawn and drink frozen cocktails with little umbrellas on the patio year-round, I would have moved to Miami instead of Louisville. So, now, I am going to hibernate in my one-bedroom apartment, protected against the 50-degrees and sunny January weather, until Derby Day.

Just An Old Married Couple

It has been ages since I posted a new blog. As it is for most people, for me, December was a whirlwind of work obligations, holiday gatherings, visiting family, planning resolutions for the New Year (this year, I decided to skip ahead and make resolutions that begin on January 2nd which involved quitting that new yoga class, giving up the low-carb diet and maintaining all of the unhealthy vices that carried me through 2011. Afterall, these are the kind of resolutions that assure success to an "overachiever," like me.) But, I've also been spending a lot of time the past couple of weeks hanging out with my gay husband, "Corky."

Although he doesn't live here full-time, Corky's job brings him to Louisville a week or two out of the month. When he's in town, Corky often stays at my place - my one-bedroom, one-bathroom, one-television with one comfortable seat in the living room place. And Corky is not one who travels lightly. For a five-day stay, he typically brings every piece in the set of his baby blue luggage packed with an outfit for every occasion (real or hypothetical,) a different bottle of cologne for each day (I'm not lying,) and more hair products than I've used in the last three years combined. But, we make do with the limited personal space of my one-person apartment and have a great time.

Like an ordinary couple, Corky and I spend the evenings catching up after a long day at our jobs, we order Chinese food, share a bottle of wine.... paint each other's nails (him whining that I got polish on his cuticles,) try on high heels and choose a movie based solely on the number of shirtless men it features. Like I said, just a regular couple. And like a regular (married) couple, the honeymoon is most definitely over in this relationship. Last weekend, as we reluctantly left the house for the evening, unwashed, unshaven and otherwise not giving a damn, I pointed out our utter lack of making an effort, to which Corky admitted that he'd be wearing his pajama pants if he hadn't shit them earlier in the week. Ah, yes. There are no secrets between these girlfriends.

As much as I tease poor Corky about his gypsy lifestyle sleeping on my couch and similarities with Kato Kaelin (just kidding, Cork!) I like having him as my part-time roommate and full-time GBF. I wouldn't trade our friendship, our "old married couple" ways or our week-long slumber parties for anything! Everyone should be so lucky.