You know how you meet someone and immediately you think, "I love them. They are my Tacy/Diana/Bess." (bonus points for recognizing those children's classics) That happened to me when I interviewed for a teaching job--a woman about my age with long brown hair and a confident air walked past while I waited on a bench in the high school office and I immediately thought, "Please God, let me get this job and let her become my best friend." The man sitting beside me in the office leaned over and told me her name and that "she's one of the coolest teachers here." I got the job, she became my mentor and all these years later I still consider Nicole to be one of my best friends.
I have a few of these soul sisters in real life, but in the Blogosphere I lurked around a few blogs before starting my own. One of those blogs was Jen on the Edge and each time I read her posts I'd think, "If I knew Jen IRL, she'd be the perfect best friend." (I actually harbored some jealousy each time Jen posted about her shoe-shopping pal, Melissa--I know, my name--even though I don't like to shop for shoes.)
You can imagine my glee when Jen left me a comment on my blog asking for my phone number. MY NUMBER. This was bigger than big. Of course I called my BFF Sarah to tell her and together we tried to think of what this might mean.
Long story short: Eco Women was born. And I met my Bloggy BFF kind of IRL.
It's funny how in sync we are. We'll post about the exact same topic on the same day--even though we live half a continent and one time zone away from each other. We both love Colin Firth, all things British, 80's music and many of the same books. Our politics, parenting (even though she has daughters and I have sons--and I AM trying to arrange a marriage between our families because who wouldn't want Grace or Ellie as a daughter-in-law?) and environmental passions are muy simpatico.
But what's really cool is that Jen feels the same way as me (which is good because otherwise I'd come off as sort of creepy and desperate right now, wouldn't I?) and in the spirit of our friendship, she's giving away THREE COPIES OF Whipped, Not Beaten.
So, quit reading this post and click on the link to read her review and enter her drawing.
And take a moment to raise your coffee mug/beer can/Klean Kanteen water bottle to those Tacy/Diana/Bess friends.