Da Babes :)

Okay, so I talked about the ladies over on Shelly's group and love them as I do, I can't mention them and NOT mention my favorite people in the whole wide world.

The babes :)

So today you get two posts.

The Babes. They are the single best group of women, bar none. Michelle Hoppe, Isabella Jordon and I began the babes because we wanted a place where no one would gripe about nonsensical chatter (I still don't get why every post on a group has to be about a book) and you can pretty much talk about whatever the hell you want to. You can talk about Tolstoy if your boat sets sail that way :) We don't care.

Hence, we began the babes. We are essentially the group about nothing. Much like Isabella said, an episode of Seinfeld. We just shoot the breeze, but I gotta tell ya, I love these women and yes, men, like family.

These are the women I wake up to. They are almost the first people I talk to in the morning besides my mother. They are the women I spend most of my day and night with.

Odd, you say? To spend your time with "people" on the net. Well, I say, crap on that. I have no life you say? Well, crap on that too. My life involves a great deal of time spent on the comp. I work my butt off to write each and every day, so what's odd about sharing it with my cyber girls?

Not a damn thing in my mind. They are my collegues. My happy hour. My friends to sit with in the cafeteria during lunch. A shoulder to cry on when I'm so frickin' overwhelmed I don't know if I can keep on keeping on.

I'd kill for them more than likely, because these are the women who support me ALWAYS. They make me laugh. They make me glad I have a computer. They "hear" me.

When Michelle and I were at RT, we genuinely missed contact with them on a daily basis. We told EVERYONE about them. We didn't tell people about them because they buy our books--we don't even care about that. We told them about the babes because we want everyone to know that women really CAN be friends--even if cyber space is the medium.

They each have a unique quality that makes them different from one another--yet they blend like a freakin' palette of colors on a canvas of white. If you have a woe--tell them. If you have a fear--share it. It's all about support in the most magnificent of ways. In waves of e-mail that make some want to scream because of the abundance. Know what we say to the people who get upset over the massive amounts of e-mail? Get over it and go no mail. LMAO Or piss off. LOLLOL

These classy women have enriched me and brought me so much happiness that I care little what some may say about my cyber life. For as long as my thighs can keep the extra pounds off from sitting in a chair so much--I'll choose to spend my time with them.

It takes really very little to be a babe. You have to be willing to discuss earth shattering questions like Coke or Pepsi--big hair or flat--hair tips--the joy of endless streams of chatter that add up to a whole bunch of just stuff. I liken it to grabbing a cup of coffee and hanging out at the bus stop.

We know each other's family members. We know how old the other babe is--how many children they have--what they want in life--what they dream about--their goals. Their carbonated beverage preference. LMAO

We don't allow PROMO 'ho's. We don't allow angry snipes at one another. What we do allow is mutual support--friendship at it's finest--laughter at its most stellar.

Yep, it's true. I love my babes and I'd dare anyone to tell me sitting in front of a comp isn't the real world or worse still, unhealthy.

'Scuse me, but how much healthier does it get to love and be loved in return--no matter the source?

Nuff said :)

Dakota :)