Um, so my girl Rhonda had a birthday last week and due to my crazy travel schedule, insane work week and some other unforeseeable distractions, I didn’t get her birthday post completed on time. Let it be known that I suck. A lot. BUT, fix it I shall and here it is!!

Rhonda and I have been friends less time than the other girls I call my best friends. We met through a mutual friend during the summer of 2001 . . . and sort of became inseparable. We spent that entire summer eating at Los Hermanos, going waterskiing at Deer Creek, having barbeques and parties, tanning at Ye Old Apollo and other such shenanigans. By the end of the summer it was as if she had always been part of my life. And to this day I don’t know what I’d do without her.

In the years that I’ve known her, we’ve had more fun than I can even describe.

Roadtrips with junk food? Check.

Jack in the Box gooood

Peeing on the side of the road on a roadtrip? Check, check.

Look closely and you’ll see two puddles.

Cougar football games? Triple check.

Digging the guy to our right.

Many, many trips to the lake? Another check.

This picture so doesn’t represent it, but remember the time I pulled off my spray on tan with the wakeboard boot?

Viva la Mexico? What’s Spanish for check?

Subway surfing? Check(and fall down).

We also tried to hitch a ride on a train during this trip. Good times.

Stranded at the airport and a little bored? Cheeeeeeeeeeeck(yawn)

Rhonda’s got one of the hottest bodies around.

She’s the one in the middle. I mean we all have nice butts, let’s not get stupid. She just has the nice butt in the middle.

Ha cha cha!

Also, amazing fashion sense.

I mean HELLO hot pants. Sorry for the blur.

Rhonda holds a pretty significant place in my life because she manipulated the getting together of myself and the man who would eventually be my husband. She saw us through from the beginning to marriage and I’m forever and ever grateful to her.

 

She also facilitated my move to Phoenix, getting me my job and my first place here. As soon as she’d worked it all out and I was settled, she ditched me and moved back to Utah. I’m still sort of mad at her. But not really.

I have enough inside jokes with Rhonda to make up five or six posts, and alienate most of my readers. She IS joy. She is always smiling, always willing to be crazy, always willing to have a great time. We’ve been through MANY boyfriends, MANY hair colors, MANY different body weights and clothing sizes, two moves, several job changes (and periods of joblessNESS) and packed a lifetime of friendship into seven short years.

Rhondalicious, I really am sorry this post is so late. Part of it was my business, part of it was my slackerness, and a lot of it was not wanting to have to go through old pictures and realize how far away from me you are now, and how sad I am going to be so often when I realize I can’t convince you to drive an hour up to my house just to sit with me an laugh. I miss you like crazy already and I love you more than you’ll ever know.

And I leave you with Rhonata. OLE!