A Love Affair: Amber and Miss Oakley

Hello friends! I'm currently on my way to Chicago, IL for an extended girls weekend with several of my favorite bloggers. I'm sure by now you've noticed, I'm excited. :)

I didn't want to leave you all hanging, so I asked my good friend, Miss Oakley, to write a guest post for me. You're in for a treat. For real. She's one of the funniest people I know. If she wasn't studying to be a therapist, I'm sure she'd make a living as a comedian. Enjoy!

See you all Tuesday!

Dear Readers,

Hi. I am not Amber. My name is Miss Oakley and I have a “blog” over at Observations by Miss Oakley. It’s not really a blog, but more of a travesty spinning slowly out of control. It’s a mess. There’s no focus and many times I choose to share stories of how super awkward I am. For reasons unknown, Amber asked if I’d do a guest blog post. And, most alarmingly, she said I could blog about “Anything”. And she meant it. She gave me the Serious-Amber face when she said it. (Serious-Amber face is much different than Smiley-Amber face…I don’t have photographic evidence of this, but just trust me…She wasn’t messing around.) I took her up on her offer. Why not? Worst thing that could happen would be: an over-a-decade long friendship ruined.

No big deal.

I'm going to cross my fingers and hope we remain friends afterwards.

Why I'd Like To Remain Friends:

We've known each other for over a decade.

We have pretty much the same friends.

We both attend the same Grad school.

I like her family.

I like her.

I like her pets.

She smells good. (Creepy and an actual fact.)

Our Friendship Explained:

Amber and I have been friends for a long time. So long in fact, that I think she deserves a medal or a trophy. At least a certificate of some sort.

We met in college. To the surprise of Everyone, I was a Resident Assistant (RA) in college. Some of her friends lived on my floor. So like most friendships, we met through our friends. And we’ve been friends ever since.

I wanted to share some stories. But when I started thinking of stories…I realized we’ve done A LOT together and it would take me a year to write about our activities. So I had to narrow my focus. And I came up with three of what I feel are solid Amber-Miss Oakley stories. I would like to share these stories with you, dear readers.

Consider it a gift.

Stories I Would Like To Share Today:

1. My First Day of Grad School.

2. Why Amber Doesn’t Like To Bunk Up With Me.

3. A Recent Trip to Costco.

My First Day of Grad School:

In order to do this story justice...I must give you some back information. We separately decided to completely change our career track and go to Grad school. Both for things totally different than what we originally went to college for. I have a degree in Marketing and have spent years in sales: Business to Business, Pharmaceutical Sales, and Medical Device Consulting. And now I’m getting a Master’s in Rehabilitation Counseling. Totally makes sense.

At any rate, it’s been nice having a close friend going back to school at the same time. Plus she went first, so she’s been able to show me the ropes…

And here is where the story starts.

My First Day of Class:

Amber took me to my first day of class. I was nervous. It felt like that feeling you get when you go on a blind date, Combined with that feeling of awkwardness you have in Junior High, and Heartburn (from the pizza I ate earlier). On the drive there I asked her if she thought the other kids would like me. I wish I was kidding about that last sentence but I’m not. I had a legitimate concern that it was a possibility that no one would like me. I then proceed to ask her a series of questions that you can only ask a really close friend. Questions such as: “Is my outfit ok?” “Do you think there will be snacks??” “Do I have any boogers??” were asked. Luckily (for her) it’s a pretty short drive. She only had to endure about fifteen minutes of this. We get to school and as Amber goes to park the car she gave me the mom talk: You know that talk that you get from your mom about being nice to others and sharing? It was basically an updated grown up version of that talk. Also, she told me not to forget my backpack.

Mind you: The entire time she is laughing at me. She already had her first day and wasn’t nervous and asking borderline ridiculous questions like I was. Naturally, she wanted to take a picture to document this momentous occasion. I wouldn't let her. Not because I didn't want photographic evidence of my first day...but I didn't want any of the other "kids" to see me. It was a special moment that you can only have with your Mom…or Amber.

Why Amber Doesn't Like To Bunk Up With Me:

Amber and I have traveled quite a bit with each other. Last year we drove to Canada. Because we could. The past couple of summers we went boating a TON. A couple of our friends have lake houses. And we like all things to do with summer and fun. So…we often frequented said friends lake houses.

And like all houses...Lake houses have a limited number of rooms. Somehow, Amber and I always ended up sharing a room. I think it might be the fact that pretty much everyone else was sharing a room with their significant other.

At any rate, Amber does not like to share a bed with me. I do a lot of thrashing. And gas passing. And I can’t sleep, so I’m always up with the light on reading. Oh, and I hog the bed. And apparently like to sleep horizontally. I have no idea why she doesn’t appreciate me bunking up with her.

A Recent Trip To Costco:

A couple weeks ago we found ourselves at Costco. We’re American….and we like to buy in bulk. Especially when it comes to toilet paper.

It’s ok to run out of canned corn. But NOT toilet paper.

TP is something that you legitimately need to stock up on. For those of you not familiar with this “Costco” I speak of: It’s basically Wal-mart on steroids. If Wal-mart had a big brother: Costco would be it. Also, you can get everything there. Literally. Which is why we chose to buy a huge 40 roll jumbo pack of TP. When we got out to the car we split the pack...in the parking lot.

In summary, we're the kind of friends that go to Costco together and split a jumbo pack of toilet paper together. If that doesn't say "friendship", I don't know what does.

Thank You For Reading About Our Love Affair,

Miss Oakley

**If I still haven't totally scared you, you can check out my blog over at Observations by Miss Oakley. Also, I'm on the twitter. You can find me @MissOakley